Chapter 21: My way (2)
Lionel grabbed hold of Tyrion’s arms so he wouldn’t fall over the edge. Why was he the only one being threatened when there was another man he was speaking with?
"There are no plans, Prince Tyrion. This will all be done fairly," Lionel promised.
"You are certain?" Tyrion asked, pushing Lionel back a little further.
Lionel frantically nodded his head. "I will personally make sure of it. You have my word."
Tyrion pulled Lionel forward for his feet to touch the ground. He straightened out Lionel’s once again messy shirt. "Good. I’ll be keeping an eye on you. We should have no reason for me to hold you over anywhere like this again."
"You’re a messy man," Tyrion said, patting Lionel’s shoulder. "Try to keep your appearance tidy so your wife doesn’t throw a fit when you return home."
"I will," Lionel said, stepping away from Tyrion.
Tyrion looked at the man standing beside Lionel. "I expect you will also help keep this all fair. After all, I would hate to see both of you lose your place in the court."
Samuel, the man standing beside Lionel, said, "Our seats cannot easily be made empty. If you came around the court more often, you would see how important we are. Besides, the ways to change around the court are lengthy."