Joanna's Rooms

[The Smith]

Daemon came to her room, and knocked on the door.

[Marie]

"Who is it?" Joanna asked, as the maid answer the door.

"The King, Your Grace."

"Ask him what he wants."

The maid looked nervous.

"Her Grace wants to know what you want, Your Grace?"

[The Smith]

Daemon shoved by the maid, and walked into the room, "Are you alright Jo?"

[Marie]

It was clear that she wasn't alright. She was in mourning with only a silver sash to brighten the sombre attire. Her beautiful hair had been hacked short and there were dark shadows beneath her eyes. She looked up at Daemon.

"You should not even have to ask."

[The Smith]

Daemon walked over to her, "He choose his fate... I offered him two options to live. He choose neither." He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "I feel no regrets. He was going to kill us."

[Marie]

"I know that now," she said miserably. "But he was our brother and I loved him. I don't know what troubles me more, the fact that one of us is dead or the fact that Daeron could plot against us. I was so sure Milo had it wrong, too."

[The Smith]

Daemon shook his head, "Lord Milo is many things, but he rarely acts in error. If anything he is too cautious."

[Marie]

"How do you mean?" She asked. "Is there something else I should know?"

[The Smith]

Daemon shook his head, "I was referring to Maekar. Milo should have acted by now."

[Marie]

Joanna shrugged as if she knew nothing of the matter.

"I think there have been enough trials for now. As it is, Daeron has already told the whole Court what happened at the party that night. Maekar is humilated...and so am I. Is that not enough, for now?"

[The Smith]

Daemon nodded silently, "I will let the matter rest. I think I may have to test his loyalty at some point."

[Marie]

"Mayhaps it will no longer be necessary now that our brothers know what may happen to those who oppose you. Maekar and Steffon will most likely behave themselves now."

[The Smith]

"I have given Steffon approval to raid along the Dornish border." Daemon replied.

[Marie]

"Why? We don't want a war with Dorne."

[The Smith]

"There will not be a war. Just some raids, and blood. It is the least that I owe Prince Trystine." Daemon replied.