The Lord's Solar

Sergio looked at her, and laughed out loud. "What I do often seems magical, no matter that it is only a trick of the eye." He held out his hand, closed it, and passed one hand over the other. Then he opened it again to show a single coin. "All tricks can be explained." The coin danced along his fingers.

"What is the source of your power, Lady Vira?" Sergio asked idly. The coin disappearing into a purse on his belt.

"My magic comes from my blood as well, but it is not fire in my veins, but the black water of Braavosi canals. It gives me different strengths then yourself, but I have been a ghost before. Once or twice." He winks at her knowingly.

"I am curious as to what your price might be, Master Delinaal," Maekar interjected. "Were I thinking of moving on Prince Aegon's inheritance, what would the support of the Sealord gain for me?" he asked plainly.

"You have sworn no allegiance to the King of Westeros, so you cannot commit treason against him," Maekar pointed out. "Although I imagine that would be little comfort, under the Inquisitor's knife," he conceded.

"I can never act against the King," he said slowly, his eye flicking to Vira as he spoke, and Sergio noticed that Maekar's hand tightened around hers. "But Prince Aegon would ruin this realm if he ascended to the throne, and I would act to see that it is not so. I expect the King to live a long and healthy life," he continued, and Sergio could detect the slightest hint of disappointment at that fact, "and yet he has made many enemies over the years and the world is an unpredictable place."

"And where does your heart and soul lie?" Vira asked, squeezing Maekar's hand in return.

"Do you think my tongue insufficient, Master Delinaal?" Vira asked, with a sly smile.

"A tongue must be courteous to survive at court, Master Delinaal, a fact I am sure you well know as you are not lacking in courtesy yourself," Maekar replied, getting to his feet. "If you will excuse me for a moment, I shall be right back. Lady Vira, will you entertain our guest in my absence?" he asked, before striding out a side door of the solar.

Sergio watched Maekar leave with a careful interest. "A fig would be greatly appreciated." He turned his attention to Vira and offered her a warm smile and spoke, "So we are to be more frank are we? Do you think he still thinks he rules this keep, my lord." Now his eyes were locked on hers as he gave her a smirk.

"My lord there is a great deal more to me then there seems." Sergio replied holding her eyed with his own dark orbs. "Does he know what you plan in here? In its entirety? Or does he think every man will be overwhelmed by the deep blue oceans that are your eyes?"

"Oh no. You misunderstand me. I think his interests match your's exactly." Sergio replied and chuckled."And from his reputation that must have taken a great deal of work."

Sergio laughed to himself. He walked over and grabbed a fig. He sat and paved the fig in his mouth. He chewed slowly and asked, "have I offended you? You said to be Frank. If you prefer we can return to pleasant courtesy."