The Reynes' Quarters.

[Ethan Flatrivers]

Where the red lions stay.

[Ethan Flatrivers]

Nyles stops by to check on Myrcella and maybe to talk to Lord Reyne, who he did not know well but whose influence at court was massive.

[The Raven]

A servant in red livery answered the door. After introducing himself, Nyles was sat on a fine crimson sofa that had probably cost what it takes to build most ships.

"Nyles, my lad." Lord Reyne greeted him coming out of another room he carefully closed behind him. "I hope your wounds have healed. (They have)

[Ethan Flatrivers]

"Never felt better," the squire replied. He rose. "My lord, I hope you're well. I came to see how Myrxella is doing. I'm hoping she's getting better." He looked about. "And I've started looking into our assailants' backgrounds," he said in a low voice. "Those peasants didn't think to riot all by themselves."

[The Raven]

He frowned, put a finger to his lips, and directed him to a table further away from the door. He poured wine while he spoke softly. "The Mistress of Whispers is a woman with divided loyalties, and I should not like our words carried all the way to Lys." He handed him the glass. "Now. What do you feel the need to tell me?"

[Ethan Flatrivers]

Nyles considered the notion and then took a sip. "Benjy Blue Eyes," he said. "Some crime lord who is loyal to the old King. He set the rioters loose on your daughter and myself," he said. "I was wondering if you'd ever heard of him."

[The Raven]

Jun 16, 2016 20:22:51 GMT Ethan Flatrivers said:

Nyles considered the notion and then took a sip. "Benjy Blue Eyes," he said. "Some crime lord who is loyal to the old King. He set the rioters loose on your daughter and myself," he said. "I was wondering if you'd ever heard of him."

Arnold Reyne repeated the name to himself thoughtfully. "Benjy Blue Eyes... Benjy Blue Eyes... There's a local merchant by that name. Taverns, fisheries, shipping interest, a pinky in every pie Not keen on doing business with outsiders. Refuses to meet with any of my emissaries. If he's the man responsible for wounding my daughter, Benjy Blue Eyes will have to hide much harder from me..."

[Ethan Flatrivers]

The squire nodded. "I remember the rioters mention the name but I forgot it in the confusion. I had my memory sparked by an...encounter recently," he said. "If he isn't our man, he will at least know who is."

[The Raven]

"It's a good ploy. Hiring someone to cause panic and distress in your opponent's city. I did the same thing to Lannisport during the war. Kept the Lannisters too busy to worry who sat the Iron Throne. All you need is a man with charisma and a pocket full of gold."

[Ethan Flatrivers]

"I hope we can make it less effective here," he said. "I'll be searching for him but if you find him first my sword is with you," he said formally. "Is Myrcella able to talk?"

[The Raven]

"She is." He finished his glass and stood. "If you find this man, let me know. Daemon's a good man, but his council is made up of traitors and madmen. Hightower is the only one I'd let hold a knife behind me, and he's not a knight."

He raised his voice to a normal speaking volume. "Myrcella keeps asking after you, but the pages tell me you've been busy chasing after the King's horse. She's right through here. Jon, my squire, will take you."

***

Nyles found Myrcella laying in bed writing a letter. She wore a red shift, and sat up in a way that would explain her father's discomfort in joining them. "Nyles! You came!"

[Ethan Flatrivers]

Traitors and madmen, he thought to himself. Joyous. He thanked the squire and walked in. His eyes moved down her leg a moment and then he swallowed and caught himself. He'd committed enough felonies in the last week. "Of course I did," he said. "Horses are tough to find, you know, especially ones as strong willed as His Grace's. Also I believe you needed rest more than you needed anything else," he added. "Um, I hope you're feeling better." He took a seat near her, but not like...too near her. "Who are you writing?"

[The Raven]

Jun 17, 2016 13:29:40 GMT Ethan Flatrivers said:

Traitors and madmen, he thought to himself. Joyous. He thanked the squire and walked in. His eyes moved down her leg a moment and then he swallowed and caught himself. He'd committed enough felonies in the last week. "Of course I did," he said. "Horses are tough to find, you know, especially ones as strong willed as His Grace's. Also I believe you needed rest more than you needed anything else," he added. "Um, I hope you're feeling better." He took a seat near her, but not like...too near her. "Who are you writing?"

"A friend I made recently." She put the letter away in a drawer beside the bed. "Now... Yes, I am feeling better. Papa won't let me out of the room until I can walk well enough. To be honest, I think he thinks the Red Keep is filled with Faceless Men." Her mood soured. "My husband has only visited once. Here I am, unable to flee his advances, and I just get a 'Hope you get better soon.' Anyway..." She reached forward to touch his hand. "Tell me. How have you been?"

[Ethan Flatrivers]

"I'll deliver it if you need me to," he offered. He listened to her talk about her husband with a feeling of sadness. Daemon had sense but he had given pearls to swine. "I can kick his ass if you want," he offered. "Make him come, uh, be a husband." He made a face. "I changed my mind. I won't do that." She touches his hand and he starts and then looks down at it. "I'm...angry," he admitted. "At a lot of things. But I'm working on it. I like being a squire," he said. "I need to be a knight though." He looked at her. "I'm really sorry for you," he said. "I'm not sure why you're in the situation you're in. You should be ruling the west or something, not here in this room." He looked about. "Maybe I could be your household knight one day," he winked. He decides not to mention the merchant. Not until he was dead.

[The Raven]

Jun 17, 2016 14:16:18 GMT Ethan Flatrivers said:

"I'll deliver it if you need me to," he offered. He listened to her talk about her husband with a feeling of sadness. Daemon had sense but he had given pearls to swine. "I can kick his ass if you want," he offered. "Make him come, uh, be a husband." He made a face. "I changed my mind. I won't do that." She touches his hand and he starts and then looks down at it. "I'm...angry," he admitted. "At a lot of things. But I'm working on it. I like being a squire," he said. "I need to be a knight though." He looked at her. "I'm really sorry for you," he said. "I'm not sure why you're in the situation you're in. You should be ruling the west or something, not here in this room." He looked about. "Maybe I could be your household knight one day," he winked. He decides not to mention the merchant. Not until he was dead.

"Make him come what?" She giggled at his flub. "Fear not. You need not go so far to earn my favor. And no, the letter best stay here.' Her mirth vanished as he continued. "Nyles. My brother once told me there is much more honor in a good squire than to be found in a mediocre knight. And it is natural to be angry." She squeezed his hand. "How many proper knights stood by while you and your household bled in that sept? And yet you are still 'boy', not 'ser'. Well..."

Myrcella leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't be angry. My father has a way of making things work out for the best."