Unkind Hearts and Cunts

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

(Continuing from the Sunspear thread)

[Edric Stark]

"I still have another older brother, but he should be rather easy to manipulate." Ariadne said, thinking of the upcoming meeting with him.
"Nevertheless, Martyne shouldn't be a problem as he is to be a dragon and therefore won't inherit anything."

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

He nods. "The wedding. I'll have to attend anyway, with my brother being a favorite of another dragon." He sighed as he thought of him. "Gerald is a young man and is free to spend his time as he pleases, but I wish he were more careful what circles he traveled in..."

[Edric Stark]

"Oh? Which dragon might that be?"

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"The youngest sister, Alysanne... Gerald says she's the greatest archer whos ever lived, and of course he'd say that, he has her arrow in his heart."

[Edric Stark]

She smirked. "Oh, I know her. She's not so bad at all. Actually I'm suspecting we're doing those dragons a favour by removing Aurora from the game."

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"They might even assume that as siblings of two of their royal favorites, we must already be allies." He leaned his head back. "Do you have a lover, Ariadne Martell?"

[Edric Stark]

She smiled at him playfully. "I'm fifteen, my lord. And should you see the usual dull crowd that resides here at the moment, you'd know the answer."

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

He raised an eyebrow. "You're a young, ambitious noblewoman in Dorne. There must be plenty of young men, lords even, out to claim you for a feather in their cap."

[Edric Stark]

Ariadne leaned back on her seat and ran a hand through her hair.
"No one is going to claim me. I do what I want."
She thought for a moment. "I'm sorry about your wife."

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

The haughtiness in his eyes vanished just before he found something else to look at. "...I'm sure she'd thank you for your concern if she were here."

[Edric Stark]

Are you that bad of a husband to make your wife kill herself then?
"Did you love her?" she asked, curling a strand of her hair around her index finger.

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

He turned his hard gaze back to her. "I didn't ask to marry her. Would you like to know how often we fucked or is that not as entertaining as murdering your sister?"

[Edric Stark]

She shrugged. "I've no interest in your personal life." His coldness disturbed her, but she didn't let that show.
"As I heard, my sister's planning on marrying soon, too, so we'd better hurry."

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"Yes, we should." He paused before adding in a soft voice. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so brusque with you when we must trust eachother with so much..."