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GENERAL INFORMATION NAME Nicolo Benintendi III NICKNAME(S) Nic, Benintendi AGE 28 (twenty-eight) GENDER Male SEXUALITY Heterosexual (maybe bi-curious) BIRTHDAY Winter 14 Appearance Details HAIR STYLE Nic keeps his hair pretty neat, can sometimes have a slightly messy appearance, but keeps...

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...her around the corner and down the hall. “Hold your head high,” he spoke in a whisper as they approached the main doors of the grand hall. * It was the grandeur of the moment. Lord Pelletier watched as Lord Skovgaard and Kaira Grimward arrived late, together and in the clothing they...

...cause the pompous young man to squirm. Then she glanced towards Elisif, “Perhaps with the exception of Lord Vannbrek,” Fiadh nudged Elisif. * The feast had just started, but Kyel had been making sure his present to her was pristinely wrapped and ready for her to wear. His own outfit was...

...she’d heard quite a bit too. The redheaded woman took a long step toward Nikolai, her eyes lifted to meet his and her coy smile curled, “We enjoy **capable** men here in the North. I do not doubt your **skills**,” Her hand slowly reached forward to his arm, letting her palm and fingertips run...

Jon listened intently, when they spoke of Alastair, Jon wondered what sort of coward the King was. Every man he had ever know apart from perhaps Lord Bailan worked with and before their men, to prove their cause. Beor was right, he would lose followers, although Jon also knew the King likely...

...more. He stepped forward and leaned down pressing a long kiss to her forehead. “I will send someone with a cape for you.” He told her quietly. * When the council chamber was full, the round table was more than packed. Their entire team, and a few Generals were packed into the room. He...

He watched down at her, she said nothing, until she did/ And it was all he could accept in the moment. He nodded slightly, knowing this was her answer. She would let him love her, but was that feeling within her chest love? It was awfully similar to his own. Still, he could not be certain...

Kyel’s eyes watched her face intensely, her eyes were empty, but she had lifted her hand to touch him. You cannot love me his chest burned with hurt as he watched her. He could love whomever he wanted, he knew the implications of his feelings for her, but her rejection of them was now worse...

His arms stayed tight around her, enclosing her in any bit of safety this comfort could provide. “Nikolai is safe.” he promised her quietly. He laid with her, reminding himself of the medicine he needed to give her. But her words distracted him again. His lips pressed down into her hair as...

Kyel just finished a conversation with his Uncle and the Ladies of Farrest. They would have council midday after the troops returned. He needed to give Ser Tokesten time to assess their losses. He left his Uncles chambers after a quick discussion and he headed to his own to bathe and change...

Kyel’s eyes shifted when Elisif entered the room. His mind was reeling, the healer spoke she would be fine, but would she? Would she wake up? Would she be all there? Just groggy? What had Leon done to her? Surely he wouldn't hurt her, right? Most of all he was frustrated with the damned rules...

...the horse. I’m taking her.” Islea nodded in agreement, “Leave now. Bastian and I will gather the troops with Ser Tokesten, lead them back.” * When they arrived in Ironstone, Kyel was the first off his horse, approaching Jon’s and taking her without question. Her body looked cold, her...

Kyel turned hearing her yell, his hand covered in red as it held his greatsword along with his other hand. Her blade was then forward as was she into the man before him. She swept again at the opponent by Jon and then a man had his hand on her neck. Kyel’s rage surged but she handled it...

...their weapons as if they were ready to pull at any moment. “The archers are barely any use anymore. You need another sword, not another bow.” * Faidh smiled as Elisif revealed the first name. “Perhaps if it’s a girl, a name of meaning for him too,” Faidh suggested gently. Then Elisif...

...Do you hear them shrieking, Alastair? Do you see men being cut down and berated like pigs for slaughter? This is your work as much as mine. * Jon was motionless as a gargoyle as he stood at his perch, his archers were working, shooting. High and out, some lifting fire onto their arrows...

...thought them merely a warning, should they disobey they would die. It wasn’t a choice they needed to play, she was reminding them to be smart. * The ride to the pass was long, and they did not stop. Tokesten’s advice to arrive early and rest before was intelligent and everyone agreed...

...and escorted her back inside to where he found her. He bent over, taking her hand and kissing gently, “Goodnight Lady Sadelyn.” He said. * Kyel returned to Kaira’s room in a fit of tense and bottled rage. He had intended to see Felix before bed, but the wounded dog should not bear...

...into hers, “I’ll be in the library.” he said to her finally, and his hands pulled from her body to let her leave as he began to dress himself. * Jon listened carefully to Bastian. If Nikolai was tending to his Leopard, he would likely be in his room, a few doors down from the one Jon was...

...to her, for now they could be nothing, so that he could imagine they were something, anything. No decisions needed to be made beyond the war. * Jon sat at a table in a large common room as his arrows laid out on the table. He was coating each tip with a paste and then dousing it in the...