Breakfast (A Song of Ice and Fire/Exo Crossover)
Title: Breakfast
Rating: G
Word Count: 521
Genre: Humour
Summary: If there's one person that Baekhyun doesn't want disturbing his breakfast, it's Chanyeol Martell. But we don't always get what we want, do we?
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Highgarden was bustling like never before - at least, Baekhyun couldn’t remember it ever being so busy before. This year, they were hosting the Great Trading Council - it had never been the Tyrells’ turn for that honour before in his lifetime.
The castle was filling up, more and more lords and merchants arriving every day. Lord Tully had arrived almost two whole weeks ago, but several parties had yet to arrive - the Qartheen in particular were unlikely to arrive for at least another three days, although the first meeting had been planned for the morrow.
Baekhyun was seated in his normal chair at the high table, watching the crowds of men that filled the hall as he broke his fast, when his lord father sat down heavily beside him.
“The Dornish are here,” he sighed. “And Martell’s brought his son, gods only know why.”
Baekhyun dropped his knife.
“The Council’s no place for a boy of that age, it’s tedious even when you understand the discussion, and with Lorath and Myr at each others’ throats...”
Baekhyun wasn’t even pretending to listen as his father droned on about the perils of offending a Myrish trader - he was busy recalling a certain incident almost a year ago, when one Chanyeol Martell had managed to confuse, irritate and humiliate him all in one go.
And oh Seven save him, that silhouette in the doorway looked very familiar.
Sure enough, the next moment, an unfortunately-familiar face came rushing up through the lower benches at an entirely inappropriate speed, skidding to a halt right in front of his father.
Lord Tyrell broke off mid-sentence, staring at the youth who had so rudely interrupted their breakfast. Chanyeol, seemingly immune to the fact that all eyes in the hall were now on him, just beamed in that mildly insane way that Baekhyun had tried so hard to forget. And bowed in the same flamboyant way he remembered so vividly (though it was less impressive now that he wasn’t simultaneously dodging a sword).
“It is such an honour to meet you, Lord Tyrell!” Chanyeol began, in a voice that could only be described as gushing. “And your son, of course. It’s been so long since I last saw you, Baekhyun!”
Baekhyun opened his mouth, but all that came out was a strangled gurgle. Unfortunately, before he could muster his wits, his father spoke.
“Yes, yes, you should stick with Baekhyun during this Council! The talks would bore you, I’m sure, best to-”
“Wonderful!” Chanyeol looked genuinely ecstatic. Lord Tyrell looked positively gobsmacked that anyone would dare to interrupt him like that. Baekhyun contemplated impaling himself on his knife, before remembering that he’d just dropped it. That was most inconvenient.
There were several seconds of silence, before Lord Tyrell cleared his throat. “Yes. Well. I’m sure my son will be able to show you around. And keep you entertained.”
Chanyeol laughed. “I’m sure he will.” And without any further ado, he turned and walked back out of the great hall.
His father was shaking his head. “The Dornish are queer folk,” he muttered.
‘You have no idea,’ thought Baekhyun.
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