Jaeryth Costayne
04-01-2011, 03:25 AM
Jaeryth pinched the bridge of his nose as he read the letter Maester Colchester had just handed him. Kane and Blueberry were looking on as well. Jaeryth looked at the three of them and shook his head. "And you Fosilvrans say we foreigners are madmen? King Alrik has decided he likes his children after all- I suppose he's decided it's bad luck to speak ill of the dead?- and has put them back in the succession. I'm sure they're hugging Amalthia in joy for that." Jaeryth rolled his eyes all over again. "And has decided it's his brother that's the problem after all, so he's disinherited every other male of the Sterlyn line."
He sat back in his chair and waved the parchment for emphasis as he spoke. "He's banking his family's entire fortune on his wife being pregnant. As if there's no poison to fix that problem for a power-mad courtier, and as if Amalthia doesn't take half the ladies who go to childbed..." Jaeryth snorted. "So he's effectively making Rex fucking Letalis the next Lord of Gyllene, because if Fallon doesn't pop out a healthy child, all the provinces are to revert to their own kingdoms."
There was silence from his advisors for a moment as if they were trying to gauge what might be safe to say to Jaeryth's exhasperated mood. It was Kane who spoke first. "Do you expect Queen Fallon will deliver a male?"
"The king will have to make it back from the war alive and hale enough to whelp one off of her. Even then that's supposing no power-mad courtier doesn't poison her by then, and that she and the child make it through the birth. What the fuck was he thinking to disinherit a perfectly alive and sound son to start with? He made his own problems giving power to his brother." Jaeryth dropped the parchment to the table. "Auron's probably going to kill them all before the king makes it back from Sanka anyway- he's gotten three in one night already. Gods... these people..." He snorted. "I'm going to deal with the Jin. The Sterlyns are too depressing to think about- and Castell's likely going to crush them by the year's end anyway."
He sat back in his chair and waved the parchment for emphasis as he spoke. "He's banking his family's entire fortune on his wife being pregnant. As if there's no poison to fix that problem for a power-mad courtier, and as if Amalthia doesn't take half the ladies who go to childbed..." Jaeryth snorted. "So he's effectively making Rex fucking Letalis the next Lord of Gyllene, because if Fallon doesn't pop out a healthy child, all the provinces are to revert to their own kingdoms."
There was silence from his advisors for a moment as if they were trying to gauge what might be safe to say to Jaeryth's exhasperated mood. It was Kane who spoke first. "Do you expect Queen Fallon will deliver a male?"
"The king will have to make it back from the war alive and hale enough to whelp one off of her. Even then that's supposing no power-mad courtier doesn't poison her by then, and that she and the child make it through the birth. What the fuck was he thinking to disinherit a perfectly alive and sound son to start with? He made his own problems giving power to his brother." Jaeryth dropped the parchment to the table. "Auron's probably going to kill them all before the king makes it back from Sanka anyway- he's gotten three in one night already. Gods... these people..." He snorted. "I'm going to deal with the Jin. The Sterlyns are too depressing to think about- and Castell's likely going to crush them by the year's end anyway."