A third day passes where they stop once to get some more food at a tiny village. Sigmund is still kept fed and watered with the two flasks a day of water, and a bag of some vegatable in the morning and some salted meat in the evening.
By the time Sigmund stood up, the trio were already there. He raises his hands.
Woah woah woah! Easy...I wasn't gonna run anywhere. I don't even know where we are and it wouldn't help me in the slightest if I ran.
Though in the back of his mind, he wondered if this was gonna help his search at all.
Sigmund blinks when he says that...to overthrow his parents? It can't be. Sigmund looks up slightly.
I do not hold the same values as those who overthrew your family. I only joined in the invasion of the Dorne, towards the end of the war. Proclaiming that my father's recent death was delaying my involvement...for my true loyalties lie elsewhere, not with those Tyrell usurpers. The one of my house who supported the rebellion...was my idiot brother. A whelp who believes himself to be mighty and smart...just a drooling child.
He sighs lightly and looks to the side.
The King believes himself invincible from defeat and victor over all and any...a disillusioned ruler. A parasite that preys upon the legacy built by his father...
Last edited by Lucius Malfoy; April 29, 2012 at 02:06 PM.