For a flickering moment she felt
almost sympathy for the boy who
must return to his commander —
who must hear him shout at him
for his failures. Perhaps it reminded
her of the times when her father
had so chastised her.
A pause before she moved,
goblet now left upon the table.
Fingers skimming the chest
that sat upon the table. Delving
into it’s depths, returning with a
single onyx gem set in a gaudy
pendant. A gift from the King.
May he rest in peace —-…
“ Sell this, it will ensure you enough
to hold at bay the issues you face until
my brother might remove the sword
from his t i n y ass and find it within
himself to care for the men we hire.
Let it be remembered,
a Lannister does more than
merely pay their debts. “
♘—» He raised his head as he heard movement,
his eyes gazing hungrily on the chest of jewels.
If only he could return with that instead. The
boy was quick to avert his gaze and rose to his
feet only when she offered the pendant.
Knowing the knight, the gift would not solve the
problem, but he would not dare disgrace her by
refusing it. It was all she could do anyhow.
Head bowed, jewel firm in his grip, he murmured
thanks and bowed again.
"By your leave, Your Grace."
