Scriven
Slayer of incompetent and disappointing minions
Jaime smirked, the corners of his mouth rising. “Ah, well if you’ve allowed Tyrion the use of such a name, then it’s only fitting I use it as well. I’ve been of much more help to you than him, haven’t I? I won’t have people believing he’s your favored son-in-law.”
Jaime winced at his own joke. “I apologize. That was poorly timed. I do... hope that things can return to normal for us all though, and that this incident can be forgotten.”
He gave Amaia an abbreviated bow at the door and knocked from inside. “It’s Jaime-” he called through the heavy, oaken door. “Open up.” He gave Amaia one last brief, flickering smile, then disappeared, the door shut behind him.
“My Lord Hand.”
There was a heavy pounding at his door. The hour was late but Tywin sat up from his bed, instantly alert. He pushed back the blankets and swung his legs over the side of the mattress, calling for Varys, who he had heard on the other side of the door, to come in.
“My Lord, I’m sorry to have awakened you, but I thought you would like to know that Richter Plumm has confessed to putting Tears of Lys into Lady Amaia’s room.” Varys’s soft mouth drew downward into a frown. “Though... my lord, I’m not certain the confession can be believed. He was being tortured quite brutally. It’s possible he only said what he did to make the torture end.”
It was one of the dangers of torture. A man could be made to say anything, it seemed, given the proper motivation. Given the situation with the Plumms and House Hetherspoon, and Richter’s presence in King’s Landing, the confession seemed entirely plausible. It was the most damning evidence they were likely to get.
Tywin nodded, already striding toward the wardrobe to pull on a tunic and pants. He was glad Varys had woken him. He’d been considering the delicate situation concerning the Hetherspoons all day, and now that he had a more certain picture of Amaia's innocence, Tywin felt he knew the correct action to take.
“Have a messenger inform Lord Tybolt that a man has confessed to framing his daughter and that all suspicion has been lifted from them both,” he ordered. “Wake him up, if need be. I will take the news to Lady Amaia myself.”
Jaime winced at his own joke. “I apologize. That was poorly timed. I do... hope that things can return to normal for us all though, and that this incident can be forgotten.”
He gave Amaia an abbreviated bow at the door and knocked from inside. “It’s Jaime-” he called through the heavy, oaken door. “Open up.” He gave Amaia one last brief, flickering smile, then disappeared, the door shut behind him.
“My Lord Hand.”
There was a heavy pounding at his door. The hour was late but Tywin sat up from his bed, instantly alert. He pushed back the blankets and swung his legs over the side of the mattress, calling for Varys, who he had heard on the other side of the door, to come in.
“My Lord, I’m sorry to have awakened you, but I thought you would like to know that Richter Plumm has confessed to putting Tears of Lys into Lady Amaia’s room.” Varys’s soft mouth drew downward into a frown. “Though... my lord, I’m not certain the confession can be believed. He was being tortured quite brutally. It’s possible he only said what he did to make the torture end.”
It was one of the dangers of torture. A man could be made to say anything, it seemed, given the proper motivation. Given the situation with the Plumms and House Hetherspoon, and Richter’s presence in King’s Landing, the confession seemed entirely plausible. It was the most damning evidence they were likely to get.
Tywin nodded, already striding toward the wardrobe to pull on a tunic and pants. He was glad Varys had woken him. He’d been considering the delicate situation concerning the Hetherspoons all day, and now that he had a more certain picture of Amaia's innocence, Tywin felt he knew the correct action to take.
“Have a messenger inform Lord Tybolt that a man has confessed to framing his daughter and that all suspicion has been lifted from them both,” he ordered. “Wake him up, if need be. I will take the news to Lady Amaia myself.”