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Lynus' fist pounded on the door of Arryn's chambers. Once. Twice, and a third time, each time more impatient than the last. Arryn whipped the door open to save it from another assault, his gaze widening on Lynus, instant concern crossing his features. "What's hap--"
Lynus pushed the Captain back into his chambers, Brett, his young squire, was sitting at the table in the midst of polishing weapons and armour. The young boy gave a cautious smile, looking between the two.
"Evenin' Brett." Lynus nodded with a light smirk, and the boy returned a greeting with the same familiarity and carried on with his work.
"Hi to you too." Arryn said, folding his arms across his chest. "Who pissed on your potatoes?"
"Look. I know you're going to be somewhat aggrieved, but I need you to get dressed and come to dinner with me."
Brett snorted, and Arryn's cheeks dimpled in a grin as he curtsied. "Oh. My Prince. I thought you'd never ask," he laughed. "Where are you taking me, and why, pray tell, would I be somewhat aggrieved?"
Lynus gave an unamused look which slowly morphed into a grimace, preparing himself for Arryn's wrath. "It's.. That dinner. And I know what you're going to say, but Jiya is arriving any time now. I extended an invitation to her an--"
"You what?! Jiya is coming here, now? Why the fuck w--"
"Just - hear me out." Lynus gripped Arryn's shoulders with a firm shake. "I need someone to be there as a sort of a... buffer, of sorts. I need my family to behave and at least with Lady Jiya in attendance they need to consider their behaviour. And I need the moral support. Isla has been here a week and i've managed to avoid it this long, for her sake, but my mother has been insistent that I'm hiding her away. It's not like that, I just didn't want to overwhelm her." Lynus sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck.
"You've been kind to her, despite your differences, My mother has been kind to her, thank the Gods, Kizzie i'm sure will be her usual delightful self but my brother's loathing of me isn't any secret and my father can't be trusted to keep his mouth shut. She means everything to me, Arryn. I need her to feel like she's welcome here, and I need them to get to know her before they drive her away."
Arryn was glaring at him, a muscle feathering in his jaw. Lynus pouted. "Remember how I took you in and gave you a life and lifted you up and made sure you wanted for noth--"
"Right! All-fucking-right! Mister fucking 'grand speech'. But you owe me for this. If I'd known this title came with chaperoning debutant balls and attending family show downs I might've pled for a hanging instead." he muttered. Lynus dragged the Captain into a man-hug before turning to open the door, where Marguerite stood with a sour look on her pretty face, ready with Arryn's outfit for the evening. She looked ready to throw it on the floor, her jealousy palpable. Lynus offered her a small smile in thanks as he cautiously took the garments, and closed the door slowly.
"Brr... What've you done this time?"
Arryn sneered, snatching the clothing as Brett sat grinning to himself. "Mags ent pleased he's been spendin' so much time with Jii-yaaa." the boy said, pouting his lips and kissing the air.
"Haven't you got stable duty?"
"No--"
"You do now. Fuckety bye." Arryn gestured toward the door, and the boy groaned but did as he was bid.
"Save me some pudding at least." he huffed.
Lynus looked back to Arryn as the door clicked shut, his brow quirked in question. "I hadn't realised things had moved beyond friendship with Lady Jiya. Shit if i've--"
"It hasn't." Arryn interjected too quickly. "The kid's a gossip, and Mags is. Mags.. We were never anything serious."
Lynus knew when to leave well alone, and he let Arryn dress in silence as he paced the room, fidgeting with his cuffs and loosening his collar. Arryn looked just as flustered, and both men ensured the other was presentable before leaving to wait for the Ladies, and the rest of the royal family to arrive in the foyer.
"There had better be peppermint tarts." Arryn growled quietly beside Lynus, his eyes fixed on the staircase.
Lynus pushed the Captain back into his chambers, Brett, his young squire, was sitting at the table in the midst of polishing weapons and armour. The young boy gave a cautious smile, looking between the two.
"Evenin' Brett." Lynus nodded with a light smirk, and the boy returned a greeting with the same familiarity and carried on with his work.
"Hi to you too." Arryn said, folding his arms across his chest. "Who pissed on your potatoes?"
"Look. I know you're going to be somewhat aggrieved, but I need you to get dressed and come to dinner with me."
Brett snorted, and Arryn's cheeks dimpled in a grin as he curtsied. "Oh. My Prince. I thought you'd never ask," he laughed. "Where are you taking me, and why, pray tell, would I be somewhat aggrieved?"
Lynus gave an unamused look which slowly morphed into a grimace, preparing himself for Arryn's wrath. "It's.. That dinner. And I know what you're going to say, but Jiya is arriving any time now. I extended an invitation to her an--"
"You what?! Jiya is coming here, now? Why the fuck w--"
"Just - hear me out." Lynus gripped Arryn's shoulders with a firm shake. "I need someone to be there as a sort of a... buffer, of sorts. I need my family to behave and at least with Lady Jiya in attendance they need to consider their behaviour. And I need the moral support. Isla has been here a week and i've managed to avoid it this long, for her sake, but my mother has been insistent that I'm hiding her away. It's not like that, I just didn't want to overwhelm her." Lynus sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck.
"You've been kind to her, despite your differences, My mother has been kind to her, thank the Gods, Kizzie i'm sure will be her usual delightful self but my brother's loathing of me isn't any secret and my father can't be trusted to keep his mouth shut. She means everything to me, Arryn. I need her to feel like she's welcome here, and I need them to get to know her before they drive her away."
Arryn was glaring at him, a muscle feathering in his jaw. Lynus pouted. "Remember how I took you in and gave you a life and lifted you up and made sure you wanted for noth--"
"Right! All-fucking-right! Mister fucking 'grand speech'. But you owe me for this. If I'd known this title came with chaperoning debutant balls and attending family show downs I might've pled for a hanging instead." he muttered. Lynus dragged the Captain into a man-hug before turning to open the door, where Marguerite stood with a sour look on her pretty face, ready with Arryn's outfit for the evening. She looked ready to throw it on the floor, her jealousy palpable. Lynus offered her a small smile in thanks as he cautiously took the garments, and closed the door slowly.
"Brr... What've you done this time?"
Arryn sneered, snatching the clothing as Brett sat grinning to himself. "Mags ent pleased he's been spendin' so much time with Jii-yaaa." the boy said, pouting his lips and kissing the air.
"Haven't you got stable duty?"
"No--"
"You do now. Fuckety bye." Arryn gestured toward the door, and the boy groaned but did as he was bid.
"Save me some pudding at least." he huffed.
Lynus looked back to Arryn as the door clicked shut, his brow quirked in question. "I hadn't realised things had moved beyond friendship with Lady Jiya. Shit if i've--"
"It hasn't." Arryn interjected too quickly. "The kid's a gossip, and Mags is. Mags.. We were never anything serious."
Lynus knew when to leave well alone, and he let Arryn dress in silence as he paced the room, fidgeting with his cuffs and loosening his collar. Arryn looked just as flustered, and both men ensured the other was presentable before leaving to wait for the Ladies, and the rest of the royal family to arrive in the foyer.
"There had better be peppermint tarts." Arryn growled quietly beside Lynus, his eyes fixed on the staircase.
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