Chapter 29 — "Jon Arryn Is Dead"
Year -298AC
The candle was burning low and a voice is in the air all over place . A voice of pleasure
"Ohhhhhhh.". "Arghhhh" "uhmmm hmmmm.yeahhhhhh" a sound full of moaning coming from the room.
The voice was of a whore and she is truly pleased tonight. First of the sex is good and pleasurable. But the most important thing. Gold . She got lucky tonight getting a rich lover tonight.
She heard from tavern that the recently famous Mercenary group Was here tonight so she got into that tavern to make a business and got thier leader to fuck her tonight. Snow is his name
Alacric Snow who was right fucking a whore and taking most important pleasure in life was happy and prosperous right now .But gods are not happy with him today.
As The door busted opened suddenly.
On the next second Alaric was on his feet with the axe in his hand before he finished the thought. Long practice and instict made from last year
The woman made a sharp sound and pulled back against the headboard. Alaric stood between her and the door with the axe half raised and his eyes already on the figure in the doorway before the conscious part of his mind caught up with standing up.
Harys stood there.
He looked at Alaric. At the axe. At the woman. At the state of the room.
"I knocked," he said.
"Harys." The axe came down. The anger came up — cold and specific. "Whatever this is could have wait" he said as he throw his axe at him. Obviously not the purpose of killing him just frustration
"Jon Arryn is dead." Harys spoke as he dodged
The room went still.
The woman read it the way she read everything — quickly and accurately and without needing it explained. She found her dress. Her shoes. Her professional discretion. She was at the door in thirty seconds with the graceful efficiency of someone who understood when a scene was no longer theirs.
The door closed behind her.
Alaric stood in the middle of the room.
The candle threw his shadow long against the wall. The axe still in his hand though he didn't remember keeping hold of it.
"Really , When?" he asked
"Word came through a merchant just now and I informed you. Week old news from King's Landing." Harys came fully into the room now and closed the door behind him and sat down in the chair by the window in the way of a man who had decided this was going to take a moment. "Sudden illness they're saying."
Alaric sat on the edge of the bed.
Jon Arryn.
"Damm , We just met him two months ago. He was looking fine to me . Looks like age caught up to him . "
He thought about the Red Keep — that he visited two months ago, the visit that had lasted in his memory. It was quite a memorable visit. I made quite a mess and enemies with that visit. Alacric thought.
It wasn't that shocking to Alaric as Jon Arryn was old and Jon had told Alacric himself the feeling of tiredness with his age and the weight of the Handship . Although at first Alacric thought it was a normal routine of old people and thier blabbering voices. But guess not.
He looked at the axe in the wall stuck. He goes to it and removed and Put it on the table.
"How's his grace , the realm must be shambles. Who is running Realm now that old man is gone" Alaric asked mostly as a sick joke
"Devastated apparently. By all accounts." Harys looked at him and answering it."The city is unsettled. New Hand will need naming."
Alaric was quiet.
"Is that all, you could have told me later you know. You don't have to ruin the day for me " he said.
"I know but where is the fun in that." Harys said grinning.
Alaric looked at him.
Harys had the expression of a problem child.
"He was a good man," Harys said. "Jon Arryn. But his age was catching up. Come on you have dealing with . I thought it would be important to tell you."
"Yes," Alaric said. "He was. But still you could have let me finish that. Forget it. Leave it."
Harys left.
Alaric sat alone in the small warm room at the Crossroads Inn with the candle burning toward nothing and the axe on the table and the Riverlands night pressing at the window.
Although he was frustrated that his fun got ruined but also acknowledged that the news was the kind that changed things whether you were ready for it or not. Realm was really about to change . Old man really was holding the realm together. If would tear the realm if a Competent person is not put at power.
He thought about the past year and adventures , learning, politics, messes, Tourneys and fame he earned.
Alacric laughed the fame and enemies he earned goes hand in hand . Now Jon Arryn is dead if any weak men is put in charge his enemies will have easy access to attack him.
As his enemies are Lannisters and Lannisters always pay thier debt. He don't want to learn that in a unfortunate way.
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