Gardens of the Red Keep

[Prince Evan Martell]

Sept 15, 2013 15:04:47 GMT -5 @elane said:

"I do not sire daughters, my lord," Ser Victor said proudly. "Look at my long line of bastard sons if you have doubt. I've been siring sons since I was thirteen years old. And while you know I revere women as much as any good Dornishman should, I want a son. I want to teach him to ride and fight and kill."

He frowned into the distance. "You Martells are bullies," he said. "Carmesi is the worst, but the rest of you are just as bad."

Evan calmly ran his fingers over his lips as if to keep what he had inside, but it didn't work. "Ser Victor, your line of Bastards don't concern me, they don't rule. Can't rule and won't rule. So they are meaningless."

He glared at him,"I know what you want, as did I when Adrien was born mewling into this world, but alas that did not come to pass." Evan then stood,"You maybe my daughter's husband, but you will not insult my family again, especially not Your Princess, who is my sister."

"You seem to fail to realize that you are not in Dorne at this moment. You are in Kings Landing, my good man. There is no safety net here, no mummy or daddy to run to when you are in trouble." He then smirked,looking down at Victor,"You like to whore around, I have seen it and heard of it. Do you think I was blind when I chose you? You think I did not know who my daughter was marrying?"

Evan then leaned close to him,"You take that tone with me again and the next time you stick your cock in another whore, she maybe the one I paid to cut it off." Evan stood again,"Now you have a good day and go tend to my daughter."

He turned with a sneer and started back to the manse. As if invisible to the eye, the guards that accompanied him appeared and followed closely behind him.