What an odd man, he keeps looking all over the room, at my guards especially. The truth is I have been suspicious of the man ever since he showed up, I do know what football is since I have been a Miami Dolphins fan all my life. The reason why I'm a fan is due to kings landing is the only city that has tournaments, meaning Sir Brady is from the city. Now why would he be here, very suspicious, but I'll get to the bottom of that one way or another.
"So Mr. Brady, some wine?" I declared while the servant poured as I guide him to my study. "An adventurer you mentioned, what have you seen on your travels?", I make sure to make eye contact, intimidating the dull man a little.
"Not much, but I did come across a bloody duel by the river lands on my way here, a Lannister got his head cut right off by a Stark boy, very impressive for he was half his size". What a boring story, who cares about either house, if it's not Targaryen it doesn't matter.
I straighten up, feeling a monologue coming, "size doesn't always matter, one can make do with what they have, but of course, having a size advantage, in battle, can make a big difference, not that I need to worry about such things as everything is pretty small from the sky". Wow, my head is feeling woozy, I have been drinking wine throughout the day and it is catching up.
He seats by the chair next to my desk, leans back, and brushes his hair with his fingers. Why in the world am I paying attention to such details? As I approach my well-constructed chair to sit facing him my eyes do begin to wonder, at his chest and tight shirt, how the clothes look about to rip. I can't help but bite my dragon lip a little, it's silly but I just can't help myself.
I take a sit and feel myself lose some balance instantly, dropping my cup. He gets up with haste and picks it up, then glances upwards towards me, looking at my eyes. Enough. "Pardon my good friend, I been enjoying myself too much today, might be a little over my limit as if, you know how it is".
He gets up and places the cup on the table, good boy, "I do My lord, I tend to drink with frequency as well, especially during bad times, I'm sorry about your wife's boy, I heard the news on the road-" here I just have to cut him off. "No need to talk about such things, not in the mood" my face begins to redden as my anger starts to build.
"I'm sorry my lord didn't mean to offend, I feel like I said the wrong thing". You did idiot. "No insult at all sir, but the night is getting long and I would like to bath before bed, I can have a room ready for you in a moment, a man of your background should stay as a guest on my domain" yeah so I can keep an eye on you, suspicious third rate spy.
"Would your servant, mind drawing me a bath as well my lord, the journey has been long and the road is not a clean one". What a pestering fool, telling me what to do with my servants, but generality does loosen tongues.
"I actually have a splendid idea, have you ever been to a spring, a dragon's spring specifically, it can be quite hot, but very relaxing to your muscles" this is what I need, some alone time one on one to make him talk.
"I'd be honored my lord this is the experience I've been after since I started my long journey, your kindness knows no bounds", he said while bowing, so formal so submissive. "To the springs then, follow me, and let's take this" as I pick up the wine "with us!". I grabbed him by the shoulder and on to our destination we go.