Ser Oswyn Leads the Lannister Ladies On a Ride

[Teirney Lannister]

“Then I fear it falls upon you provide satisfactory amusement, Ser Oswyn. Are my requirements of you too demanding?” She met his gaze evenly.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

For a moment the knight felt his pulse quicken, before the comforting embrace of the spirit eased it back to a steady rhythm.

"A dangerous game indeed." he muttered, guiding his horse to a spring visible through the treeline, sure that Traveller was as parched as he was. "I cannot imagine a demand you could make of me that I could not accomplish with gusto. The question is, whether I would have the desire to do so."

He dismounted with poise, and offered Lady Doreah a hand if she wished to do the same, clearly wishing to stretch his legs.

[Teirney Lannister]

Doreah laughed at his temerity. He was very different than Aurane, who had a much more closed set of morals (morals was a term used loosely there) and a sense of humor that was more rough-hewn than Ser Oswyn’s dark deliberateness. There was an unflinching energy about him that was exciting.

“As you may have noticed, Ser Oswyn, I have a way about me that compels people to please me. I find it can be quite tedious, in fact, when everybody jumps to your command when you are hardly interested in their favors.”

She smiled at his hand and swung down from her saddle lithely.

[Teirney Lannister]

Doreah jumped, so intent had she been in their conversation and not expecting anyone to be near them. She put two swift steps between her and Ser Oswyn, starling Sunspear in the process; she patted the palfrey's neck apologetically.

"Uh, that is good dear, you should be proud. They are quite large ones, too, aren't they, Ser Oswyn?"

[Teirney Lannister]

Doreah exchanged a look with Ser Oswyn.

"Mmmm, yes dear, we'll be on our way then." She swung back onto Sunspear and turned the horse's nose back towards the stench of the city.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Oswyn instinctively reached for the weapon at his belt, startled by the approach of pounding hooves. He relaxed the sight of the triumphant Amelia Lannister and the pair of his guards struggling to keep up with their young charge, though his eyes looked at Doreah as if there were words left unsaid.

"Quite large indeed..." he echoed Doreah's praise of the girl's prize. "They will make a fine meal. There is nothing quite as savory as the taste of game won by the sweat of your own brow."

He remounted Traveller and escorted the girls as close to the city gates as was prudent, allowing them to ride ahead so the trio would not be seen entering the city in the same company.