(121-02-14) Tension in the Garden
Tension on the Garden
Summary: Lord Pansy and Ser Thorn have words about the Pillowcase situation.
Date: Date of play (14/Feb/2014)
Related: The Pillowcase Strikes, Pansy Tantrum

Walled Garden - Garden Isle Manse

This large garden is a wonderland of splendor. Small trees and exotic flowers are in bloom, their aromas permeating the area. The entire garden is enclosed a high wall, covered in vines and ivy. There is an area where fresh herbs are growing, and another for roses of red, white, and of course, Tyrell gold. Other beds have daffodils, tulips, lilies, and pansies. Spread out and mingled amongst the rest of the plants are a variety of wildflowers. The two far corners are dominated by massive oak trees, which spread shade over the area. The luscious scents and beauty add to the natural feel of the atmosphere here.

Stone benches of polished marble surround a long pool, also of marble. There's a statue of a small dolphin above one end, spouting water from its snout. The pool isn't very deep, only about three feet, and small, colorful fish dart about playfully. Luxuriously soft towels are folded and placed on some of the benches. To one side is a lounging area, with outdoor furniture which comfortably seats six.

Garvin is strolling through the garden, a goblet in one hand. Lord Gwyd Florent, the manse's steward, walks beside him, as Garvin prattles on. "And there should be torches, I suppose. And standing braziers as well. Here, there, and over there. Not sure where to put the torches, I don't want any of the trees catching fire." Florent mumbles something, and Garvin nods. "We'll need to have some maids and pages out here as well, to make sure no one's goblet is ever empty."

"And guards on hand," is Laurent's way of barging into the conversation as he arrives from the manse proper. "At the entrances, certainly, but also posted throughout. " He eyes a couple of likely spots, where armed guards will be an eyesore, and points them out as he joins the pair. "There, and over there. Here too."

Gwyd gives Laurent a bow, scratching a note upon the thick wax pad he's carrying. "Laurent, there you are," says Garvin with a smile. "Thank you, Lord Forent, that will be all for now." The man bows again and withdraws, as Garvin sits on one of the benches. "Are you worried about security at the party?"

"I'm worried about security constantly, Cousin," Laurent growls, his mood unpleasant. "It was so recently breached, without consequence. I fear that begs for further trespasses."

Garvin frowns, cheeks coloring a little. "I wouldn't say there were no consequences," he mutters, looking away. "I suppose you've spoken to Lady Harry or the Blackrood about the affair."

"Harry, yes," Laurent says sourly. "And Katya. I hear that the twins are looking for me, as well. And I've sent word to Ser Quillian that I would have his report straight from the man." But then something that Garvin says raises his ire, and he adds, "Sorry, I only meant there were no consequences for the intruder! I, no doubt, have yet to feel the consequences. It has been suggested that this matter be raised to Lord Lorant!"

Garvin quickly looks back, eyes wide. "Who suggests such a thing? Seven hells, must the entire world hear of this? Why don't we send heralds out into the streets, shouting the tale to any who care to listen?"

"Instead we've sent the maids and armsmen to gossip it into the streets," Laurent growls. "No less effective at spreading the word, I'm afraid." He's redfaced with the effort of keeping his voice down as he asks, "Did the man truly invade the manse? And did you truly order the Blackrood to let him leave unharmed?"

Garvin bites at his lower lip. "He climbed in through my bedroom window, intent upon humiliating me. Which, of course, is what happened when Lord Quillian and poor Lady Harry discovered us together. Having him arrested at that point would have brought the whole shameful affair into the open. Rumors among smallfolk are one thing, but hearing the tale told in front of the entire court, I couldn't bare that. So I after Lord Quill and I threatened him with dire consequences, I ordered him released."

"So he was sternly threatened?!" Laurent tries to deliver that with sarcastic approval, but by the end he can't even feign that. "Who is this man, Cousin, that humiliates us both with nithimg to show for it but a private reprimand?"

Garvin looks away again, shaking his head. "If I tell you his name, you'll hunt him down and slaughter him. But not before being grievously wounded yourself, I've no doubt. He's an excellent swordsman, for a commoner. I won't put your life in danger without good cause. He got what he was after, and I'm no worse for it. Let us drop it, I beg you."

"A commoner?! You mistake me, Cousin! I don't mean to be wounded dueling him. I mean to hunt him down at the head of a column of men-at-arms. Not to fight him. To kill him!" Laurent is bellowing now, with no regard for appearances. "If it were your highborn 'friend' I might be moved to sympathy," unlikely, from the look in his eye at the moment, "But a commoner? When he dies, word will spread through the same channels as the current rumor, and the matter will be neatly closed."

Garvin crosses his arms over his chest, looking defiantly up at Laurent once more. "A brilliant plan, Cousin. Now tell me what you'll say to Lord Hightower and his court, when you're dragged before him in chains for murdering a man in cold blood. What reason will you give him? That he stole into the manse, but left again without taking anything or harming anyone? And when Ser Quillian is called to testify, and your own Lady Harry, and me! For the love of the Seven, Laurent, think. Slaughter that man, and word will spread indeed. Word that Ser Laurent Tyrell slits the throat the throat of any man who beds Lord Pansy. Is that what you want? Because I don't."

"I want word to spread that Ser Laurent Tyrell will hunt down any man who steals into his home, and have satisfaction, " Laurent counters. "I want Oldtown to know that the Garden Isle is defended. I'll not have my lady Locke in a home so open. Nor will I live in one myself." He spins away, furious, as he adds, "I'll not be your tamed, toothless guard dog. If that's to be the arrangement then you can find someone else for the task."

Garvin stands up again, calling, "Laurent, please! No one's asking you to be tamed or toothless. Double the guards here, if you wish. Gods know we have enough gold to hire a hundred sellswords, though I don't know where we'd bed them all. I want at least one man to walk the corridors upstairs every night, or two or three, or however many it takes to make us all feel safe. Have men patrol around the house outside as well, double the number we have now. Post men on the bridge itself, to ensure no one can slip past. Drag some armorer out to fix new, stout locks on all the windows and doors. Word of all these measures will spread much faster and farther, and it will make everyone know that Garden Isle is not an easy target. But leave my midnight visitor out of your plans, I beg you. If you capture him trying to get in again, you can do whatever you like to him, within the confines of Lord Hightower's law."

"Extra guards?" Laurent sneers at that. "Better we should hire courtly ladies, so that we can ensure any intruders are asked to leave with utmost courtesy." There's an awful, rasping sound from him before he spits onto the path to show his derision. "You well know, Cousin, that Lord Hightower's law holds no mercy for a commoner — armed, no doubt? Who intrudes into our home with ill intent while our maiden cousins sleep but a few short steps away."

Garvin tangles his fingers in his long curls in frustration. "He wanted nothing from our cousins! Haven't you been listening to me? He came to this house for me and me alone. And didn't I just now say that if you catch him at it again, you may do with him as you please? Do you think I like the thought of him sneaking in again? I was in and out of bed half the night, checking to be sure the windows were secure in my room. I almost begged one of the men to stand beside my bed, so I could sleep in peace." He stops then, taking several breaths to try and calm himself. "Why do you really want to kill him, Cousin? Tell me true, I can handle it."

"For the public insult he has given our family. For daring to invade our private space," Laurent answers, quick and savage. "For believing me incapable of defending our home. For threatening the reputations of our cousins, and perhaps even their persons." Every word is shot through with rage. "You believe the best of everyone, but I doubt you truly know his mind."

Garvin steps closer to Laurent, lowering his voice. "You left out a reason. Perhaps the most important one to you, though you don't like to admit it. For fucking the cousin you're meant to protect, and in your own bed." He blushes at the use of the word, but forges onward. "It never should have happened in your room, Laurent, and I can't apologize for that enough. It certainly wasn't my choice, but it all happened so quickly…But you can't kill every man I take to bed, smallfolk or otherwise."

Until now, Laurent has been angry at the situation. Now, he's angry at Garvin, and that's something else entirely. "I don't care who you fuck," Laurent hisses, his voice suddenly low, "Or where you fuck them. I've been loyal to you since we were children at play, and damn you for suggesting otherwise." He stays where he is, looming close, whispering hotly, "But my love for you does not absolve me of my duty to our family, Cousin. Though I love them less, I am no less obliged to keep them safe."

Garvin steps closer still, biting at his lower lip. "I have never once doubted your love for me or for our family," he says, voice falling low as well. "I want you to keep us all safe, and you're very good at doing so. My lord father never would have agreed to recall old Ser Hale, if he didn't also have faith in you. Kai took advantage of the dolphins' arrival, when our guards had become a little lax due to celebrating. I'm sure you and Quill will have lashed them pretty hard already, and it won't happen again. Believe me, no one blames you for this in the least, Laurent. I know you'll always keep us safe."

"The hell they don't," Laurent snorts, "And they're right to." But then he has the name, and it's, "Kai?! That whoreson!" His hands curl into fists at his sides. "The fact is, our cousins deserve to feel safe in their home. They don't, and I've had a hand in that. This commoner has so little fear of me, and of our house, that he has crossed us now thrice!"

Garvin flinches visibly, softly cursing himself for his tongue-slip. Closing his eyes and sighing, he shakes his head. "I hadn't meant to let you know it was him. But now it's out, so I suppose there's nothing for it. Laurent, leave him be. He's had his little revenge for the humiliation of the pillory. Which, I might quickly add, he well deserved. And he did learn a lesson from that, for he has been far better behaved in public, treating me with the proper respect in front of others."

"But in private, taking liberties now with the safety of our entire family," Laurent counters. "Forgive me if that's not a lesson that I'm satisfied with, Cousin. He had no right to vengeance, and in taking it has embarrassed and endangered us. And I'm to leave him be? That's your command, Milord?"

Garvin opens his mouth, then clicks his teeth closed again, frowning. "Please," he says softly. "For this, yes, please. If he tries anything stupid again, feel free to put his head on the end of the bridge for all to see. But for what's already happened, please just let it be. This isn't the command of your lord, simply the request of your cousin, who cherishes your protection."

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