Chapter 36.2- The Seadragon's Roar

XXXXXX- ICARUS JORDAYNE

“This might be the worst idea you’ve ever come to me with, Icarus” His friend said with a sigh.

“Is it? I think stealing into the shadow city in disguise to see if we could win some extra gold at the tables was a worse idea by some margin” He said back, smiling broadly. He knew he had him. Because if there was one thing about Yoren that he knew for sure, it was that his friend hated their Prince more than anything else. Where Icarus had accepted the death of his father as being the just consequences of the man’s attempt to start a rebellion, Yoren saw the death of his as a grave affront that House Martell never apologized for.

“That was a bad idea because it almost got us killed. This is even worse because it will guarantee our deaths” He said.

“Have I ever led you wrong, Yoren? In all the years we’ve known each other-- since we were boys even”

“You haven’t. And that is what worries me, because the statistics say that you are overdue one wrong steering by quite some margin.”

“Trust in the Seven that that day will not be today then” He said.

“How would we even do it? This is treason, Icarus”

“No more treason than when he sent me to Tyrosh hoping I’d be killed along the way, or when he slept with your wife and now parades a bastard right in your face” Icarus knew bringing up the young Quentyn had two possibilities. Either it would infuriate his old friend into joining the plot, or infuriate him into not sending Icarus out of his castle with nothing to show for his efforts. But neither of these happened. Yoren sighed instead.

“Quentyn is most definitely his, then?” He asked.

“Can there even be any doubt. The boy looks as Martell as they come.”

“Allyria’s grandmother was a Martell, you know? I had hoped. She had looked me in my eyes and swore they never lay together” He turned to the bottle of wine, pouring himself a healthy gulp, and then doing the same for Icarus.

“But you’ve known surely”

“Sometimes, knowing is not enough” he said.

“I hoped. I hoped so hard that it would never come to it. I love that boy, you know? He’s a sharp mouthed little scamp, but I love him so much. How could I not? Now you mean to tell me I must see to his death” What?

“Wait wait wait. I came here to secure an alliance against Qoren, not to see a child killed.”

“And you will have your alliance. But before that, you will do something for me. Consider it your end of the bargain, if you would.”

“What would you have me do, my friend?” Yoren barked a harsh laugh at the question.

“I wonder if you will still call me that when you know what you must do.”

“Get it out already” He shot back. There were few things he wouldn’t do to remove the noose around his neck that was Qoren Martell. Because if he tried once and failed, then it was practically guaranteed that he would try again when he felt he could get away with it.