The Exchange Party

Baratheon followed close behind, as well as Lord Connington, with the remaining men keeping watch outside.

"Your cousin," Daenya said quietly, positioning herself in the middle of the room. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you were you lie, unarmed."

"No, just me," Daenya replied with a small shake of her head. "But your guards needed taking care of."

She held the piece of cloth out for either Baratheon or Connington. "Would either of you mind putting this over Prince Rhaegar's mouth?"

"Amusing that now you call him the king." Lord Baratheon chuckled, looking at his Dornish garb with derision. "You dress like a Dornishman, talk a Dornishman, and do the bidding of Dornishmen. Why would I want to fight beside you and why would I have any misgivings about the prospect of your death?"

"I surrendered to my sister Visenya the Queen and acknowledged her as Queen in doing so. You saw me, heard me do that." said Rhaegar.

"Who is more likely to be loyal to King Maekar - a man whose sister is his lawful wife and queen, or a woman whose mother met her death at the hands of King Maekar?" he asked Baratheon rhetorically, as if the answer was obvious.

"I fled to Dorne because my life was in danger in Kings Landing from this woman's father. That danger is no more. Dorne was the only place I could go - the only place that might have accepted me. I returned my widowed mother to her kin as I had promised. My grandfather hated Sarella - he told me that on a number of occasions. She hates Targaryens, my grandfather did not. And.... and....he and I became close." he said softly.

He swallowed. "I have Baratheon blood also my lord, as well as Dornish. As does my sister the Queen. I will serve King Maekar and my sister well - as dragon rider, as general or even as a simple soldier. I have fought in battle bravely against both man and beast. I will help King Maekar win this war. Whatever the King requires."

Beginner: Persuasion

"And you spat that Baratheon blood in my face when you stood side by side with the Dornish, cousin." Borros replied coldly, unmoved. "Do not appeal to that to save yourself."

"Lord Yronwood received exactly what he deserved and your mother will as well when the Bloody Gate is breached." he added with a sly smile. "But that will be a story for another evening. I think this night would be perfect for a stroll."

Lord Connington and two of the guardsmen approached to pin down Rhaegar and gag him with the bloody piece of cloth.

"As far as I knew the Stormlands and Dorne were not at war." said Rhaegar.

As the men approached him he suddenly roared in his best battle command voice.

"Help! By all the gods I am being murdered!" He repeated the cry as long as he was able, trying to avoid the gag as long as possible.

Novice: Hand to hand

Rhaegar knew he was badly wounded and had no chance. Very well then.

He threw the sword away and turned his back on Daenya falling to his knees to pray to his gods.

Rhaegar continued to pray only interrupting his murmurings to say.

"May all the Gods curse you for the murder you are about to commit. May you one day meet the same fate as you have dealt to me."

He continued praying on his knees.

The blade lodged itself in Rhaegar's spinal column, leaving his neck half-severed. A thick spray of blood erupted from the wound as a harsh inhuman gargling sound replaced his prayers, as if he was beseeching some new and terrifying deity.

"Bury the body." Baratheon commanded his guardsmen. "When the royal guardsmen discover the corpses at their shift change and raise the alarm it will look as if he killed them and escaped."

"Of course." Baratheon replied, as his men set about digging a grave for the corpse.