There are cowering whispers of a war that is soon to be waged on the realm, destroying castles, starving people, decimating armies. A war for the Iron Throne, and a war against it. A war to hide secrets and a war to betray them. For death is power...
Tyrion was staring in utter shock at the maidservant who had just rushed in. The entire court had their mouths falling open, completely surprised at the new twist to the trial, but none so more than Tyrion.
What was she saying?!
He could do nothing more than just watch at that moment, watch the maid Frinisca claim something very different from what she had claimed a few days ago to him.
"Yes, m'lord. She had worked in the castle before. I had seen her carry a small vial filled with some clear liquid the day Lord Arryn fell sick. She had always hovered around him, carrying jugs of wine in his chambers."
What was this? A lie? Or was what Frinisca claimed now a lie?
He had told her to stay quiet, told her that the plan had been changed. And yet there she stood, blabbering out a story he had no idea of. She was his witness, but who had told him of her? Who had he so foolishly trusted?
Katerin.
Tyrion let out a short breath, realizing something all of a sudden.
He had been deceived. Deceived by the Dornishman. How could he have been so blind?
He breathed in his flaring anger at the wake of the betrayal. He had to remain calm. The bastard was being targeted there, it was her life at stake and it wasn't like he could do anything for that cursed girl. He had to keep his head down, for his own safety. His father would manage the rest.
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Yutara Martell leaned forward, his eyes landing on the woman with the dirty blonde hair, but his thoughts had drifted somewhere else momentarily.
He had been put off by the fact that it was Eddard Stark who was leading the royal army at that time, and not him. The Lannister army was well-supplied, well-trained and well-led. Tywin Lannister was not as honourable or virtuous as Eddard, he would do anything, anything, to win.
He feared that Eddard's honour and righteousness would lose them the first battle of the war. Plotting and planning was not meant for a man like him. But that was the entire reason he was there, wasn't he? To save the capital and in the process, win it over as well.
He had swallowed his disapproval at being appointed the de facto ruler, he had to prove his worth to the Iron Throne after all. His palms tightened on the armrest of the Throne, and he sucked in a moan, focusing on the matter at the moment.
"Stand in the witness box, please." He instructed the maid.
The woman did as she was told, eyes darting around like a cornered animal. The court held it's breath.
"State your name."
The maid's gaze scanned the hall once again nervously. "Frinisca."
Yutara chewed on the inner side of his lip thoughtfully, assessing her edgy actions and then asked, "Do you swear by all the Gods that your testimony will be true and right?"
