Quinn was dragged to the palace dungeon, still in chains to prevent him from trying to kill himself.
Tyrion was the one who escorted Quinn with the guards to what would be his new ho until he was sent off to the border with Rafael.
Tyrion ordered the cloth to be removed from Quinn’s mouth so they could speak for the final ti.
Despite Quinn having much he wanted to be heard earlier, he was silent when he got the chance to speak.
"Well, this is a little disappointing. You were so talkative when you had the upper hand. I expected you to be bold all the way until the end. Your mistake was killing your brother," Tyrion said, thankful Quinn slipped up.
Had Quinn not killed Cassius, then they couldn’t have arrested him without evidence and got the chance to tear down William’s ho without interference.
"That wasn’t a mistake. I was getting tired of taking care of a brother my mother stuck with. This isn’t the end," Quinn said, confident his plans weren’t stopped. "There’s going to be another after . We learn from each other’s mistakes, like I learned from Simon."
"I know you aren’t going to be the last of your kind, but for now, I get to celebrate that you are going to die eventually. Whoever is foolish enough to follow in your steps will et the sa fate. You could have returned to Lockwood and done better with your father’s na," said Tyrion.
Quinn laughed at Tyrion’s attempt to make him feel guilty. "I don’t want such a speech from soone like you who has never suffered as I did. Even if my father didn’t die and I beca his heir, I would have been like this."
"So, I have heard. You might have killed your other siblings. I do believe that evil is born sotis, and the way your father was described, it is no surprise. Still, there is always a chance to do better," Tyrion said, sticking to
Quinn chuckled. "I wonder if others have ever laughed at you when you speak like this. Who wants to hear a prince speak of doing better when you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth? Protected by the high palace walls, you can get all that you desire."
"So I’ve been told. Everyone looking in from the outside thinks that I have had a peaceful life. I can give you many tis my life has been threatened, or soone tried to hurt others I care for. I could have been a royal who abused my power because there was no one to stop ."
"I could have been awful like you if I wanted. Use my power as a prince to hurt others and get away with it, but I didn’t. You know nothing about to think my life is perfect. I won’t dismiss what you faced, but it is not an excuse," said Tyrion.
"I’m never going to regret what I did. You are in the perfect seat to do it. Just give it a little try, Prince Tyrion. You’ll find it to be quite exciting," Quinn said, the corners of his mouth lifting into a devious smile.
Tyrion didn’t like the look in Quinn’s eyes. He believed so part of Quinn’s mind carried a madness no doctor could fix.
"No one told anything. Did you see them?" Quinn asked, curious if they had truly found the room. "Did you find Mr Fenwick? Did he speak of what I did to him? Should I tell you what he would do for money?"
"I wonder if he will be able to look at his wife as he did before he was in my hands. All that I confessed to will be reported in the court, right? His wife, daughter, and children to follow will be read about it," Quinn said, thrilled by the ss he created.
Tyrion knew what Quinn was suggesting without it needing to be fully said.
If Robert would not speak of certain horrors he faced, then Tyrion would have it that it not be included in the court’s report. Robert’s family should be spared from hearing every awful detail, and Robert didn’t need to face the town judging him.
"There was a child there," Tyrion said, moving on from Robert.
Quinn’s laughter ceased. "So, you did find the room. How did you do it? My father didn’t let many know of that secret room. Did Cassius leave a clue? It would be just like him to betray ."
"As far as I am concerned, your brother didn’t betray you. The court cases, what you said, and my wife’s interest in her mother’s case outed you. I’ll give credit to my wife rather than myself for this," Tyrion said proudly.
"Your wife was the one to solve it? You want to believe that? I would rather speak of the paintings I made of her. I was going to add them to my father’s collection. Are you going to keep it for yourself? Tell , how close was I with the portraits?" Quinn asked.
Tyrion smiled, knowing Quinn’s intentions. "You’re not going to get to be angry and kill you. You’re going to get the punishnt you deserve. Since you don’t fear death, you don’t need to worry about what will co."
"I would worry about what they would do to you at the border. They already are rciless to outsiders who hurt their people, and unfortunately for you, you hurt their princess. You’ll fear death when you get in their hands," Tyrion said, looking forward to when the punishnts would start.
"Again, there’s no need for you to worry," Tyrion said, turning his back to Quinn. "You like playing with death quite often. Oh, since you like looking up to Simon and your father, we have a gift for you."
Quinn wasn’t interested in any gifts, but since he was restrained, he was forced to watch the guards lift sothing toward his cell.
Once the guards stepped into the light, Quinn knew what they carried.
"You might not have loved him, but he’s still your brother. Since he helped you tornt others, he’s not going to receive a proper burial. The border is going to take him as well, and until you two get there, he will stay with you," Tyrion inford Quinn.
Quinn stayed silent, not wanting Tyrion to think he had won, but he was angry to be forced to share the space with Cassius. He had finally rid himself of Cassius, only to be tied to him once more.
Reviews
All reviews (0)