Aegor II - Writing With Friends

Wyl

“You know the merchant was kind enough to let us stay at his manor, the least you could do is not stench it up by banging the first girl you see the first night we are here.”

“Ah, the ever-present nagging voice.” Jaime replied with his usual flair, mockingly putting his hands on his hips as if to imitate an old Septa. “So quick to jump down my throat, to accuse me of soiling some good man's daughter. For shame.”

“Am I wrong?” Edric rebutted simply.

“Indeed!” Jaime merely cheered as he took his seat at the round table, throwing his legs over to let them rest on its hardwood. “Our dear companion took someone abed, it seems. A queer thing for him to do but stress and drink often have that effect.”

“Of course.” Edric rolled his eyes. “Where is Aegor anyway? It’s absolutely not like him to be late for his own meeting.”

Jaime’s smile only widened. His eyes expectedly motion to the door where what looked to be Quentyn Martell stood awkwardly in the door frame.

“Huh.” Edric sounded surprised, or at least what Jaime thought was a surprise for him. “I see you actually followed my advice.”

Aegor mumbled something as he finally made his entry taking a seat at the end of the table. He looked tiny in the chair keeping his legs and arms wrapped up as if trying to hide.

“A good thing that fate destined us to look so similar.” Jaime continued, unconcerned with Aegor huddling in his chair. “Better yet it’s fine that Aegor looks feminine enough that he could fit in a dress. Makes him look young enough to pass as Quentyn without issue.”

Aegor glared at Jaime in protest but seemed to concede the point when his head again fell to the floor.

“Some hair dye was really all that was needed.” Jaime again continued unimpeded.
Seven knows that few know Quentyn well enough to tell anything else apart. Quentyn and I have been to the marches a few times so we should draw less suspicion - as being Dornish is slightly better there than a Blackfyre. If nothing else it's an excuse to wear silk for a bit longer.”

“Slightly.” Aegor piped up for the first time. “Assuming that the Baratheons are favorable we will still have to trek through hostile land; the Marchers hardly love the Dornish.”

“You will have to sell it as well.” Edric added. “But anyway what were we called for? The rest should be arriving soon so we should get that established.”

“Always on point.” Aegor nodded. “Aerion tasked me with gaining the loyalty of the Baratheons. They are but a shadow of their former selves but their castle is still one of the strongest in the kingdoms. Of course, we need to do so in a way that doesn’t get us all killed the moment we expose ourselves.”

Aegor was about to continue when he noticed his companions start to filter into the room. He bad them to take a seat before he continued.