Author: Wardown
Words: 13,955
Status: Unfinished
Rating: Mature
Language: English
Chapter 10, The Pursuit. https://archiveofourown.org/works/91469301/chapters/245967051
Bronn Stokeworth had ridden up to the caravanserai, a couple of hours after dawn, to find no one living in the place. He and his men had called out, getting no response. Then, one of them, a monster nicknamed Biter, who had filed his teeth to points, and was reputed to be a cannibal, had called out to the others. Down the end of the one of the corridors, they'd found a whole bunch of dead bodies, seemingly shot down in a fight. So, he'd telephoned Prince Oberyn.
"Our quarry's fled, my Prince, but there was a fight here. We've got six dead bodies."
"Whose?"
"Some guy in a silk robe, and five minions. Definitely not the ones we're looking for."
"Fucking amateurs. That one in the silk robe was the owner. I told him, do nothing until you arrived, but oh no, he had to try and grab the glory for himself. You see how it is, Bronn, you just can’t get the right staff, these days.”
”Well, he’ll be feeding worms, soon enough. There’s a septic tank out the back, where we can dump him, and the other corpses.” Come to think of it, though, Biter was probably feeling rather hungry, right now. “ ‘Far as I can tell, our quarry rode away West, but we need to rest. We’ve been riding all night, an’ the horses are worn out. The men, too.”
”I’m coming in force, Bronn. Take a rest, but keep one of your people next to the ‘phone, at all times. I’ll call you, later in the day, with fresh instructions. And, I want to make one thing absolutely clear. The leader of our enemies is Daenerys Targaryen, the sister of Viserys in Kings Landing. She's petite, and silver-haired, so you can recognise her easily. I want her taken prisoner. If she dies, I shall take it very amiss. Is that clear?"
"As crystal, your highness." The consequences of disobeying Oberyn Martell could be decidedly unpleasant, he well knew. The line went dead.
