Valyrian
Common tongue
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Tyrion, Podrick and Bronn stand on a road leading to King's Landing. Bronn holds a sigil with both stag and lion. Commoners dot the road in their daily routine. A peasant leads two reluctant, bleating goats past them.
"How many Dornishmen does it take to fuck a goat?" Bronn jokes.
"Please don't." The tired Lannister pleads.
"Seems to me the smart place to meet travelers is in a tavern. That way, one party is late, the other party can drink some ale inside." The ofher man comments.
"This is the Prince of Dorne we're waiting for, not one of your sellsword friends." Tyrion explains to Bronn who simply asks,
"If he's so damned important, how come they sent you to meet him?"
Tyeion than begins to explain how the two Houses dislike eachother for years now. "There's bad blood between the Martells of Dorne and the Lannisters of Casterly Rock. Has been for years."
"And just in case the Martells of Dorne are looking to spill some Lannister blood, it may as well be yours, eh?" The crude man laughed.
"No need for cynicism. I happen to be an accomplished diplomat." Tyrion defends himself.
"Oh."
Hoofbeats approach, making the Lannister lord sigh happily.
"Ah, here we are. Can you read the sigils?"
"Yellow balls?" Bronn questions with some distaste.
"Wild lemons on a purple field, House Dalt of Lemonwood. A vulture grasping a baby in it's talons, House Blackmont. A crowned skull, the Manwoodys of Kingsgrave." Podrick corrects the older man.
"Boy knows his Dornish Houses." Tyrion comments.
"I need a sigil." The sellswor comments.
"And House Martell, a red sun pierced by a spear?" Tyrion questions while ignoring Bronn's ranting.
"I don't see it, my lord." Podrick tells him.
Tyeion just nods and steps foward to greet th first Dornish lords that approach on horsebak.
"Well met, my lords. His Grace King Joffrey welcomes you in his name. My lord father, the King's Hand, sends his greetings as well. I am Tyrion Lannister of Casterly Rock, Master of Coin. Forgive me. I don't see Prince Doran in your company." Tyrion greets them.
"The prince's health forces him to remain at Sunspear. He sends his brother Prince Oberyn to attend the royal wedding in his stead." One of the lords informs the Lannister dwarf.
"Yes, the king will be delighted to enjoy the company of a warrior as renowned as Prince Oberyn at his wedding feast." Tyrion says.
"Will he?" Questions one of the dornish men with skepticism.
Tyrion chooses to ignore the jab.
"And where is Prince Oberyn?"
"Arrived before dawn. Not a man for welcome parties, our prince." The dornish lord told Tyrion.
"Very well. My lords, these fine men from the City Watch will escort you to your quarters in the Red Keep." Tyrion says politely but the Dornish lords advance rudely, before Tyrion can finish his welcome.
"You must be weary after such a long journey." The Lannister continues.
Tyrion, Bronn and Podrick must step aside to make way. They begin walking back to the city.
"Some accomplished diplomacy that was. Now where?" Bronn comments dryly.
"We must find Prince Oberyn before he kills somebody or several somebodies." Tyrion explains to hos fellow men.
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FIRE AND ICE - ROBB STARK X TARGARYEN OC
FanficRhaenya lost everything during the stag's rebellion, her father, her mother, her siblings, her country. Now she plans to come home and take what is hers, but there are lions, stags, krakens and wolves in her way. oc x robb stark. i own nothing but m...
