A Holiday by Decree
~~ Day 2 ~~
Tyrion had arrived in the early morning, but the staff were already up and about. After they finished brief introductions, he excused himself from a tour but agreed to a light meal in his rooms.
While he waited, he appraised his large, airy private chambers. He particularly admired how the views of the sea seemed to be equally great from either the bedroom or the grandly acquitted bathroom.
A maid soon appeared with a tray. Pleased, Tyrion found a wooden cup, a pitcher of cool water infused with verdant pieces of mint and lime, and toasted country loaf that smelled heavenly. The toppings on the bread, a white, softened cheese and sweet-looking orange jam, made things look even more promising.
With the food delivered and his bath also drawn, Tyrion then sent the servants away. Before he had left on his trip, he had learned that Jon had never hired his own manservant to attend him on the island. Luckily this was of no concern to Tyrion. He had employed Pod as his squire mainly to assist him in the unfortunate times they had been at battle and later for his company; however, even at a young age, Tyrion had decided that for a man of his size, having someone manage his measly wardrobe or dress him would be ridiculous. Therefore, tearing off chunks of one of the bread slices and popping them in his mouth, he took his time pulling off his voyage-rumpled clothes on his own in front of the open veranda doors.
Could this be the best bread I've ever eaten? he wondered, as he finally finished the first slice of his breakfast right where he stood, in a patch of sun and not even wearing his socks.
Maybe it was the days of meals from the ship's mediocre galley? Or just the paradisal atmosphere? On a whim, he picked up the bread plate and a cup with the last of the water. Then setting them on a table beside the tub, he climbed in and happily savored the remains from the bath. Later on, wrapped in a beautifully woven bath cloth, he even casually napped for a bit on a cushioned lounge under the sun on the veranda.
When it came time to dress after laying out in the already hot morning sun though, he was glad he had kept his summer wardrobe from Meereen and pulled the clothes from his luggage.
Still even before leaving his room, Tyrion found himself rolling up the cuffs to the sand-colored linen shirt he had picked. He also unbuttoned the mandarin collar to make room for a burgundy sweat-wicking neckerchief he had always liked but had no reason to wear in the capital. He found no point to tuck in his shirt to his plain, white trousers though. After that, he threw on a favorite, brown vest of cool Meerenese wool, loosely buckled his boots and finally let himself out to explore more of the house.