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"Enter" a muffled voice rang out as I entered the my fathers study, it was becoming a ritual at this point. Tywin was sat at his desk stamping the sealing wax of a letter with his Lannister stamp. I sat myself down in the seat in front of him, I'd done this so many times that I couldn't be bothered to wait for his permission, earning a glare from my father.
"You could've visited me at least." I tell him, In the time that I have been awake this last week, Tywin hasn't seen me once. Now it may seem like I'm whinging but its the truth, I mean I've just been through a traumatic experience, the least he could do is other some words of comfort. Though I shouldn't have expected much from my father, knowing what kind of man he is.
"The Maester told me you were fine, that you would survive." he replied nonchalantly with his passive tone. "You could have maybe been there for me when I woke up, listened as I explained what happened, help me." I snarked back.
"You would have me coddle you, is that it?" he scoffs, "You're a Lannister, my Heir, and I will not have my heir so weak and feeble-minded that he cannot deal with the consequences of his actions and mistakes. Leaving yourself so unguarded was foolish, you had more than a hundred men and yet you surround yourself with only a handful. And thanks to your errors, I nearly found myself lacking an heir, now I have a disfigured one." Tywin spat out harshly, glaring at me momentarily before returning to managing his mail.
We both sit there in his study in silence as I try to gather my emotions and sort myself out. "Have you.... have you found out who was behind it?" I ask, curious as to what his interrogators might have found.
"No, however all the evidence points to House Martell being the ones responsible.
Apparently, they were meant to bring you to Sunspear, where they would get paid.
Despite this, I do not believe the Martell's were responsible for plotting your abduction, its more likely that someone is framing them to incite war between us.
Doran Martell would never be so foolish as to create conflict between our houses when we are now related to royalty, relatively untouched by the war as well as Dorne losing more than half an army at the Trident." Father says in a matter of factly way.
"However" he continues, "I cannot let this go unpunished, I must take action if we are not to appear weak to our enemies and more importantly, our vassals. By now, more than half of Westeros knows you have been attacked and rumours are going around that Dorne is responsible. I will seek reparations for your attack, which Doran Martell will pay."
I nod and get up to leave, stopping as a thought comes to my mind, "Do you know what happened to my page?" I ask father, to which he responds with a nod "He's alive and is staying here at the Rock, I have wrote to his father, Lord Falwell, to explain the circumstances." I release a relieved sigh, Monty would have been on the edge of the forest where the bandits came from.
"Cerion" My fathers voice stops me, "seeing as your efforts to improve the agriculture in Lord Falwell's lands are nearly complete, you will stay here and man the logistics from within the Rock, you will only be allowed to go there when I have given permission with a large guard. Now, leave."
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