TheFordee20
One Thousand Club
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Current Year : Summer, 298 AC ( Aegon's Conquest )
Current Year : Summer, 298 AC ( Aegon's Conquest )
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TheFordee20
One Thousand Club
The Red Keep, King's Landing
Maeryn The Mad climbed the stairwell to his bedchamber, late at night. So many steps. He was wrapped up in a bed robe that hung all the way down to his ankles. The robe was black an' red; Targaryen colours. He had ruled The Seven Kingdoms for what seemed like forever, but in fact it was only 27 years.
He clutched his robe with one hand, and he clutched the stair rail with his other. His hands were wrinkled and bony. He stopped mid-way up the stairwell to catch his breath.
Gods.
After several slow breaths- he continued his 'trek'.
When he finally arrived at his room, situated in the tallest tower of The Red Keep, he sat on the bed.
"Your grace?" A voice called.
Maeryn moved his eyes up to see a young servant girl. She was dressed in a cloth blouse, and, she had a flagon in her hands.
"I have never seen you? Who sent you here?" Maeryn snapped.
"Your servant, Wallace- he had to do something of importance, your grace." The girl said, shyly. She lifted up her flagon and poured a cup of wine for him. The wine was a clear white. "Would you like a cup, your grace?"
Maeryn spat. "Wallace!? I'll have his head on a spike-- nothing comes before a King." He grabbed the cup off of the girl.
"Although his fat little face would look even worse on one." Maeryn took a small sip. The girl sat beside him on the sheets.
"What are you doing?" Maeryn looked at her as if she a madwoman.
"Wallace told me that I could also be of other use to you, your grace. My mother was a whore and she thought me how to pleasure a man."
"I... I see." Maeryn replied, a smirk formed- revealing his mouth filled with blisters and rotten teeth.
"Show me what your mother thought you then."
The girl smiled back and moved to the center of the bed where she began to unbutton her blouse. Maeryn took another sip of the white wine and then placed the half-empty cup on his bedside table.
"You're a pretty young thing." Maeryn complimented her. His blood began to rush.
"Thank you, your grace. I live to please." The girl smiled widely as she revealed her chest to The King.
Maeryn licked his lips.
"Very-- Ugh." Maeryn fell back on his pillows. His heart begin pounding hard and fast. His stomach was in knots and twists. He rolled around on his bed spread. He clutched the area of his robe that covered his heart.
"Who...?" He managed to croak as drool dribbled from his mouth.
The girl buttoned her blouse back up and took out a small handkerchief. She wiped the corner of his dry lips and kissed his forehead.
Maeryn The Mad's reign was over.
Maeryn The Mad climbed the stairwell to his bedchamber, late at night. So many steps. He was wrapped up in a bed robe that hung all the way down to his ankles. The robe was black an' red; Targaryen colours. He had ruled The Seven Kingdoms for what seemed like forever, but in fact it was only 27 years.
He clutched his robe with one hand, and he clutched the stair rail with his other. His hands were wrinkled and bony. He stopped mid-way up the stairwell to catch his breath.
Gods.
After several slow breaths- he continued his 'trek'.
When he finally arrived at his room, situated in the tallest tower of The Red Keep, he sat on the bed.
"Your grace?" A voice called.
Maeryn moved his eyes up to see a young servant girl. She was dressed in a cloth blouse, and, she had a flagon in her hands.
"I have never seen you? Who sent you here?" Maeryn snapped.
"Your servant, Wallace- he had to do something of importance, your grace." The girl said, shyly. She lifted up her flagon and poured a cup of wine for him. The wine was a clear white. "Would you like a cup, your grace?"
Maeryn spat. "Wallace!? I'll have his head on a spike-- nothing comes before a King." He grabbed the cup off of the girl.
"Although his fat little face would look even worse on one." Maeryn took a small sip. The girl sat beside him on the sheets.
"What are you doing?" Maeryn looked at her as if she a madwoman.
"Wallace told me that I could also be of other use to you, your grace. My mother was a whore and she thought me how to pleasure a man."
"I... I see." Maeryn replied, a smirk formed- revealing his mouth filled with blisters and rotten teeth.
"Show me what your mother thought you then."
The girl smiled back and moved to the center of the bed where she began to unbutton her blouse. Maeryn took another sip of the white wine and then placed the half-empty cup on his bedside table.
"You're a pretty young thing." Maeryn complimented her. His blood began to rush.
"Thank you, your grace. I live to please." The girl smiled widely as she revealed her chest to The King.
Maeryn licked his lips.
"Very-- Ugh." Maeryn fell back on his pillows. His heart begin pounding hard and fast. His stomach was in knots and twists. He rolled around on his bed spread. He clutched the area of his robe that covered his heart.
"Who...?" He managed to croak as drool dribbled from his mouth.
The girl buttoned her blouse back up and took out a small handkerchief. She wiped the corner of his dry lips and kissed his forehead.
Maeryn The Mad's reign was over.
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TheFordee20
One Thousand Club
The Red Keep, King's Landing
It had all happened so fast.
The guards had awakened Aerea in the midst of the night. "You're father is dead." They told her as she only opened her eyes.
When she finally saw the body, she cried. They weren't real tears though. But, the people of King's Landing didn't see that. The would comfort her and her sisters for the coming days- before finally Maeryn The Mad became another name in the history books and it was time to put another Targaryen on The Iron Throne.
Kuvira was to be 'queen'. She was the eldest. Aerea didn't like that at all though. I would be a much better queen; I would be gentler, kinder... . Aerea would lay awake at night and dream of her coronation.
"Lords an' Ladies: I present to you Queen Aerea Targaryen. First Of Her Name. Queen Of The Seven Kingdoms. And RED HEADED WHORE!"
She would scream into her pillow after these thoughts left her head. One night, she even pulled out some of her hair. Her red hair. Her bastard hair. When her septa asked her how she had done that- Aerea said she was attacked by a young man as they brought her father's body to Baelor's Sept.
She then pointed out a random young man in the streets the next day, and had him flogged through-out Flea Bottom.
The boy denied the crime, but who would they believe- a commoner or a princess?
She would come to visit her father's resting place almost every day. Not because she loved him, but because she wanted people to think that she loved him. Look at the poor King's daughter- she is so saddened.
After visiting the tomb, she'd attend the same old dinner with the same old people. Her sisters, Kuvira and Daenna, and her father's old councilmen and guard. They would eat either in silence, or eat listening to Kuvira's boring day.
Life after her father's demise was insufferable. She couldn't bare it. She couldn't bare the fact that her sister was going to sit on the chair of iron and rule Westeros. She couldn't believe it all-
Until her sister's three day coronation feast began.
It had all happened so fast.
The guards had awakened Aerea in the midst of the night. "You're father is dead." They told her as she only opened her eyes.
When she finally saw the body, she cried. They weren't real tears though. But, the people of King's Landing didn't see that. The would comfort her and her sisters for the coming days- before finally Maeryn The Mad became another name in the history books and it was time to put another Targaryen on The Iron Throne.
Kuvira was to be 'queen'. She was the eldest. Aerea didn't like that at all though. I would be a much better queen; I would be gentler, kinder... . Aerea would lay awake at night and dream of her coronation.
"Lords an' Ladies: I present to you Queen Aerea Targaryen. First Of Her Name. Queen Of The Seven Kingdoms. And RED HEADED WHORE!"
She would scream into her pillow after these thoughts left her head. One night, she even pulled out some of her hair. Her red hair. Her bastard hair. When her septa asked her how she had done that- Aerea said she was attacked by a young man as they brought her father's body to Baelor's Sept.
She then pointed out a random young man in the streets the next day, and had him flogged through-out Flea Bottom.
The boy denied the crime, but who would they believe- a commoner or a princess?
She would come to visit her father's resting place almost every day. Not because she loved him, but because she wanted people to think that she loved him. Look at the poor King's daughter- she is so saddened.
After visiting the tomb, she'd attend the same old dinner with the same old people. Her sisters, Kuvira and Daenna, and her father's old councilmen and guard. They would eat either in silence, or eat listening to Kuvira's boring day.
Life after her father's demise was insufferable. She couldn't bare it. She couldn't bare the fact that her sister was going to sit on the chair of iron and rule Westeros. She couldn't believe it all-
Until her sister's three day coronation feast began.
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WanderingJester
Cool shuppy waddling away from explosions
Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.
Tiber Lannister surveyed the great hall in front of him with a smile. The expression, to the casual observer, was a product between amusement and satisfaction, colored by a hint of contentment. To Martyn Lannister standing next to him, a man who had his entire life to watch his brother act as both the heir of the House of Lannister and now the Lord of the said noble house as well as a myriad of other titles that came with their father's... much anticipated end, his brother was now at his most dangerous, even more so than Martyn in his fighting stance with weapon in hand. The second son of the late Tytos Lannister might be gifted on the field of battle, but Tiber was just as much talented in the political sense. Now he watched the great hall as a King might his kingdom, or more precisely a man would his proud children.
The great hall contained many people to be sure, yet with the exception of the guards by the doorway and the occasional servant popping in and out, every individual there had a legitimate claim as a Lannister. Aside from the cousins and other extended family of the main branch of the noble house from Casterly Rock, there was also his Uncle Edwyn's branch present: House Lannister of Lannisport, who controls the Lannister Fleet, as well as the newly formed branch under Tiber's favorite cousin, Leon, Head of House Lannister of Castamere, granted after the destruction of House Tarbeck and Reynes a few years back. To the side and chatting politely with some ladies stood Celena, who would cast a look at her eldest brother from time to time, waiting for the inevitable speech to start. Tiber went through the motion, greeting each of his kin in a jovial but mannerly fashion, trading jokes and stories here and there. Only until the doors opened to admit the final guests did some genuine love filled Tiber's smile on his face.
In walked in in Lord Antios Brax with his lady wife attached to his arm, Lady Morye Brax. A proud man, though time and a lack of discipline had rounded what used to be a battle ready body, unlike Lord Edwyn. The portly man stride forward with every confidence as a man with a woman of Morye's caliber should exhume. Morye Brax nee Bracken was a beauty in her time, and aged like a bottle of vintage Arbor Red. A smart woman in both her ability to work cunningly within the social bounds of the courts and the political atmosphere of both the Westerlands and the Seven Kingdoms in general, she had been more than half the reason why House Brax was in the powerful position of the day, and wisely advised her lord husband to assist Tiber when the call for assistance came. Antios might think himself a genius for proposing the betrothal between his eldest daughter and his overlord, but both Tiber and Morye knew who pointed his mind in that direction.
Next to Antios stood his oldest son and heir, Kevan Brax. The young man had been schooled somewhat by his mother in the affairs of the state, but lacked the patience of properly utilize it, unlike his sister. This had caused much frustration between mother and son. However Antios had been more than satisfied with Kevan's performance as heir thus far, and so Morye could only do so much to show her disapproval. Behind him stood Tiber's betrothed, Leanne Brax. To anyone that grew up with Morye, she looked exactly the same as her mother did in her youth, and acted to the tee from the tree she fell from. Beautiful and patient, Leanne had the self control and tongue that would make most aged maesters bow before her. Together they strode forward to meet with the Warden of the West before them, and Leanne smiled as she met Tiber's gaze.
Leanne Brax
"Ah, my dear Antios! I bid you welcome back to Casterly Rock!" Tiber greeted his soon to be in-laws with opened arms before waving a pair of servants that had been waiting on the side forward. "May I offer you a humble token of bread and salt before we partake in tonight's meal?" Antios stepped forward with wide grin on his face as he clasped hands with his lord.
"Tiber my lad! The seven save and bless you for your hospitality. I knew offering you my Leanne's hand was undoubtedly be one of the best decision of my short life." He took the bread, before dipping it in salt and shoving it into his mouth. Behind him, Lady Morye curtsied along with her daughter and both waited patiently as Tiber finished greeting Kevan, who had received their lord in a much similar fashion as his father.
"Warden of the West huh brother? It suits you!" Kevan declared loudly as all three men laughed out loud, before Tiber waved it off.
"Nay brother, it is be a formality and a privileged responsibility to the people of the Westerlands. I have no doubt it will give me grey hairs well before my time." Kevan looked to be saying something, but Tiber had already hurried over to greet his betrothed as well as her mother. "By the Seven! Rise, my dear ladies, rise! One shall be my lady wife soon enough and the other my mother. What type of man would I be should I allow you to bow at my feet like some lowborn? Please rise!" He kneel down to assist both ladies, with one of his arms each. Lady Morye and Leanne both smiled as they accepted one of the young lord's arm and stood to their feet.
Lady Morye spoke first as she went back to her husband's arm, "My lord, it does me proud that you hold myself and my household in such honorable regard. I shall rest easier knowing my daughter is in such capable hands."
Tiber nodded in thanks before turning to Leanne. He bowed and raised her hand to his lips, allowing them to brush over her knuckles before staring into her composed, but undoubtedly happy eyes. "My dear, words do not do your beauty justice today, or any other. Welcome." Leanne looked down and gave another slight curtsy.
"Your words are most gracious my lord, and I thank yee for House Lannister's warm reception." Tiber gave her another smile, still holding her hand. The others of House Brax had finish partaking the bread and salt and began mingling amongst the other lions within the room.
"You deserve nothing less Leanne."
She paused and enjoy those words for a moment, before looking upon Tiber once more with a smile. "Have you seen to the invitations yet love?" Every major house in Westeros (and even some minor ones) received an invitation to the soon to be Lord and Lady Lannister's wedding, inviting the head of house as well as any other member of their household that wished to partake in the festivities, provided that they RSVP.
Tiber inclined his head. "Sent this morning through the rookeries. Everyone on the list will be invited to our wedding a few short months from now, though I wish it were sooner."
Leanne smiled and gave him a slight kiss on the cheek, before whispering into his ears, "I supposed you've heard about our beloved king and his daughter's coronation party then?"
He whispered back into her ear, "received the news yestermorning. We will depart within the week together for King's Landing. I detest not having a sibling of mine here. The Westerlands' unification might be complete, but it is by no means stable." It was only three short years since the last death of the Tarbeck-Reynes rebellion.
"Have no worries, between my father and your uncle, no one will dare anything in our absence." She pulled back to give him a reassuring smile, and Tiber decided that the saying was true. Behind every powerful man is a strong woman.
"Speaking of which, I must discuss with my dear uncle something. Please go on without me, I shall join you shortly." She curtsied one last time while he gave her a slight bow before watching her leave to converse with Celena, admiring her swaying body for a moment before seeking out the other Lord Lannister. No doubt the ladies would discuss the details of the wedding; he had left all the preparations to Leanne. Tiber reached his grizzled Uncle, who had a pint of ale in his hand and discussing something with another of his age.
He finished his current conversation at the moment when he saw Tiber walking up to them and leaned into his nephew, stating, "A good choice, that Brax, though her brother leaves much to be desired." Tiber, with a smile, gave an agreeing nod, but said nothing. Edwyn had always been his favorite, ever since he was one of the few that berated his father after Tytos struck him in a fit of unleashed pent up frustration and rage. When Tiber came to Edwyn for assistance during the beginning of the rebellion, his Uncle offered his aid before Tiber could even ask it, going so far as offering to serve as his adviser, to which the grateful nephew agreed. Since then they've had each other's confidence.
Edwyn Lannister
Tiber took a sip of the Arbor Gold in his hand, before commenting. "Perhaps, yet he will be my brother and there's nothing more important than family, is there uncle?" Edwyn grunted, and Tiber continued. "I won't lie to you Uncle, I do not doubt your abilities, but I am ill at ease at leaving the Westerlands at the moment, even for Her Grace's coronation party."
Edwyn nodded in understanding. Many swords too late to respond to the rebel's calls opted to swear loyalty to the golden lion after hearing what Tiber did to the two now extinct houses. There were still some dissent after all this time. "Don't worry. You might be taking quite a contingent with you, but the main Lannister army will be here, as well as the fleet off the coast of Lannistport. They know if they try anything you'll return and soak their seat with their line's blood, that's not to say what you'll do beforehand should they go back on their vows."
After the rebellion, Tiber made sure that such uprising could not occur again, demanded renewed loyalties from every one of the Lions' bannermen. Those that did would have their debts to House Lannister cut in half, those that didn't would feel retribution. After having confronted several houses for their reluctance, the holdouts finally caved after their children were taken to Casterly Rock to be raised as wards. Tiber did not treat the children with cruelty. In fact to the children, he gave them kindness and every education expected and more to groom them into future lords and ladies, even allowing them to write to their parents (but monitoring their correspondence of course). The parents knew better, and acted in line to House Lannister's demands, none of which could be denounced by reasonable men and women as excessive in any degree. On top of that, House Lannister now controlled one of the most battle harden force in Westeros, with men that have been gone through their baptism through fire within a half a decade past.
Tiber thought about it for a moment, before putting forth his smile once more and placing a hand on his Uncle's shoulder. "Then I shall leave the Westerlands in your capable hands Uncle until I return." Edwyn gave him a slight bow, which Tiber returned, and the two took their places at the feast. Before sitting down though, Tiber looked up to the rafters and gave a nod to the figure observing the scene below, and figured nodded back, before continuing his watch over the feast that begun below.
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A week later, the Lion's convoy, consisting of all three children of Tytos Lannister, Leanne Brax, her guards and handmaidens, the Lannisters handmaidens and servants as well as about a contingent of 100 guards, ranging from the knights of the Lionsguard to crossbowmen, departed from Casterly Rock towards King's Landing, in order to make their appearance at the soon to be new Queen Targaryen's coronation party.
Tiber Lannister surveyed the great hall in front of him with a smile. The expression, to the casual observer, was a product between amusement and satisfaction, colored by a hint of contentment. To Martyn Lannister standing next to him, a man who had his entire life to watch his brother act as both the heir of the House of Lannister and now the Lord of the said noble house as well as a myriad of other titles that came with their father's... much anticipated end, his brother was now at his most dangerous, even more so than Martyn in his fighting stance with weapon in hand. The second son of the late Tytos Lannister might be gifted on the field of battle, but Tiber was just as much talented in the political sense. Now he watched the great hall as a King might his kingdom, or more precisely a man would his proud children.
The great hall contained many people to be sure, yet with the exception of the guards by the doorway and the occasional servant popping in and out, every individual there had a legitimate claim as a Lannister. Aside from the cousins and other extended family of the main branch of the noble house from Casterly Rock, there was also his Uncle Edwyn's branch present: House Lannister of Lannisport, who controls the Lannister Fleet, as well as the newly formed branch under Tiber's favorite cousin, Leon, Head of House Lannister of Castamere, granted after the destruction of House Tarbeck and Reynes a few years back. To the side and chatting politely with some ladies stood Celena, who would cast a look at her eldest brother from time to time, waiting for the inevitable speech to start. Tiber went through the motion, greeting each of his kin in a jovial but mannerly fashion, trading jokes and stories here and there. Only until the doors opened to admit the final guests did some genuine love filled Tiber's smile on his face.
In walked in in Lord Antios Brax with his lady wife attached to his arm, Lady Morye Brax. A proud man, though time and a lack of discipline had rounded what used to be a battle ready body, unlike Lord Edwyn. The portly man stride forward with every confidence as a man with a woman of Morye's caliber should exhume. Morye Brax nee Bracken was a beauty in her time, and aged like a bottle of vintage Arbor Red. A smart woman in both her ability to work cunningly within the social bounds of the courts and the political atmosphere of both the Westerlands and the Seven Kingdoms in general, she had been more than half the reason why House Brax was in the powerful position of the day, and wisely advised her lord husband to assist Tiber when the call for assistance came. Antios might think himself a genius for proposing the betrothal between his eldest daughter and his overlord, but both Tiber and Morye knew who pointed his mind in that direction.
Next to Antios stood his oldest son and heir, Kevan Brax. The young man had been schooled somewhat by his mother in the affairs of the state, but lacked the patience of properly utilize it, unlike his sister. This had caused much frustration between mother and son. However Antios had been more than satisfied with Kevan's performance as heir thus far, and so Morye could only do so much to show her disapproval. Behind him stood Tiber's betrothed, Leanne Brax. To anyone that grew up with Morye, she looked exactly the same as her mother did in her youth, and acted to the tee from the tree she fell from. Beautiful and patient, Leanne had the self control and tongue that would make most aged maesters bow before her. Together they strode forward to meet with the Warden of the West before them, and Leanne smiled as she met Tiber's gaze.
Leanne Brax
"Ah, my dear Antios! I bid you welcome back to Casterly Rock!" Tiber greeted his soon to be in-laws with opened arms before waving a pair of servants that had been waiting on the side forward. "May I offer you a humble token of bread and salt before we partake in tonight's meal?" Antios stepped forward with wide grin on his face as he clasped hands with his lord.
"Tiber my lad! The seven save and bless you for your hospitality. I knew offering you my Leanne's hand was undoubtedly be one of the best decision of my short life." He took the bread, before dipping it in salt and shoving it into his mouth. Behind him, Lady Morye curtsied along with her daughter and both waited patiently as Tiber finished greeting Kevan, who had received their lord in a much similar fashion as his father.
"Warden of the West huh brother? It suits you!" Kevan declared loudly as all three men laughed out loud, before Tiber waved it off.
"Nay brother, it is be a formality and a privileged responsibility to the people of the Westerlands. I have no doubt it will give me grey hairs well before my time." Kevan looked to be saying something, but Tiber had already hurried over to greet his betrothed as well as her mother. "By the Seven! Rise, my dear ladies, rise! One shall be my lady wife soon enough and the other my mother. What type of man would I be should I allow you to bow at my feet like some lowborn? Please rise!" He kneel down to assist both ladies, with one of his arms each. Lady Morye and Leanne both smiled as they accepted one of the young lord's arm and stood to their feet.
Lady Morye spoke first as she went back to her husband's arm, "My lord, it does me proud that you hold myself and my household in such honorable regard. I shall rest easier knowing my daughter is in such capable hands."
Tiber nodded in thanks before turning to Leanne. He bowed and raised her hand to his lips, allowing them to brush over her knuckles before staring into her composed, but undoubtedly happy eyes. "My dear, words do not do your beauty justice today, or any other. Welcome." Leanne looked down and gave another slight curtsy.
"Your words are most gracious my lord, and I thank yee for House Lannister's warm reception." Tiber gave her another smile, still holding her hand. The others of House Brax had finish partaking the bread and salt and began mingling amongst the other lions within the room.
"You deserve nothing less Leanne."
She paused and enjoy those words for a moment, before looking upon Tiber once more with a smile. "Have you seen to the invitations yet love?" Every major house in Westeros (and even some minor ones) received an invitation to the soon to be Lord and Lady Lannister's wedding, inviting the head of house as well as any other member of their household that wished to partake in the festivities, provided that they RSVP.
Tiber inclined his head. "Sent this morning through the rookeries. Everyone on the list will be invited to our wedding a few short months from now, though I wish it were sooner."
Leanne smiled and gave him a slight kiss on the cheek, before whispering into his ears, "I supposed you've heard about our beloved king and his daughter's coronation party then?"
He whispered back into her ear, "received the news yestermorning. We will depart within the week together for King's Landing. I detest not having a sibling of mine here. The Westerlands' unification might be complete, but it is by no means stable." It was only three short years since the last death of the Tarbeck-Reynes rebellion.
"Have no worries, between my father and your uncle, no one will dare anything in our absence." She pulled back to give him a reassuring smile, and Tiber decided that the saying was true. Behind every powerful man is a strong woman.
"Speaking of which, I must discuss with my dear uncle something. Please go on without me, I shall join you shortly." She curtsied one last time while he gave her a slight bow before watching her leave to converse with Celena, admiring her swaying body for a moment before seeking out the other Lord Lannister. No doubt the ladies would discuss the details of the wedding; he had left all the preparations to Leanne. Tiber reached his grizzled Uncle, who had a pint of ale in his hand and discussing something with another of his age.
He finished his current conversation at the moment when he saw Tiber walking up to them and leaned into his nephew, stating, "A good choice, that Brax, though her brother leaves much to be desired." Tiber, with a smile, gave an agreeing nod, but said nothing. Edwyn had always been his favorite, ever since he was one of the few that berated his father after Tytos struck him in a fit of unleashed pent up frustration and rage. When Tiber came to Edwyn for assistance during the beginning of the rebellion, his Uncle offered his aid before Tiber could even ask it, going so far as offering to serve as his adviser, to which the grateful nephew agreed. Since then they've had each other's confidence.
Edwyn Lannister
Tiber took a sip of the Arbor Gold in his hand, before commenting. "Perhaps, yet he will be my brother and there's nothing more important than family, is there uncle?" Edwyn grunted, and Tiber continued. "I won't lie to you Uncle, I do not doubt your abilities, but I am ill at ease at leaving the Westerlands at the moment, even for Her Grace's coronation party."
Edwyn nodded in understanding. Many swords too late to respond to the rebel's calls opted to swear loyalty to the golden lion after hearing what Tiber did to the two now extinct houses. There were still some dissent after all this time. "Don't worry. You might be taking quite a contingent with you, but the main Lannister army will be here, as well as the fleet off the coast of Lannistport. They know if they try anything you'll return and soak their seat with their line's blood, that's not to say what you'll do beforehand should they go back on their vows."
After the rebellion, Tiber made sure that such uprising could not occur again, demanded renewed loyalties from every one of the Lions' bannermen. Those that did would have their debts to House Lannister cut in half, those that didn't would feel retribution. After having confronted several houses for their reluctance, the holdouts finally caved after their children were taken to Casterly Rock to be raised as wards. Tiber did not treat the children with cruelty. In fact to the children, he gave them kindness and every education expected and more to groom them into future lords and ladies, even allowing them to write to their parents (but monitoring their correspondence of course). The parents knew better, and acted in line to House Lannister's demands, none of which could be denounced by reasonable men and women as excessive in any degree. On top of that, House Lannister now controlled one of the most battle harden force in Westeros, with men that have been gone through their baptism through fire within a half a decade past.
Tiber thought about it for a moment, before putting forth his smile once more and placing a hand on his Uncle's shoulder. "Then I shall leave the Westerlands in your capable hands Uncle until I return." Edwyn gave him a slight bow, which Tiber returned, and the two took their places at the feast. Before sitting down though, Tiber looked up to the rafters and gave a nod to the figure observing the scene below, and figured nodded back, before continuing his watch over the feast that begun below.
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A week later, the Lion's convoy, consisting of all three children of Tytos Lannister, Leanne Brax, her guards and handmaidens, the Lannisters handmaidens and servants as well as about a contingent of 100 guards, ranging from the knights of the Lionsguard to crossbowmen, departed from Casterly Rock towards King's Landing, in order to make their appearance at the soon to be new Queen Targaryen's coronation party.
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General_warNpeace
One Thousand Club
Timos Stark, Winterfell
Timos inhaled sharply, the only sign he was startled, as the small patch of granite under his right hand crumbled leaving him gripping tightly to the small purchase his left hand had found. That's not good. Tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip Timos looked down at the ground that lay far below where he hung in nervous excitement. Adrenaline making his finger's clench tighter on their purch. Men, woman, and children of all status's went about their daily live's, paying no heed to the small debris that rained down upon them and oblivious to the young lord who hung precariously from the walls of the covered bridge that connected the armory and the Great Keep. When no one turned to investigate the debris, and thus notice him, Timos exhaled softly before looking back up. He only had a few more feet to scale before could safely pull himself up into one of the windows that led into the bridge. I guess my fun will end soon. Finger's clenching tighter to granite Timos huffed before with a hard twist of his waist, a slight push of his feet, and a swing of his free arm his left hand gripped a small crack within the granite. White teeth biting into his bottom lip he slowly began to slither up the wall. Blunt fingernail's raked against stone with a harsh sound as Timos gripped the window seal of a, thankfully, opened window. Pulling himself up and into the covered bridge with a slight lung he was greeted with the sound of surprised exclamation's as he hit the floor face first. Startling the soldiers and servants that were passing threw. That could have gone better.
Shaking his head in slight to clear the dizziness that clouded it from the sudden fall Timos slowly pushed himself to his feet ignoring the familiar sting on his palms from the rough granite. Sending the occupants of the hall a charming smile as their expressions of shock and surprise turned to one's of fond exasperation or irritation once they realized who it was he watched them silently resume what he was doing before turning toward the steps that led back to the yard. He had no desire to be where he could be easily found when his personal guard caught word of where he ran off to. Really when will Uncle realize I have no need nor use for a personal guard. That overprotective old fool should have realized by now that the guard is useless. He is meant to stop me from doing dangerous stunts but never accomplishes to. Though I guess I can allow the old man that little bit of falsely earned relief that I am safe. With the shape he's in I guess he doesn't need the extra stress. He thought fondly slipping into the closest crowd within the yard and disappearing from view. If only until he dies. After all I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Though I guess I should get my fun in with playing with the guard before I must leave for Kings Landing.
Timos inhaled sharply, the only sign he was startled, as the small patch of granite under his right hand crumbled leaving him gripping tightly to the small purchase his left hand had found. That's not good. Tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip Timos looked down at the ground that lay far below where he hung in nervous excitement. Adrenaline making his finger's clench tighter on their purch. Men, woman, and children of all status's went about their daily live's, paying no heed to the small debris that rained down upon them and oblivious to the young lord who hung precariously from the walls of the covered bridge that connected the armory and the Great Keep. When no one turned to investigate the debris, and thus notice him, Timos exhaled softly before looking back up. He only had a few more feet to scale before could safely pull himself up into one of the windows that led into the bridge. I guess my fun will end soon. Finger's clenching tighter to granite Timos huffed before with a hard twist of his waist, a slight push of his feet, and a swing of his free arm his left hand gripped a small crack within the granite. White teeth biting into his bottom lip he slowly began to slither up the wall. Blunt fingernail's raked against stone with a harsh sound as Timos gripped the window seal of a, thankfully, opened window. Pulling himself up and into the covered bridge with a slight lung he was greeted with the sound of surprised exclamation's as he hit the floor face first. Startling the soldiers and servants that were passing threw. That could have gone better.
Shaking his head in slight to clear the dizziness that clouded it from the sudden fall Timos slowly pushed himself to his feet ignoring the familiar sting on his palms from the rough granite. Sending the occupants of the hall a charming smile as their expressions of shock and surprise turned to one's of fond exasperation or irritation once they realized who it was he watched them silently resume what he was doing before turning toward the steps that led back to the yard. He had no desire to be where he could be easily found when his personal guard caught word of where he ran off to. Really when will Uncle realize I have no need nor use for a personal guard. That overprotective old fool should have realized by now that the guard is useless. He is meant to stop me from doing dangerous stunts but never accomplishes to. Though I guess I can allow the old man that little bit of falsely earned relief that I am safe. With the shape he's in I guess he doesn't need the extra stress. He thought fondly slipping into the closest crowd within the yard and disappearing from view. If only until he dies. After all I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Though I guess I should get my fun in with playing with the guard before I must leave for Kings Landing.
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TheFordee20
One Thousand Club
The Red Keep, King's Landing
The day of the coronation began as every other day usually did; breakfast.
Aerea awoke to sunlight peering through the silk curtains. She threw the covers off and slid out of the bed. Her handmaiden, Kora, was waiting by a newly drawn bath and several dresses for Aerea to choose from. Aerea undressed and laid down in the bath. The water was scolding, just how she liked it. Kora began to scrub her back, but, Aerea sent her out of the room until she was done with her bath.
Kora replied with a nod and quickly left the bedchamber.
Aerea scrubbed herself, washed her hair, and then stepped out of the bath. She wrapped herself in a towel and stared at her face in a large mirror that hung upon a wall adjacent to her bed. She stared at her reflection for what seemed like the longest amount of time, before she finally got dressed.
She entered the patio, where her sisters had been eating, in a skinny black dress with frills. She had her red hair hanging loose over her shoulders. "Good morning, my sweet sisters." She said as she sat down at the table. The sun was shining bright, but thankfully they were shielded from it by a large canopy. "And an especially good morning to you, my new queen." She smiled at Kuvira. A false smile, although Kuvira was too dumb to ever notice which smile was genuine and which was not.
Aerea grabbed a flagon filled with freshly squeezed orange juice and poured herself a cup. She sipped it and sighed.
The day of the coronation began as every other day usually did; breakfast.
Aerea awoke to sunlight peering through the silk curtains. She threw the covers off and slid out of the bed. Her handmaiden, Kora, was waiting by a newly drawn bath and several dresses for Aerea to choose from. Aerea undressed and laid down in the bath. The water was scolding, just how she liked it. Kora began to scrub her back, but, Aerea sent her out of the room until she was done with her bath.
Kora replied with a nod and quickly left the bedchamber.
Aerea scrubbed herself, washed her hair, and then stepped out of the bath. She wrapped herself in a towel and stared at her face in a large mirror that hung upon a wall adjacent to her bed. She stared at her reflection for what seemed like the longest amount of time, before she finally got dressed.
She entered the patio, where her sisters had been eating, in a skinny black dress with frills. She had her red hair hanging loose over her shoulders. "Good morning, my sweet sisters." She said as she sat down at the table. The sun was shining bright, but thankfully they were shielded from it by a large canopy. "And an especially good morning to you, my new queen." She smiled at Kuvira. A false smile, although Kuvira was too dumb to ever notice which smile was genuine and which was not.
Aerea grabbed a flagon filled with freshly squeezed orange juice and poured herself a cup. She sipped it and sighed.
General_warNpeace
One Thousand Club
Deanna; The Red Keep, King's Landing
Staring down at the light blue dress she was expected to wear for the day in loathsome resignation as her handmaiden, Mayi, drew her bath Deanna wished for the thousandth time that week that the next three day's were no different then the last 15 years. Her father would be sat on the throne spitting madness induced words to his council and she and her sister's would be attending lessons for the day or something else of the sort. They were not the best of year's nut they were what she was familiar with. Instead she found herself preparing to wear a dress for her sister's coronation that would officially make her sister The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. I can just imagine what my Mad sister will turn Westeros into. It's not a pleasant thought. She thought a tad grimly knowing of her sister's own disease. A dear inheritance from their loving father. I guess I should just be glad I don't seem to have inherited the famous Targaryen Madness.
Hearing the faint sound of Mayi pouring the last bucket of boiling water into the large tub Deanna forcefully pushed those, somewhat treasonous, thoughts away and locked them into the large box in her mind that she hid all her secrets within and finally turned from the dress that lay out on her bed. Stepping into the small room that was connected to her bedroom she dropped her silk robe and silently climbed into the hot water ignoring Mayi's startled protest that stuttered to a stop when Deanna showed no signs of discomfort. The girl was rather new and as such has not witnessed the Targaryen affinity for heat until today. Leaning back against the edge of the tub Deanna waved her right hand wordlessly sending the girl away and watched her scitter from the room in slight amusement. Deanna was not overly fond of other's washing her a she had many scars that were sensitive to the harsh scrubbing of a brush and the handmaidens, especially the new ones, tended to be to rough.
After bathing Deanna allowed Mayi to help her in the simple blue dress and couldn't help but admire the flame like white stitching at the bottom of the dress that she had failed to notice before. It was only noticeable if the light hit it a certain way. As she admired the stitching Deanna realized that she could indeed add something more to her taste to it. Heading over to the chest she kept her armor she pulled out one of her silver lighter sets and put it on. After glancing at the mirror she deemed herself perfect and headed out of her rooms. She stepped out onto the Patio she and her sister's frequently had breakfast upon and took her seat with a silent nod toward Kuvira in greeting. She had barely sat before Aerea swept out onto the patio and took her seat while greeting them good morning. Picking up the tea that was sat before her by a servant she took a sip of it relishing in the slight burn the whiskey it was spiked with left behind. She isn't a heavy drinker by any means but find's that with her family a slight boost in the morning helped more then not. Sighing contently she nodded at he red haired sister in greeting. "Good morning Aerea. I trust your rest was well."
Staring down at the light blue dress she was expected to wear for the day in loathsome resignation as her handmaiden, Mayi, drew her bath Deanna wished for the thousandth time that week that the next three day's were no different then the last 15 years. Her father would be sat on the throne spitting madness induced words to his council and she and her sister's would be attending lessons for the day or something else of the sort. They were not the best of year's nut they were what she was familiar with. Instead she found herself preparing to wear a dress for her sister's coronation that would officially make her sister The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. I can just imagine what my Mad sister will turn Westeros into. It's not a pleasant thought. She thought a tad grimly knowing of her sister's own disease. A dear inheritance from their loving father. I guess I should just be glad I don't seem to have inherited the famous Targaryen Madness.
Hearing the faint sound of Mayi pouring the last bucket of boiling water into the large tub Deanna forcefully pushed those, somewhat treasonous, thoughts away and locked them into the large box in her mind that she hid all her secrets within and finally turned from the dress that lay out on her bed. Stepping into the small room that was connected to her bedroom she dropped her silk robe and silently climbed into the hot water ignoring Mayi's startled protest that stuttered to a stop when Deanna showed no signs of discomfort. The girl was rather new and as such has not witnessed the Targaryen affinity for heat until today. Leaning back against the edge of the tub Deanna waved her right hand wordlessly sending the girl away and watched her scitter from the room in slight amusement. Deanna was not overly fond of other's washing her a she had many scars that were sensitive to the harsh scrubbing of a brush and the handmaidens, especially the new ones, tended to be to rough.
After bathing Deanna allowed Mayi to help her in the simple blue dress and couldn't help but admire the flame like white stitching at the bottom of the dress that she had failed to notice before. It was only noticeable if the light hit it a certain way. As she admired the stitching Deanna realized that she could indeed add something more to her taste to it. Heading over to the chest she kept her armor she pulled out one of her silver lighter sets and put it on. After glancing at the mirror she deemed herself perfect and headed out of her rooms. She stepped out onto the Patio she and her sister's frequently had breakfast upon and took her seat with a silent nod toward Kuvira in greeting. She had barely sat before Aerea swept out onto the patio and took her seat while greeting them good morning. Picking up the tea that was sat before her by a servant she took a sip of it relishing in the slight burn the whiskey it was spiked with left behind. She isn't a heavy drinker by any means but find's that with her family a slight boost in the morning helped more then not. Sighing contently she nodded at he red haired sister in greeting. "Good morning Aerea. I trust your rest was well."
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TheFordee20
One Thousand Club
The Red Keep, King's Landing
"As well as one can rest, sister." Aerea replied politely as a servant laid a plate of egg, ham, and black pudding in-front of her. Kuvira was busy talking with her flock of handmaidens about her coming coronation. Oh joy. "What about you Deanna? Did you sleep easy?" Aerea asked, taking another sip of the orange juice- filled with bits.
Aerea honestly couldn't care how her sisters slept. Her sisters weren't important, she was.
"As well as one can rest, sister." Aerea replied politely as a servant laid a plate of egg, ham, and black pudding in-front of her. Kuvira was busy talking with her flock of handmaidens about her coming coronation. Oh joy. "What about you Deanna? Did you sleep easy?" Aerea asked, taking another sip of the orange juice- filled with bits.
Aerea honestly couldn't care how her sisters slept. Her sisters weren't important, she was.
General_warNpeace
One Thousand Club
Deanna: The Red Keep, King's Landing
"Very well and very deeply. I would have continued to sleep through morning had my handmaiden not woke me." Deanna fibbed lighly sipping at her tea. She had in fact slept lightly and woke many time's in the night to the smallest noise. Often in a light sweat as nightmare's of what the future might hold invaded her sleep. She knew better then to admit such a thing to her sisters though. Any weakness shown could be used against her and that was not something she could not risk. She was only thankful that she had gained enough sleep that no darkness hung under her eyes and she had enough energy to make it through the day and not let her wariness show. Thank the god's for small miracles. Setting her cup down on its saucer she turned her gaze to her sister making a show of looking over her dress. Deanna was aware of Aerea's high opinion of herself though her sister hid it well at times and knew that it was best to play along with her ego then risk her being a...what was the term she heard the soldiers often refer to her sister's bad mood as? Ah, yes. A I'm uncultured for the rest of the day. "You look lovely today dear sister. I dear say you shall have the lord's falling over themselves to be in your company."
"Very well and very deeply. I would have continued to sleep through morning had my handmaiden not woke me." Deanna fibbed lighly sipping at her tea. She had in fact slept lightly and woke many time's in the night to the smallest noise. Often in a light sweat as nightmare's of what the future might hold invaded her sleep. She knew better then to admit such a thing to her sisters though. Any weakness shown could be used against her and that was not something she could not risk. She was only thankful that she had gained enough sleep that no darkness hung under her eyes and she had enough energy to make it through the day and not let her wariness show. Thank the god's for small miracles. Setting her cup down on its saucer she turned her gaze to her sister making a show of looking over her dress. Deanna was aware of Aerea's high opinion of herself though her sister hid it well at times and knew that it was best to play along with her ego then risk her being a...what was the term she heard the soldiers often refer to her sister's bad mood as? Ah, yes. A I'm uncultured for the rest of the day. "You look lovely today dear sister. I dear say you shall have the lord's falling over themselves to be in your company."
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TheFordee20
One Thousand Club
The Red Keep, King's Landing
"Thank you Deanna." Aerea smiled a wide smile. She picked up her knife and fork and began eating her egg and ham. She didn't really like black pudding- and she always wondered why the cooks still gave it to her, even after she told them that she detested it.
She chewed the egg, which tasted strangely off today. Someone should have this cook fired. "You yourself look very handsome. Is your blue dress new, I haven't seen you wear it before?"
Aerea had seen Deanna wear the dress on multiple occasions.
A few servants refilled the flagons and a young woman with a harp entered the patio and began to play small tunes that were a delight to Aerea's ears.
"Thank you Deanna." Aerea smiled a wide smile. She picked up her knife and fork and began eating her egg and ham. She didn't really like black pudding- and she always wondered why the cooks still gave it to her, even after she told them that she detested it.
She chewed the egg, which tasted strangely off today. Someone should have this cook fired. "You yourself look very handsome. Is your blue dress new, I haven't seen you wear it before?"
Aerea had seen Deanna wear the dress on multiple occasions.
A few servants refilled the flagons and a young woman with a harp entered the patio and began to play small tunes that were a delight to Aerea's ears.
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General_warNpeace
One Thousand Club
Deanna: The Red Keep, Kings landing
" Thank you." Deanna tilted her head toward her sister slightly in acknowledgment for the compliment. Even though she knew it was most likely not real it would be rude to point such a thing out. "Of course it is new dear sister. You know I don't wear many dresses as I prefer my armor but on such a special occasion it would be an insult not to dress for the occasion. " Deanna spoke the truth though knew her sister likely wouldn't care or had thought otherwise. Sometimes her arrogance astounds me. She didn't own many dresses outside the minimal amount expected of a lady of her standards and only wore them on special occasions. However, she found that they had become worn as she didn't replace them often and as such had needed to have them all replaced and had her current dress tailor made for the coronation. Less she insult her sisters.
" Thank you." Deanna tilted her head toward her sister slightly in acknowledgment for the compliment. Even though she knew it was most likely not real it would be rude to point such a thing out. "Of course it is new dear sister. You know I don't wear many dresses as I prefer my armor but on such a special occasion it would be an insult not to dress for the occasion. " Deanna spoke the truth though knew her sister likely wouldn't care or had thought otherwise. Sometimes her arrogance astounds me. She didn't own many dresses outside the minimal amount expected of a lady of her standards and only wore them on special occasions. However, she found that they had become worn as she didn't replace them often and as such had needed to have them all replaced and had her current dress tailor made for the coronation. Less she insult her sisters.
TheFordee20
One Thousand Club
The Red Keep, King's Landing
"And such a GREAT occasion it is, indeed. Our beautiful sister, coming into her throne." Aerea smiled. "It almost brings a tear to the eye." Aerea gracefully put a forkful of egg into her mouth.
She decided she was full a moment later and pushed her plate to the side of the wooden table they sat at. She finished her cup of juice as well. The harp was playing melodically. I think she is playing The Song Of The Seven- although I do not know for sure.
"And such a GREAT occasion it is, indeed. Our beautiful sister, coming into her throne." Aerea smiled. "It almost brings a tear to the eye." Aerea gracefully put a forkful of egg into her mouth.
She decided she was full a moment later and pushed her plate to the side of the wooden table they sat at. She finished her cup of juice as well. The harp was playing melodically. I think she is playing The Song Of The Seven- although I do not know for sure.
General_warNpeace
One Thousand Club
Deanna; The Red Keep, King landing
"Agreed." Deanna stated simply as she finished the last of her morning tea. Setting it upon it's saucer it was soon whisked away by some servants and replaced by her usual breakfast. A kidney pie with a glass of juice. Picking up her fork she distracted herself with eating while listening to the pleasant music being played. She found it nice on the ears but much preferred some of the more exotic music one hears from foreign entertainers.
"Agreed." Deanna stated simply as she finished the last of her morning tea. Setting it upon it's saucer it was soon whisked away by some servants and replaced by her usual breakfast. A kidney pie with a glass of juice. Picking up her fork she distracted herself with eating while listening to the pleasant music being played. She found it nice on the ears but much preferred some of the more exotic music one hears from foreign entertainers.
JustWhipIt
Whippersnapper
Storm's End, The Stormlands
Everyone's attention was placed onto their new lord as he navigated through the streets, clearly not in the mood to speak to anyone. Braedon Baratheon angled his face towards the ground, avoiding eye contact with the nearby people entirely - he couldn't bear to look at their faces. As he sped through, he couldn't help but notice the silence of his surroundings. Everybody's voices were hushed, reduced to mere murmurs among themselves. He couldn't make out any specific words, not that he particularly wanted to know what they were saying. Chances were that it probably wasn't what he wanted to hear right now. He never should've came out of the castle in the first place. His footsteps increased in pace as he made his way to the ever so familiar cliff that overlooked Shipbreaker Bay. In only a few minutes, he arrived at the castle built upon said cliff. Storm's End was one of the more bleak castles of Westeros, which was especially appropriate for the current situation and events. However, to Braedon, it was home.
Passing through the aged corridors and up flights of stairs, the lord paid little to no attention to the warm greetings of the servants in the castle. Their concern was genuine, and Braedon knew that. Nevertheless, he only nodded towards them, halting for no one. Eventually, he reached his chambers, hastily opening the door and closing it behind him. Striding to the other side of the room, he stared deeply out of one of the windows and into the rocky bay that extended to horizon. The waves were slightly stronger than usual this particular day, creating a rhythmic beat as they crashed onto the rocks and the cliff every few seconds. Braedon closed his eyes, completely immersed in the sounds of the sea. Ever since he was a child, he found them soothing and good for clearing his mind, something he desperately needed at the moment.
The tranquility didn't last much longer, as a series of knocks from the other side of the door caught the lord's attention. Snapping back to reality, he stepped away from the opening in the room and back to the other side, opening the door for whoever was awaiting him. As the door swayed open, Braedon found himself face to face with a familiar, elderly man, one that he's known for practically his entire life. "Maester Barret," Braedon started, clearing his throat. "What is it?"
"A raven, from King's Landing," the maester responded, offering a rolled up piece of paper.
Taking the message from the maester's hands, Braedon let out a scoff. "I don't suppose it's an apology, is it?" Sighing, the Maester Barret remained silent as Braedon read the contents of the message. "The coronation of the new Targaryen Queen - how kind of them to invite me," he remarked, tossing the letter on the nearby table.
"Do you plan on attending?" Maester Barret asked after another few seconds of silence.
"Knowing those Targaryens, it'll probably be my head next if I don't," Braedon responded, looking back out the window. "In any case, it's a rather short trip, and it'll be nice to see King's Landing one last time before it's burned to the ground."
"You really are going to declare war, aren't you?" Maester Barret's voice was grim, his concern as apparent as ever. Braedon turned around to face the maester once again, looking deeply into his eyes for a good amount of time.
"Go on, tell my family we are to leave for King's Landing in two days."
Everyone's attention was placed onto their new lord as he navigated through the streets, clearly not in the mood to speak to anyone. Braedon Baratheon angled his face towards the ground, avoiding eye contact with the nearby people entirely - he couldn't bear to look at their faces. As he sped through, he couldn't help but notice the silence of his surroundings. Everybody's voices were hushed, reduced to mere murmurs among themselves. He couldn't make out any specific words, not that he particularly wanted to know what they were saying. Chances were that it probably wasn't what he wanted to hear right now. He never should've came out of the castle in the first place. His footsteps increased in pace as he made his way to the ever so familiar cliff that overlooked Shipbreaker Bay. In only a few minutes, he arrived at the castle built upon said cliff. Storm's End was one of the more bleak castles of Westeros, which was especially appropriate for the current situation and events. However, to Braedon, it was home.
Passing through the aged corridors and up flights of stairs, the lord paid little to no attention to the warm greetings of the servants in the castle. Their concern was genuine, and Braedon knew that. Nevertheless, he only nodded towards them, halting for no one. Eventually, he reached his chambers, hastily opening the door and closing it behind him. Striding to the other side of the room, he stared deeply out of one of the windows and into the rocky bay that extended to horizon. The waves were slightly stronger than usual this particular day, creating a rhythmic beat as they crashed onto the rocks and the cliff every few seconds. Braedon closed his eyes, completely immersed in the sounds of the sea. Ever since he was a child, he found them soothing and good for clearing his mind, something he desperately needed at the moment.
The tranquility didn't last much longer, as a series of knocks from the other side of the door caught the lord's attention. Snapping back to reality, he stepped away from the opening in the room and back to the other side, opening the door for whoever was awaiting him. As the door swayed open, Braedon found himself face to face with a familiar, elderly man, one that he's known for practically his entire life. "Maester Barret," Braedon started, clearing his throat. "What is it?"
"A raven, from King's Landing," the maester responded, offering a rolled up piece of paper.
Taking the message from the maester's hands, Braedon let out a scoff. "I don't suppose it's an apology, is it?" Sighing, the Maester Barret remained silent as Braedon read the contents of the message. "The coronation of the new Targaryen Queen - how kind of them to invite me," he remarked, tossing the letter on the nearby table.
"Do you plan on attending?" Maester Barret asked after another few seconds of silence.
"Knowing those Targaryens, it'll probably be my head next if I don't," Braedon responded, looking back out the window. "In any case, it's a rather short trip, and it'll be nice to see King's Landing one last time before it's burned to the ground."
"You really are going to declare war, aren't you?" Maester Barret's voice was grim, his concern as apparent as ever. Braedon turned around to face the maester once again, looking deeply into his eyes for a good amount of time.
"Go on, tell my family we are to leave for King's Landing in two days."
TheFordee20
One Thousand Club
The Red Keep, King's Landing
"Well, I'm going to have a walk around the gardens." Before they get filled with idiots praising my sister. "I will talk to you at the feast, my dear Deanna." Aerea smiled before she got up off her seat and exited the patio.
When she got to the gardens, she sat on a stone bench and gazed upon the servants who were busy at work. Several dozen tables and chairs had been placed in the large courtyard with a canopied area in its center- where Kuvira would sit and listen to the many vows of fealty she would have to listen to. Aerea sighed and sat back on the bench.
She turned her stare to a rose bush on her right. It didn't have much greenery to it. In-fact, the bush was mostly a gnarled heap of thorns, but, in the middle of all the points, was a single white rose.
Aerea cupped her hand around the rose, and pulled off its head...
The Rose Road, Outside Of King's Landing
"Easy girl." Filicity cooed to her horse, Wither, as she trotted up The Rose Road. The dozen or so carriages and the fifty-something people had spooked the mare. You're not used to being around so many people. Filicity usually only rode her horse by herself. She'd ride Wither across the empty fields around Highgarden in complete solitude.
The horse was easily spooked by so much commotion, and noise.
"I thought you said you were the best rider in all of The Reach?" Alan Fossoway japed as he came up beside her on his brown-coloured steed. Adair Fossoway was the heir to Cider Hall. His lord father was like almost a brother to Filicity's father. So they oft saw each other, and every time they did- Filicity wanted to mop the smug look off of his face.
"I am. The horse is... having a off day." She replied as she petted Wither's mane.
"Ah, I see." Adair said, mockingly.
"What are you doing here bothering me? Why aren't you and my brother acting the fool together, like you always do?"
Adair laughed at that. "I just wanted to check m'lord's only daughter. Make sure her, erm, horse wasn't having an off day."
"Well you've checked." Filicity said, plainly. "And I'm not my father's only daughter."
Adair grinned. "Well, you're his only maiden daughter."
Filicity rolled her eyes and tapped Wither on her side to make her gallop a little faster. She trotted quickly up to a carriage, painted white and gold colours. As she trot alongside it, she knocked on the closed window.
"Oh, well if isn't your Aunt Filicity?" Eveleen said sweetly as she opened the window. Hallie smiled widely and waved at Filicity. Filicity smiled back. "You know I hate it when you call me that, sister."
"Oh, hush." Eveleen mumbled. Eveleen's eyes looked down at Wither. "So this is why you rejected riding in the carriage with Hallie and I? So you could ride that thing?"
Filicity snorted. "That thing has a name."
Eveleen raised an eyebrow.
"Wither. She is called Wither." Filicity spoke softly as she put her hand on Wither's mane and brushed it.
"Ah, lovely. More rose japes. As if I haven't heard enough." Eveleen said with a look of exhaustion on her pale face.
Filicity laughed. "Are you looking forward to the coronation, Evie?"
"I told you to never call me that."
"Oh hush." Filicity retorted, a smirk planted upon her face.
"And to answer your question- no, I am not. King's Landing is a nest of vipers. Or should I say, dragons?" Eveleen grumbled. "I bet the queen will love beautiful, mother." Hallie said in a excited tone.
"I'm sure she will, my sweet."
Filicity gave her step-sister one last look. "Well, you better look forward to it- because we're almost there." Filicity kicked Wither and the mare burst into a quick paced gallop, leading Filicity to the front of the host she was travelling with. And that was when she saw the city of King's Landing.
"Well, I'm going to have a walk around the gardens." Before they get filled with idiots praising my sister. "I will talk to you at the feast, my dear Deanna." Aerea smiled before she got up off her seat and exited the patio.
When she got to the gardens, she sat on a stone bench and gazed upon the servants who were busy at work. Several dozen tables and chairs had been placed in the large courtyard with a canopied area in its center- where Kuvira would sit and listen to the many vows of fealty she would have to listen to. Aerea sighed and sat back on the bench.
She turned her stare to a rose bush on her right. It didn't have much greenery to it. In-fact, the bush was mostly a gnarled heap of thorns, but, in the middle of all the points, was a single white rose.
Aerea cupped her hand around the rose, and pulled off its head...
The Rose Road, Outside Of King's Landing
"Easy girl." Filicity cooed to her horse, Wither, as she trotted up The Rose Road. The dozen or so carriages and the fifty-something people had spooked the mare. You're not used to being around so many people. Filicity usually only rode her horse by herself. She'd ride Wither across the empty fields around Highgarden in complete solitude.
The horse was easily spooked by so much commotion, and noise.
"I thought you said you were the best rider in all of The Reach?" Alan Fossoway japed as he came up beside her on his brown-coloured steed. Adair Fossoway was the heir to Cider Hall. His lord father was like almost a brother to Filicity's father. So they oft saw each other, and every time they did- Filicity wanted to mop the smug look off of his face.
"I am. The horse is... having a off day." She replied as she petted Wither's mane.
"Ah, I see." Adair said, mockingly.
"What are you doing here bothering me? Why aren't you and my brother acting the fool together, like you always do?"
Adair laughed at that. "I just wanted to check m'lord's only daughter. Make sure her, erm, horse wasn't having an off day."
"Well you've checked." Filicity said, plainly. "And I'm not my father's only daughter."
Adair grinned. "Well, you're his only maiden daughter."
Filicity rolled her eyes and tapped Wither on her side to make her gallop a little faster. She trotted quickly up to a carriage, painted white and gold colours. As she trot alongside it, she knocked on the closed window.
"Oh, well if isn't your Aunt Filicity?" Eveleen said sweetly as she opened the window. Hallie smiled widely and waved at Filicity. Filicity smiled back. "You know I hate it when you call me that, sister."
"Oh, hush." Eveleen mumbled. Eveleen's eyes looked down at Wither. "So this is why you rejected riding in the carriage with Hallie and I? So you could ride that thing?"
Filicity snorted. "That thing has a name."
Eveleen raised an eyebrow.
"Wither. She is called Wither." Filicity spoke softly as she put her hand on Wither's mane and brushed it.
"Ah, lovely. More rose japes. As if I haven't heard enough." Eveleen said with a look of exhaustion on her pale face.
Filicity laughed. "Are you looking forward to the coronation, Evie?"
"I told you to never call me that."
"Oh hush." Filicity retorted, a smirk planted upon her face.
"And to answer your question- no, I am not. King's Landing is a nest of vipers. Or should I say, dragons?" Eveleen grumbled. "I bet the queen will love beautiful, mother." Hallie said in a excited tone.
"I'm sure she will, my sweet."
Filicity gave her step-sister one last look. "Well, you better look forward to it- because we're almost there." Filicity kicked Wither and the mare burst into a quick paced gallop, leading Filicity to the front of the host she was travelling with. And that was when she saw the city of King's Landing.
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Obi-Wan Kenobi
A Bold One
The Eyrie, The Vale, Westeros
Gelgin Arryn gazed impassively at the face of the servant who had just brought him a letter. Straight from the Maester's ravens, he'd said. With an open hand, he waved the boy away, and carefully began to unfold the letter and read. His expression changed, almost imperceptibly, as he read further. Something maybe approaching anger, or maybe it was surprise, or worry. Trevir couldn't quite tell.
The light was relatively dim, the morning light lazily streaming in through the small windows in Gelgin's map room. Stretched across the large, rectangular table that made up the centre of the room, there were many maps of all Westeros, as well as a few of the western regions of Essos. Many small models and carvings were spread around the table, as if discarded by the careless hand of a child finished with their toys. Trevir and his father stood across the short end of the table from each other, each leaning on the table. Between them was a newer map of the Vale, major features marked on it clearly.
Trevir cleared his throat, and Gelgin looked up.
"Yes?" he asked simply, his tone entirely flat.
"Why so shaken up, father? Did the Stranger send the Mad King back with a message not to dump our refuse on him?" he jested, tone light in a vain attempt to lighten the mood before whatever his father was about to say.
Gelgin looked thoroughly unamused, taking a moment to loose a mildly disapproving look before responding with a grim, tight face. "The soon-to-be Queen, Kuvira Targaryen, requests our presence at her coronation."
Trevir frowns in confusion. "So what's the worry?"
"I worry for Westeros." For a moment, Gelgin let the mood and his expression darken as his son absorbed the full weight of his words. Then the moment passed, and he broke the silence. "Go, we must prepare for the journey."
Trevir nodded curtly and turned to leave. He knew some extent of the situation. Osmund Baratheon was dead by order of Maeryn the Mad, who promptly died in highly suspicious circumstances. Things were so close to an open Baratheon Rebellion, or so his father told him, that it was hard to find any merriment in the day at all. In light of such news, the marriage of the Warden of the West, Tiber Lannister, seemed almost out of place. Poor timing for a wedding, in his eyes. The cheer there will be lacking, to say the least.
Sometimes he really wished he could follow his father's lines of reasoning. His father was always a step or six ahead of him, and sometimes it was a little confusing. Regardless, he had preparations to make.
Gelgin Arryn gazed impassively at the face of the servant who had just brought him a letter. Straight from the Maester's ravens, he'd said. With an open hand, he waved the boy away, and carefully began to unfold the letter and read. His expression changed, almost imperceptibly, as he read further. Something maybe approaching anger, or maybe it was surprise, or worry. Trevir couldn't quite tell.
The light was relatively dim, the morning light lazily streaming in through the small windows in Gelgin's map room. Stretched across the large, rectangular table that made up the centre of the room, there were many maps of all Westeros, as well as a few of the western regions of Essos. Many small models and carvings were spread around the table, as if discarded by the careless hand of a child finished with their toys. Trevir and his father stood across the short end of the table from each other, each leaning on the table. Between them was a newer map of the Vale, major features marked on it clearly.
Trevir cleared his throat, and Gelgin looked up.
"Yes?" he asked simply, his tone entirely flat.
"Why so shaken up, father? Did the Stranger send the Mad King back with a message not to dump our refuse on him?" he jested, tone light in a vain attempt to lighten the mood before whatever his father was about to say.
Gelgin looked thoroughly unamused, taking a moment to loose a mildly disapproving look before responding with a grim, tight face. "The soon-to-be Queen, Kuvira Targaryen, requests our presence at her coronation."
Trevir frowns in confusion. "So what's the worry?"
"I worry for Westeros." For a moment, Gelgin let the mood and his expression darken as his son absorbed the full weight of his words. Then the moment passed, and he broke the silence. "Go, we must prepare for the journey."
Trevir nodded curtly and turned to leave. He knew some extent of the situation. Osmund Baratheon was dead by order of Maeryn the Mad, who promptly died in highly suspicious circumstances. Things were so close to an open Baratheon Rebellion, or so his father told him, that it was hard to find any merriment in the day at all. In light of such news, the marriage of the Warden of the West, Tiber Lannister, seemed almost out of place. Poor timing for a wedding, in his eyes. The cheer there will be lacking, to say the least.
Sometimes he really wished he could follow his father's lines of reasoning. His father was always a step or six ahead of him, and sometimes it was a little confusing. Regardless, he had preparations to make.
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Hypnos
L'Empereur
Riverrun, The Riverlands, Westeros.
Candles flickered softly around the dining hall of the great fortress of Riverrun, gently illuminating the room with a low and ominous light, lightening the ancient features of Lord Walder Tully and giving those in attendance a glimpse of his quivering face, his eyes like that of a small animal, filled with fear. Trembling slightly as he fumbled with the letter, Walder's gnarled and boney fingers had trouble unfurling the small piece of newly received parchment, struggling to open its ornate wax seal, upon which was carved the ancient sigil of House Targaryen of King's Landing, revealing the letters contents before the elderly Lord of Riverrun could even break it, the man dreading the horrid news that was inside, wishing that he would not have to burden those closest to him with what he was about to reveal.
"The King is dead" He said, in a hoarse whisper, barely able to keep his horror from drifting into his voice "They found him collapsed in his chamber, clutching his heart as if suffering from an ailment or affliction, though as he had no history with either foul play is suspected" the room was deathly quiet, the only sound coming from the slow dripping of the candles, wax hitting the floor like tiny rain drops, giving an atmosphere of dread.
"So it seems war is unavoidable" Came the gruff tones of Lord Eddard Bracken, shattering the silence "I'd put good money on this being Baratheon's doing, you know the boy is in grief and without the steady hand of his father to guide him I don't doubt he'd stoop to assassination to claim his vengeance"
"Aye!" Agreed Ser Lothar, a pragmatic man and Walder's own son, someone far more accustomed to using the quill than the sword "It seems like the kind of foolhardy thing the boy would do, he is only young and has not yet learned of the hardships of war, I wouldn't be surprised if he intends to start an all out military campaign against the throne, though I doubt he'll get very far, did the raven bring any other news"
Walder nodded, still shaken by the new he had just received, though slightly calmer now that he had seen the levelheadedness of his companions, he couldn't afford to look weak at this time, especially with a war looming on the horizon "Breanden Baratheon may be young but he is not a fool" He gazed at Lord Eddard reassuringly, the two of them had been been friends for a long time and they were even brothers by the law of men, he knew the man only feared for the safety of his family yet spreading words such as these against Lord Baratheon was not something that would aid the coming conflict "He is like a nephew to me and his father like my brother, I am certain that he would not stoop to poison to claim his revenge nor would he actively fight against the crown, at least not without proper support, wipe these thoughts of war from your mind and think more positively Breanden is a friend and trusted ally, he would not drag the entire realm int chaos" he turned his attention to Lothar, the boy was too smart for his own good and likely he would work on preparing funds for conflict no matter what his Lord father would say "As for additional news, aye, the letter also brings word of celebration, the coronation of queen Kuvira Targaryen will be held in but a few weeks and I am to go to King's Landing to re swear my oath of fealty to the Iron Throne"
"Father! You can't honestly go back to that dung heap" This time the interruption came from Ser Benjicot, Walder's son and heir, a caring man though not the brightest when it came to politics "You're old and your leg is growing ever the worse, you haven't ridden long distance since the winter fair and I doubt you'd make it to King's Landing without encountering a bandit or two, look at you, you're shaking even now, mayhaps it would be best to send me in your stead"
Walder chuckled, the first sincere laugh for a very long time, he was touched by the concern of his family and he knew his words held true, though he was not going to let age take him now, not before he saw the aftermath of this damned conflict "I am flattered Ben, I truly am, that you would care so much for your old man, but you know I must go, if the Targaryen girl is anything like her father she would take insult to my absence and call it treason" He looked down to his hand, he was still trembling though less so now and he knew the worst was yet to come "I shall be fine, truly, though I will need an escort, I hope you are not apposed to accompanying me to the coronation, you shall make fine company, as should your darling girls, I see too few of them these days, teenagers" he shook his head sadly "Lothar, you should stay here and keep Riverrun safe, take care of your mother"
Lothar snorted "The day mother needs to be cared for is the day that the seven hells freeze over, though I have no qualms with keeping her company whilst she runs your region, much as she always does"
"Of course" Walder smiled "She will be happy for the support, Lord Eddard will you accompany me to the capital?"
"I wouldn't miss a chance to see you make a fool of yourself in front of the new queen, though we'll have to make it quick, I am expected at my nieces wedding over in the Westerlands as are you, she is marrying a Lannister you know, it's the talk of tge kingdoms"
"Let us hope that her wedding remains the most exciting thing in the kingdoms for some time to come" he raised his goblet, careful not the spill the fine Arbor gold "To peace and prosperity!"
"Here, here" repeated the other three men, downing their own, similarly filled goblets
Candles flickered softly around the dining hall of the great fortress of Riverrun, gently illuminating the room with a low and ominous light, lightening the ancient features of Lord Walder Tully and giving those in attendance a glimpse of his quivering face, his eyes like that of a small animal, filled with fear. Trembling slightly as he fumbled with the letter, Walder's gnarled and boney fingers had trouble unfurling the small piece of newly received parchment, struggling to open its ornate wax seal, upon which was carved the ancient sigil of House Targaryen of King's Landing, revealing the letters contents before the elderly Lord of Riverrun could even break it, the man dreading the horrid news that was inside, wishing that he would not have to burden those closest to him with what he was about to reveal.
"The King is dead" He said, in a hoarse whisper, barely able to keep his horror from drifting into his voice "They found him collapsed in his chamber, clutching his heart as if suffering from an ailment or affliction, though as he had no history with either foul play is suspected" the room was deathly quiet, the only sound coming from the slow dripping of the candles, wax hitting the floor like tiny rain drops, giving an atmosphere of dread.
"So it seems war is unavoidable" Came the gruff tones of Lord Eddard Bracken, shattering the silence "I'd put good money on this being Baratheon's doing, you know the boy is in grief and without the steady hand of his father to guide him I don't doubt he'd stoop to assassination to claim his vengeance"
"Aye!" Agreed Ser Lothar, a pragmatic man and Walder's own son, someone far more accustomed to using the quill than the sword "It seems like the kind of foolhardy thing the boy would do, he is only young and has not yet learned of the hardships of war, I wouldn't be surprised if he intends to start an all out military campaign against the throne, though I doubt he'll get very far, did the raven bring any other news"
Walder nodded, still shaken by the new he had just received, though slightly calmer now that he had seen the levelheadedness of his companions, he couldn't afford to look weak at this time, especially with a war looming on the horizon "Breanden Baratheon may be young but he is not a fool" He gazed at Lord Eddard reassuringly, the two of them had been been friends for a long time and they were even brothers by the law of men, he knew the man only feared for the safety of his family yet spreading words such as these against Lord Baratheon was not something that would aid the coming conflict "He is like a nephew to me and his father like my brother, I am certain that he would not stoop to poison to claim his revenge nor would he actively fight against the crown, at least not without proper support, wipe these thoughts of war from your mind and think more positively Breanden is a friend and trusted ally, he would not drag the entire realm int chaos" he turned his attention to Lothar, the boy was too smart for his own good and likely he would work on preparing funds for conflict no matter what his Lord father would say "As for additional news, aye, the letter also brings word of celebration, the coronation of queen Kuvira Targaryen will be held in but a few weeks and I am to go to King's Landing to re swear my oath of fealty to the Iron Throne"
"Father! You can't honestly go back to that dung heap" This time the interruption came from Ser Benjicot, Walder's son and heir, a caring man though not the brightest when it came to politics "You're old and your leg is growing ever the worse, you haven't ridden long distance since the winter fair and I doubt you'd make it to King's Landing without encountering a bandit or two, look at you, you're shaking even now, mayhaps it would be best to send me in your stead"
Walder chuckled, the first sincere laugh for a very long time, he was touched by the concern of his family and he knew his words held true, though he was not going to let age take him now, not before he saw the aftermath of this damned conflict "I am flattered Ben, I truly am, that you would care so much for your old man, but you know I must go, if the Targaryen girl is anything like her father she would take insult to my absence and call it treason" He looked down to his hand, he was still trembling though less so now and he knew the worst was yet to come "I shall be fine, truly, though I will need an escort, I hope you are not apposed to accompanying me to the coronation, you shall make fine company, as should your darling girls, I see too few of them these days, teenagers" he shook his head sadly "Lothar, you should stay here and keep Riverrun safe, take care of your mother"
Lothar snorted "The day mother needs to be cared for is the day that the seven hells freeze over, though I have no qualms with keeping her company whilst she runs your region, much as she always does"
"Of course" Walder smiled "She will be happy for the support, Lord Eddard will you accompany me to the capital?"
"I wouldn't miss a chance to see you make a fool of yourself in front of the new queen, though we'll have to make it quick, I am expected at my nieces wedding over in the Westerlands as are you, she is marrying a Lannister you know, it's the talk of tge kingdoms"
"Let us hope that her wedding remains the most exciting thing in the kingdoms for some time to come" he raised his goblet, careful not the spill the fine Arbor gold "To peace and prosperity!"
"Here, here" repeated the other three men, downing their own, similarly filled goblets
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Obi-Wan Kenobi
A Bold One
Kingsroad, Outside King's Landing, Westeros
Trevir grinned from ear to ear as he rode, trotting easily out in front of all but one. Riding beside him was Ser Jares Brander, a loyal knight of the household who Trevir found he got on with pretty well. Jares appreciated a good sense of humour better than most, and the two were like butter and bread, or wildfire and danger.
"So tell me, Ser Jares, what do you see when you look at our convoy?" Trevir asked, looking over his shoulder at the line of horses and carts and various other assorted tag-alongs.
Their party was about three-score strong, made up of the Arryns, their most loyal and skilled knights, and various retainers. Trevir and Ser Jares took up the lead, while Gelgin was somewhere near the front but not quite. Trevir's older brother, Bryce, was currently far too ill to travel, so he had been left behind in the care of the Maester.
Ser Jares considered the band for a moment, the banners flying high in the breeze. "Travellers who should know better than to expect to find a rest at King's Landing." he replied finally. The two laughed together at that, and Trevir punched him lightly on the shoulder.
Ser Jares' face hardens a little once the laughter dies down. "So, who do you reckon killed the Mad King? My money's on one of the Baratheons. Vengeance for their father and all that. Poor Lord Osmund, huh?"
Trevir nods solemnly, having some reservations about outright blaming the Baratheons. Before he could begin to air this opinion, a deeper voice comes from behind them, weary but utterly flat in tone. Lord Gelgin.
"Might have been one of the daughters."
Trevir assumes an understanding expression, while Jares takes a split second longer. "The one who's getting crowned, then. Kuvira Targaryen." Trevir said, catching on quickly. Ser Jares adds his support in the form of a vague "Yeah, yeah, that'd be it."
Gelgin simply nods, and falls back into the near-front of the column without another word. The two friends look at each other blankly, then continue conversation like nothing happened, while King's Landing looms closer and closer on the horizon.
Trevir grinned from ear to ear as he rode, trotting easily out in front of all but one. Riding beside him was Ser Jares Brander, a loyal knight of the household who Trevir found he got on with pretty well. Jares appreciated a good sense of humour better than most, and the two were like butter and bread, or wildfire and danger.
"So tell me, Ser Jares, what do you see when you look at our convoy?" Trevir asked, looking over his shoulder at the line of horses and carts and various other assorted tag-alongs.
Their party was about three-score strong, made up of the Arryns, their most loyal and skilled knights, and various retainers. Trevir and Ser Jares took up the lead, while Gelgin was somewhere near the front but not quite. Trevir's older brother, Bryce, was currently far too ill to travel, so he had been left behind in the care of the Maester.
Ser Jares considered the band for a moment, the banners flying high in the breeze. "Travellers who should know better than to expect to find a rest at King's Landing." he replied finally. The two laughed together at that, and Trevir punched him lightly on the shoulder.
Ser Jares' face hardens a little once the laughter dies down. "So, who do you reckon killed the Mad King? My money's on one of the Baratheons. Vengeance for their father and all that. Poor Lord Osmund, huh?"
Trevir nods solemnly, having some reservations about outright blaming the Baratheons. Before he could begin to air this opinion, a deeper voice comes from behind them, weary but utterly flat in tone. Lord Gelgin.
"Might have been one of the daughters."
Trevir assumes an understanding expression, while Jares takes a split second longer. "The one who's getting crowned, then. Kuvira Targaryen." Trevir said, catching on quickly. Ser Jares adds his support in the form of a vague "Yeah, yeah, that'd be it."
Gelgin simply nods, and falls back into the near-front of the column without another word. The two friends look at each other blankly, then continue conversation like nothing happened, while King's Landing looms closer and closer on the horizon.
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General_warNpeace
One Thousand Club
Adele: Riverrun, The Riverlands, Westeros
Silence met him as he stepped into the darkened room. Closing the door behind him gently he approached the only other person the room and took a seat across from them in front of the fireplace. Picking up the cup of tea waiting for him he began to sip at it in silence waiting for the other to speak. His mother appeared deep in thought, the firelight cast shadow upon her face that flickered and danced, and he loathed to disturb her but as she had summoned him there was nothing he could do without seeming rude.
"How are your lesson's going?" A soft voice broke the silence almost startling Adele from the sudden noise. Eyes flickering over to the speaker he saw that though she spoke she still stared into the flames of the fireplace. Her eyes far away and her mind even further. Despite this he had no doubt his clever mother was still focused on him no matter her outside appearance, It was to deceive other. Exhaling softly Adele placed the cup down upon its sauce with a soft 'click' before leaning back in his chair and joining her in staring within the fire. "My lesson's are doing well. All of them. I find myself learning much and hope to learn more with time."
"Good." She stated simply before silence enveloped them again. This time Adele did not bother distracting himself with his tea and instead just waited patiently for his mother to speak. It was a test of patients. It was always a test of dome sort as his mother never did anything without a reason. The slight cackle of the flames had grown loud within his ears before she spoke again. The sound of her sudden voice startled him even as he expected it but no sign showed upon his face. "You will need every lesson you have been taught so far when you go to King's landing."
"Kings Landing." Adele repeated arching a brow at his mother and straightening up in his seat. He had to fight to keep the interest off his face instead replacing it with calculating curiosity. "You wish me for me to travel to Kings Landing with Lord Grandfather and my uncles?"
"Yes, though you shall have to ask your Lord Grandfather if you may attend as well and it is his final say that will affect if you do. " Finally his mother turned her gaze to meet his. Her eye's no longer far away. "I feel it would be best if you attended the coronation as there will be many Lord's and Ladies there. Depending on what you do there we shall see if those lesson's are truly going well. "
"As you wish mother." Adele bowed his head respectively keeping his calm mask on tight. He would not wish for his mother to see the interest that such an opportunity held for him. Though there were a few sharp minds within Riverrun they had long since stopped teaching him, except for his mother, and in King's Landing he had no doubt there would be many who would test his skills and knowledge.
.....
"I shall like to request something from you my Lord grandfather." Adele stated as he watched his grandfather finish eating the next morning at breakfast. The meal had passed quietly with thick tension following last nights rather shocking news but now everyone looked at him startled from the sudden noise. He had thought through night of how he would approach his grandfather and had decided that doing so as soon as possible within a semi-public environment would benefit him more then asking for a private word.
Silence met him as he stepped into the darkened room. Closing the door behind him gently he approached the only other person the room and took a seat across from them in front of the fireplace. Picking up the cup of tea waiting for him he began to sip at it in silence waiting for the other to speak. His mother appeared deep in thought, the firelight cast shadow upon her face that flickered and danced, and he loathed to disturb her but as she had summoned him there was nothing he could do without seeming rude.
"How are your lesson's going?" A soft voice broke the silence almost startling Adele from the sudden noise. Eyes flickering over to the speaker he saw that though she spoke she still stared into the flames of the fireplace. Her eyes far away and her mind even further. Despite this he had no doubt his clever mother was still focused on him no matter her outside appearance, It was to deceive other. Exhaling softly Adele placed the cup down upon its sauce with a soft 'click' before leaning back in his chair and joining her in staring within the fire. "My lesson's are doing well. All of them. I find myself learning much and hope to learn more with time."
"Good." She stated simply before silence enveloped them again. This time Adele did not bother distracting himself with his tea and instead just waited patiently for his mother to speak. It was a test of patients. It was always a test of dome sort as his mother never did anything without a reason. The slight cackle of the flames had grown loud within his ears before she spoke again. The sound of her sudden voice startled him even as he expected it but no sign showed upon his face. "You will need every lesson you have been taught so far when you go to King's landing."
"Kings Landing." Adele repeated arching a brow at his mother and straightening up in his seat. He had to fight to keep the interest off his face instead replacing it with calculating curiosity. "You wish me for me to travel to Kings Landing with Lord Grandfather and my uncles?"
"Yes, though you shall have to ask your Lord Grandfather if you may attend as well and it is his final say that will affect if you do. " Finally his mother turned her gaze to meet his. Her eye's no longer far away. "I feel it would be best if you attended the coronation as there will be many Lord's and Ladies there. Depending on what you do there we shall see if those lesson's are truly going well. "
"As you wish mother." Adele bowed his head respectively keeping his calm mask on tight. He would not wish for his mother to see the interest that such an opportunity held for him. Though there were a few sharp minds within Riverrun they had long since stopped teaching him, except for his mother, and in King's Landing he had no doubt there would be many who would test his skills and knowledge.
.....
"I shall like to request something from you my Lord grandfather." Adele stated as he watched his grandfather finish eating the next morning at breakfast. The meal had passed quietly with thick tension following last nights rather shocking news but now everyone looked at him startled from the sudden noise. He had thought through night of how he would approach his grandfather and had decided that doing so as soon as possible within a semi-public environment would benefit him more then asking for a private word.
Hypnos
L'Empereur
Riverrun, The Riverlands, Westeros.
"Aye? What is it lad? Something you need?" Walder smiled, looking up from his food as he examined his young grandson, startled slightly by his sudden appearance, though he quickly regained his composure. He didn't see Adele often, the boy's mother mostly dealing with his care, a shrewd woman though one Lord Walder wasn't particularly fond of, his Bracken blood alienating him from her family meaning they had never truly seen eye to eye, the marriage she had with his son a mere courtesy offered as liege to a vassal rather than from a friend to a friend and was a sore spot with the Lord of Riverrun, who prided himself on doing what was best for his family.
"Aye? What is it lad? Something you need?" Walder smiled, looking up from his food as he examined his young grandson, startled slightly by his sudden appearance, though he quickly regained his composure. He didn't see Adele often, the boy's mother mostly dealing with his care, a shrewd woman though one Lord Walder wasn't particularly fond of, his Bracken blood alienating him from her family meaning they had never truly seen eye to eye, the marriage she had with his son a mere courtesy offered as liege to a vassal rather than from a friend to a friend and was a sore spot with the Lord of Riverrun, who prided himself on doing what was best for his family.
General_warNpeace
One Thousand Club
Adele: Riverrun, The Riverlands, Westeros
"In a way." Adele answered evading the real question for the moment as he sipped at his tea after one of the servants had refilled it. Setting the cup back down he finally returned his attention to his grandfather. He was aware of his grandfather's view on his mother and knew there was a chance he could refute any suggestion that seemed like it came from her. As such he had to form it so it seemed as though it was an original idea. Speaking he allowed some of his interest at the thought of going to Kings Landing show on his face. " I wish to accompany my Uncles and yourself to King's landing for the Queen's coronation. I believe that such a formal and rare occasion would have much to teach me. It would also give me a chance to meet some of the other houses, the Princesses, and the Queen. Allowing me to form my own view and such of them. After all I should know my Queen if I am expected to serve her kingdom should I not?"
"In a way." Adele answered evading the real question for the moment as he sipped at his tea after one of the servants had refilled it. Setting the cup back down he finally returned his attention to his grandfather. He was aware of his grandfather's view on his mother and knew there was a chance he could refute any suggestion that seemed like it came from her. As such he had to form it so it seemed as though it was an original idea. Speaking he allowed some of his interest at the thought of going to Kings Landing show on his face. " I wish to accompany my Uncles and yourself to King's landing for the Queen's coronation. I believe that such a formal and rare occasion would have much to teach me. It would also give me a chance to meet some of the other houses, the Princesses, and the Queen. Allowing me to form my own view and such of them. After all I should know my Queen if I am expected to serve her kingdom should I not?"
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Hypnos
L'Empereur
Riverrun, The Riverlands, Westeros.
Walder chuckled, eyeing the boy up and down, thinking carefully about his response, whilst all he had said was perfectly true and there were certainly positives for him to travel to the capital and meet all the lords and ladies of the realm, Walder didn't want to take anymore people than he had to, a storm was brewing and with the apparent murder of King Mearyn and the rise of Queen Kurvia the realm would fall into chaos and fighting, he wouldn't be surprised if people were already setting out their plans for rebellion and more like than not King's Landing was the place they'd execute them.
"You're five and ten lad, not bloody fifty and you are not even yet a man grown, please don't talk in such a way, I will not have my grandchildren throw away their childhood, you are still so young. When I was your age I wanted nothing to do with politics, I would fight all day and fuck all night and I had no desire to head for the vultures nest that is King's Landing, you shall learn of the realm soon enough, at your own pace, believe me that were I to take you with me you would be wishing I hadn't King's Landing is not place for a boy and certainly not my grandson, it is entirely unsafe and I cannot allow you to accompany me" he raised his goblet to his lips, deep in thought.
Walder chuckled, eyeing the boy up and down, thinking carefully about his response, whilst all he had said was perfectly true and there were certainly positives for him to travel to the capital and meet all the lords and ladies of the realm, Walder didn't want to take anymore people than he had to, a storm was brewing and with the apparent murder of King Mearyn and the rise of Queen Kurvia the realm would fall into chaos and fighting, he wouldn't be surprised if people were already setting out their plans for rebellion and more like than not King's Landing was the place they'd execute them.
"You're five and ten lad, not bloody fifty and you are not even yet a man grown, please don't talk in such a way, I will not have my grandchildren throw away their childhood, you are still so young. When I was your age I wanted nothing to do with politics, I would fight all day and fuck all night and I had no desire to head for the vultures nest that is King's Landing, you shall learn of the realm soon enough, at your own pace, believe me that were I to take you with me you would be wishing I hadn't King's Landing is not place for a boy and certainly not my grandson, it is entirely unsafe and I cannot allow you to accompany me" he raised his goblet to his lips, deep in thought.
General_warNpeace
One Thousand Club
Adele: Riverrun, The Riverlands, Westeros
Ah, I always forget that they can argue back with my age. Adele thought grimly though it didn't show on his face. His mother had taught him from an early age to only let the emotions you desire for others to see onto your face. Sipping at his tea as he formed another point of action he wondered what Kings Landing looked like. It was probably a beautiful place if the Targaryens lived there though from the stories of their reign he head no doubt that it would be even more so if they weren't there to tear it asunder. Alas unless one of the other houses won the Iron throne I doubt that the Targaryens are going anywhere. Finishing the last of his tea Adele turned back to his grandfather and hoped he had not given him to much time to think up more reason's he shouldn't go. "I just thought it would be a good opportunity. And with all the rebellion that will no doubt rise following the kings death I thought it would be safer in Kings Landing. After all it is in the middle of the capital and guarded by an entire army, more of which will arrive with the arriving Houses, which will no doubt offer protection from forces striking from the outside though now that I have thought over it I guess it is likely that many of those forces shall pass through Riverrun first and so I may be benefited more staying here with Lady Grandmother and the rest of the family. Who know's what I can learn from the rebels when they no doubt come to speak to us. I'm sure they can teach me much about the realm and hopefully I shall even make a few friends among their soldiers. It would be nice to have a few friends I didn't grow up with." Adele smiled pleasantly at his grandfather as though he really was speaking of meeting new friends and not what he was implying.
Ah, I always forget that they can argue back with my age. Adele thought grimly though it didn't show on his face. His mother had taught him from an early age to only let the emotions you desire for others to see onto your face. Sipping at his tea as he formed another point of action he wondered what Kings Landing looked like. It was probably a beautiful place if the Targaryens lived there though from the stories of their reign he head no doubt that it would be even more so if they weren't there to tear it asunder. Alas unless one of the other houses won the Iron throne I doubt that the Targaryens are going anywhere. Finishing the last of his tea Adele turned back to his grandfather and hoped he had not given him to much time to think up more reason's he shouldn't go. "I just thought it would be a good opportunity. And with all the rebellion that will no doubt rise following the kings death I thought it would be safer in Kings Landing. After all it is in the middle of the capital and guarded by an entire army, more of which will arrive with the arriving Houses, which will no doubt offer protection from forces striking from the outside though now that I have thought over it I guess it is likely that many of those forces shall pass through Riverrun first and so I may be benefited more staying here with Lady Grandmother and the rest of the family. Who know's what I can learn from the rebels when they no doubt come to speak to us. I'm sure they can teach me much about the realm and hopefully I shall even make a few friends among their soldiers. It would be nice to have a few friends I didn't grow up with." Adele smiled pleasantly at his grandfather as though he really was speaking of meeting new friends and not what he was implying.
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Hypnos
L'Empereur
Riverrun, The Riverlands, Westeros.
"It's a funny trick that you can do boy, you open your mouth and your mothers words come pouring out, don't test my patience for I assure you it will not have the desired affect" he placed his goblet delicately back upon the table, gesturing for the servants to come and remove his plate, though it was still half full, he had quite lost his appetite after hearing such insolent words come from the mouth of a young boy, especially one with which he shared blood "Do not even jape about about such things, there shall be no rebels, certainly not within these walls, I do not know what poisons your mother has been whispering into your ears but I want to put a stop to it, you shall not be going to King's Landing and that is the end of it, and I do hope that you shall rethink the words which you have spoken, campaigning to go to the capital is one thing but talking about rebels taking our hold, your grandmother, I am truly lost for words, perhaps should you behave I shall take you to the wedding of cousin Leanne, your great aunt Morye's daughter in Castely Rock, but the capital is off limits.
Walder rose, shaking heavily as he did so, gripping onto his wooden cane as of his life depended on it, the old man barely able to stand at all "I expect to hear no more of this and rest assured I shall be having words with your mother"
"It's a funny trick that you can do boy, you open your mouth and your mothers words come pouring out, don't test my patience for I assure you it will not have the desired affect" he placed his goblet delicately back upon the table, gesturing for the servants to come and remove his plate, though it was still half full, he had quite lost his appetite after hearing such insolent words come from the mouth of a young boy, especially one with which he shared blood "Do not even jape about about such things, there shall be no rebels, certainly not within these walls, I do not know what poisons your mother has been whispering into your ears but I want to put a stop to it, you shall not be going to King's Landing and that is the end of it, and I do hope that you shall rethink the words which you have spoken, campaigning to go to the capital is one thing but talking about rebels taking our hold, your grandmother, I am truly lost for words, perhaps should you behave I shall take you to the wedding of cousin Leanne, your great aunt Morye's daughter in Castely Rock, but the capital is off limits.
Walder rose, shaking heavily as he did so, gripping onto his wooden cane as of his life depended on it, the old man barely able to stand at all "I expect to hear no more of this and rest assured I shall be having words with your mother"
General_warNpeace
One Thousand Club
Adele: Riverrun, The Riverlands, Westeros
Perfect. Adele bowed his head allowing his expression to turn regretful and shameful. All of which wasn't faked. Hopefully, what I intend come's to pass. I would hate to have slandered my dear Lady Grandmother and the rest of my House in such a way for nothing. Standing he bowed to his Grandfather respectfully. "Of course Lord Grandfather, excuse my insolence. I did not mean to imply such thing's so lightly. Nor did I mean any disrespect toward Lady Grandmother or the rest of my house. I had allowed my disappointment at the rejection to my request to cloud my words and acted disrespectful and childish when I simply meant to speak of my own fears as I worry for the backlash that could possibly strike us due to the King's death. Especially while you are away. I shall work on controlling such things while you are gone and maybe find my own tasks to distract me instead of just the one's mother wishes for me. Perhaps I shall finally take up sparring more like father has been wishing me to. I'm sure you could give me a few tips in such an area when you come back and hopefully it will give me something to take my emotions out on, that doesn't include words. Please, accept my apologies Lord Grandfather. "
Perfect. Adele bowed his head allowing his expression to turn regretful and shameful. All of which wasn't faked. Hopefully, what I intend come's to pass. I would hate to have slandered my dear Lady Grandmother and the rest of my House in such a way for nothing. Standing he bowed to his Grandfather respectfully. "Of course Lord Grandfather, excuse my insolence. I did not mean to imply such thing's so lightly. Nor did I mean any disrespect toward Lady Grandmother or the rest of my house. I had allowed my disappointment at the rejection to my request to cloud my words and acted disrespectful and childish when I simply meant to speak of my own fears as I worry for the backlash that could possibly strike us due to the King's death. Especially while you are away. I shall work on controlling such things while you are gone and maybe find my own tasks to distract me instead of just the one's mother wishes for me. Perhaps I shall finally take up sparring more like father has been wishing me to. I'm sure you could give me a few tips in such an area when you come back and hopefully it will give me something to take my emotions out on, that doesn't include words. Please, accept my apologies Lord Grandfather. "
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