A slave's destiny

"Tamara is still not here?" Astrid asks, the day growing late as Loras returns from his meeting.

"No... I sent people to go bring her, but we won't be hearing from them for at least two days." Loras answers, throwing himself on the bed. The meetings started to become longer and longer as Tommen's support from the corrupt lords is rising. Loras has become increasingly tired.

James, his general, rushes in not even a minute after Loras returned. The king sighs, but still gets up to hear what the bringer of bad news got today.

"What has he done, now?" Loras asks, but James is just staring, place as a ghost. "James!"

"The... the prince. Omar is sick."

Loras pushes James aside and starts running towards the harem. Astrid and James follow him.

In Lysa's apartment, the atmosphere is so heavy you can cut it with a knife. Lady Sansa arrived here too and tries to console Lysa in a corner.

"What happened?" Loras asks them.

"The medic is with him..." Sansa answers as Lysa starts sobbing lo