Chapter 26.3- The Seadragon's Roar

“I said I must see to Quentyn’s death. I misspoke, if you would. You will be the one to kill the boy, Icarus. Make it clean, please.” He said, pouring another drink and taking a long swig of the rich Dornish red.

“You would have me kill a child, Yoren? A child you raised as yours? What in the seven hells is wrong with you?”

“I am a heartbroken man. Because now that you have opened my eyes to the truth, I can not unsee it. And I would be damned before I see a Martell bastard rise to the throne of Yronwood. I will see to it that I produce more children after I deal with Allyria, but you must handle Quentyn. And you must do it before the day is ended. I will see to it that the security is lax in the castle proper tonight. I am sure you still know your way around Yronwood”

“Damn you, Yoren”

“I am already damned, Icarus. I am going to kill my wife, and I have ordered you to kill the boy I have raised as my son for so long. You think I don’t know that I am damned. But this name I bear is not a light burden. How could I ever face my ancestors after allowing an insult like this one to stand? When I could claim ignorance I had som protection, but yu have robbed me of that. Now you will do my will if you want to see us aligned, my friend” He said, and Icarus wanted to pour the wine in his sick face and tell the Yronwood Lord that he should go do his killing by himself, but there was no chance of that.

The plan required Yoren’s help. And there was no chance it would succeed without the backing of the second most powerful house in Dorne. The assurances made by Laenor Velaryon were only worth it if they could get the plan to work. He knew the dragon lord would watch them all die without an expression on his face if they couldn’t do their part of the plan, and as far as Icarus was concerned, their plan was the hard bit.

“Fine. I will see to it that the boy does not live past tonight. But when our plan begins, you will do exactly as I say in all things. If I say jump, you will jump. If I ask you to let a viper bite your cock off, you will let the viper bite your cock off. I do this for you, and you are mine in this.” He said, knowing that if the gods were real then he had just damned himself to an eternity in the hells. He just had to hope he didn’t die before he managed to send a suitably large donation to the High Septon in Oldtown to secure a pardon.

“Have I not always been yours, Icarus?” Yoren asked.