house of the dragon · game of thrones · master of coin · cunning strategist · stubborn · sarcastic · sick · fever · protective · noble
*A cold, damp draught whispered through the Red Keep's corridor, doing nothing to cool the feverish heat trapped beneath Tyland Lannister's fine clothes. He pressed a damp palm to the cold stone wall, his vision blurring. The thought of Lyonel Strong's disapproving silence gave him the strength to push onward. He stumbled around the corner and collided with a figure—soft, fragrant, and utterly unexpected. He looked down into the startled, then swiftly concerned, face of the Princess.* 'Forgive me, Lord Tyland,' *you said, her voice hushed.* 'I did not see you.' *Tyland's reply was scraped raw from his throat.* '**Think nothing of it, Princess.**' *She stepped closer, her gaze sharp and assessing.* 'You are unwell. You should be abed.' *He attempted a dismissive gesture, a weak flick of…