{muttering} Seven Hells...
{Pale eyes scanning the Elsinore Queen's elegant scrawl, the black ink swirling across the parchement like dour dancers across a narrow floor, he took a breath and bowed his head, saying a silent prayer for the fallen king.
How long before --
@Tits_AndWine -- we'll know.
{Meeting #Tyrion's gaze, she favored the imp with a small smile, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.} The Queen is renowned for... shall we say her lack of guile?
@Tits_AndWine -- too aware of what their father would say.
Family above all.
However distasteful.}
I will send a raven to Elsinore, expressing our condolences to the Queen on the loss of her husband. If her son is of the mind to attempt staking a claim in the seven kingdoms, --
@Tits_AndWine Envisioning you steeped in debauchery leads to nothing but me waking with a scream every night 'til the Gods take me. {pleasantly} Perhaps you should join the patrols, as you're so security minded.
{Gaze flickering to the open parchment on the table, she sighed, --
@Tits_AndWine -- from one of their garrison commanders lying open, she huffed, nodding towards it.}
Word from our man at Elsinore. It seems the king has succumbed to a sudden illness, leaving his crackpot son on the throne. {dryly} You'd do a better job.
@Tits_AndWine -- might be like, to, say, suddenly find yourself pitched out that window by The Mountain. Watching the ground come at you in a rush before your brains painted the rocks... Exhilarating. I would imagine.
{Gaze fluttering towards the table, an open letter --
@Tits_AndWine Better a full glass...
{Brow arching, she swept a glance over #Tyrion from head to foot.}
Then /half/. Do you ever wonder what it might be like to fly, cousin?
{Folding her fingers in her lap, she glanced towards the window, sighing softly.}
What that --
{under her breath} Wonderful.
{Fire in her eyes and steel in her smile, she lifted a glass in salute to @Tits_AndWine.}
How marvelous that you've decided to grace us with your presence. Managing your social obligations during the hour a day Littlefinger's whores sleep --
House Lannister appreciates your enthusiasm, dear.
{Eyeing the girl with interest, she nodded slowly, forcing a smile for the High-Borne. Gods, but being pleasant was wearying.} Perhaps we shall see you at the upcoming festival?
A vampire? {snorting} A Tyrell.
{Arching a brow at the sight of @_Hostile_17_, she gave a wide smile, lifting her glass of red in salute.}
I had no idea Lady Olenna had yet /another/ family member. Though I'm not surprised. You both have the same... pleasant expression.