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[Mion]

@TheFordee14


Siegfried rises and raises his axe above his head.


"It is as good as done my King, the shield islands will be yours and I an my men shall guard them with our lives."


Siegfried turns and lowers his axe to his waist again.


"I shall report this to my men, simply give a signal when you are ready, My fleet has been prepared and trained for war for years, it shall not fail you my King"





With that Siegfried leaves Conn, heading directly to his fleet, he had not even set sail yet and he could feel the blood pumping through his veins, his head pounding with adrenaline, by the time Siegfried reached his fleet the news seemed to have travelled to his men. He gave them a deep smile and the men cheered. Siegfried quickly looked over his men, they were ready for battle.


He boarded The Bloody Flux and stood at the hull and began.


"Today men is the day that we set sail for the Reach! These greenlanders boast of their powerful fleet but they have never met us! We shall crush their fleet, burnt it to the ground and chop them with our axes, riddle it with arrows and slaughter their crew! When we are done with that we will take the islands they call the Shield Islands! We will burn pillage cut down men and take any lass we see, let the Reach remember the day as the day the Iron Born were victorious and the day we kicked them right in the I'm uncultured!"





The whole fleet cheered and the atmosphere turned hysteric... these iron born were out for blood and would settle for no less.

 

[General_warNpeace]

Deanna


"Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go


To heal my heart and drown my woe


Rain may fall and wind may blow,


And many miles be still to go,


But under a tall tree I will lie,


And let the clouds go sailing by."


Laughing along with the crew as a few of the men sung and danced around deck Deanna took a swing of her Pint. The Ale within soothed her aching throat and settled in her stomach like liquid fire. Warming her from within. After spending the day doing tasks and enduring the biting chill that settled over the ship the Ale was exactly what she needed as the crew celebrated their return to the sea. Standing she raised her pint into the air drawing everyone's attention as she yelled. " Drink tonight and sail tomorrow! May your Anchor be tight, your Cork be loose, your Rum be spiced, and your Compass be true in the day's to follow!"


Yells of agreement followed her words as pint's were raised and ale was drank. Breathlessly laughing she fell back into her seat and watched as the men began another song. The man on her right joined in and Dominic took his seat with his own pint in hand and taunted her. "Your sounding more like a sailor and less like a princess already. Should I be grateful of that or scared?"


"Your a funny man when you drink." Deanna smirked." The captain taught me a few phrases to help me blend in with the other's until I adapt. So I would hold of on your fear until I really start speaking like a sailor and less like a Princess."


"I wouldn't worry even then. After all the moment that happen's Mayi would be there to remind you of your status. " Dominic snorted at the glare that earned. Throughout the day Deanna found herself being constantly reminded to stand straight and speak like a lady. The only reason she wasn't beside her doing so now is because she was dancing with the others. Gaining much attention from the men. "I never knew a handmaiden with such little fear of her mistress I almost miss the times she would cower at my glare."


"No you don't." Dom shot back making Deanna shrug. She really didn't after all Mayi was very annoying back then. Standing Dominic gestured to the dancing crew. "We can still drink as we dance."

 

[Archon]

Dragonstone Keep


Lord Rory Baratheon


Rory gripped the stone edges of the balcony tightly, applying such pressure that the rough edges dug into his hands, and he very nearly crushed the stone in his hand. Yet his frustration was dispersed with the familiar creaking sound of the absurdely loud door - something he planned to have replaced. "My Lord, urgent news from Ser Mandon!" With deft speed, Rory turned to face the duo of guards who'd intruded, simpling nodding for them to continue. "A messenger from House Tully has arrived at port, Lord Paramount Walder Tully makes sail for Dragonstone."


The words echoed through Rory's ears for several moments, his mind raced with possible reasons for the Tully's journey - but none came to mind, "Ready my horse! Alert the barracks to ready me an escort party!" Rory barked, making haste to equip himself in his favoured battle armor; at this news most Lords would organize a lavish feast, and equip their grandest gowns, Rory was not most of Westeros. He had no intention of grovelling, or trying to win favour. He would be a true Baratheon, he would be direct, firm, and fair. As most should be.


Fully equipped, he departed to the now-formed escort of personal guards outside the Keep - there was little point, the Raging Stag had little doubt he'd be able to dispatch any trouble, but it was Ser Mandon's insistence that he take an entourage. Rory briefly wondered how near Lord Walder was, the messenger couldn't be more than a few hours ahead. There were no rest breaks by sea, after all. "My Lord Rory, would you like the gates manned, and banners raised?" The martial asked, Ser Thrask was his name. Rory considered the proposal, and though he saw no point, he nodded to the man nonetheless.




The journey through the small town was uneventful, the majority of the commoners marveled in confusion at the entourage, others muttered in out of curiosity. Yet the sight ended at the port, which Ser Mandon had already secured with a very large number of guards, the elder Knight was already in conversation with the messenger, likely fishing for details through innocent questions. "Easy, Ser Mandon." Rory spoke authoritatively, before he approached the messenger who promplty bowed. "How long until Lord Walder arrives?" Rory simply asked, hoping it would be soon - as he didn't fancy his time being wasted.

@Hypnos (You can decide how long the arrival takes)​

 

[WanderingJester]

Outside the Gates of the Gods, Crownlands.





After Wilhelm told off the guard at the gate for impeding on the Lord of a major house's business, the Lannister party that had remained behind after the coronation exited the city at last, with many within the party letting out a sigh of relief. Tiber knew better though: they were not safe so long as they remained outside the protected borders of the Westerlands. Looking around, he spotted the Lawsen Clegane of House Clegane waiting on the side of the Goldroad, along with his men and trusted hound. The convoy rode up to them and he greeted Lord Clegane from his horseback.


"Hail Lord Clegane! Good to see you've gotten my message and out of the city without too much trouble. I see you've already gotten what I requested, well done." He gestured over to the six additional horses procured by the Pup's men. "Now, I don't know if you've heard, but Fair Isle came under attack by those of the Iron Islands, and thus we must hurry back. Should anyone ask and you see fit to answer them, that will be the explanation for our haste." The Lord of Casterly Rock looked over to the South and the general direction of the docks, only to see a few of his Lionsguards appeared with Ser Tidus as well as what looked like a servant girl next to him. "Ah good they're here."


The group looked tired, but continued forward until they reached the unmarked but saddled horses brought by Clegane's men. Even in their state, with their lion shaped armor splashed with dirt and mud and their movements somewhat sluggish from the terrain and tiredness, the Master of the Kennel's men knew better than to protest or get in their way, and soon all six men plus Astris mounted up, with the young Baratheon riding behind Ser Tidus. Tiber rode his horse up next to the Lionsguard Commander and asked, "any problems?"


Tidus shook his head, "none that impeded us my lord, but may I suggest we depart as soon as possible? Quickly?" Tiber nodded and turned to the combination of Lannister and Clegane men.


"We ride hard for the Westerlands now, as the Ironborn have struck our home whilst we've been away! We'll only be stopping at sundown, and at the nearest settlement or inn. Anyone that falls behind will be left behind, understood?" When the response came, Tiber turned and snapped the reins on his horse, which shot off to the West, with Wilhelm, Tidus and Astris, as well as the rest of the guards riding behind them, and together the group hurried from the walls of King's Landing on a straight path towards Casterly Rock.


@AnnoDomini


The Ivy Inn, Crownlands.


Rowan Tarly was still trying to come to grips with what had happened the past two days. Almost as soon as he arrived, the entire family prepared for immediate departure a few days after, just as he was about to head out with the next patrol to check the Red Mountains for highwaymen. Orion all but physically grabbed him before he could head out of Horn Hill, and told him of the trip north in order to meet and wed this new bride his father found for him. His brother had been tight-lipped about the event since, and no matter of asking would wrench an answer out of who he was to be married and where they were even going, other than "North." Before he could ask his father though, they were already riding at a brisk pace out of the Reach and by the time they stopped, Rowan had been too tired to care.


Now, two days later, he finally had some decent food in his stomach, much to the enjoyment of everyone. Sure it was no feast at the Red Keep, but it was a good deal better than the dry rations they ate on the road or the slop threw together from whatever ingredients they could find nearby. Only the ladies got decent meals and they even complained about those. Still now that they were out of the weather and such, Rowan relaxed a bit. He sat at the main hall at a table with his father. His younger sister and youngest brother had already retired to their beds along with his mother, and Orion had somehow found a whore to entertain him nearby. So now Rowan nursed a pint of beer while contemplating whether to ask his father or not about their destination and who was waiting there. After a minute of silence, he decided.


"Father, where are we going?"


Helyon looked at him with unreadable eyes and said, "to where your betrothed awaits."


Then a thought hit Rowan. "Father, are we going to Winterfell?" Helyon shook his head and smiled, but Rowan let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.


"Nowhere that far north son, but the Starks are powerful in their own right."


Rowan took another sip of his beer before asking, "then where Father?" Helyon looked at the fire still crackling in the fireplace and sat there for a moment, listening to the flames. Rowan knew better than to press his father and so waited for the answer. Finally his father brought his cup up to his face and downed the rest of its contents before looking at his eldest.


"Riverrun."

 

[TheFordee20]

Pyke, The Iron Islands


"May The Drowned God go with you." He said as Siegfried Harlaw left. Hopefully he goes with me, as well. He looked back at Lordsport. In the distance he could see his castle. "Be safe, Eleri." Conn muttered to himself before someone called for him. "My King." A young sailor said. Conn looked at him. "Are you ready to sail?"


Conn gave him a firm nod. "Aye, I am. Is everything and everyone on board?"


"Yes, my King." The boy confirmed.


Conn clutched the bag he had around his shoulder. It held something precious in it. But not as precious as what his castle held. My daughter. Conn followed the sailor onto 'The Skinned Tail'. A large ship with many a man on board it. His Ironborn bowed and knelt, before they set a sail. Conn held the bag as the galley moved smoothly through the waters.


He couldn't help but smile as his home disappeared into the night.

 

[Mion]

Pyke, The Iron Isles





Siegfried let out a roar full of pride and passion.


"Now let us sail! for the Shield Islands! and for Victory! What is dead may never die!"


The Fleet retorted with just as much enthusiasm.


"But rises again, harder and stronger!"





Siegfrieds fleet depart shortly after Conns fleet in the direction of the Shield Islands, it was not long before Pyke dispersed from view and Siegfried began to taste blood on the tip of his tongue, he was thirsty and by the end of it all he would drink his fill.

 

[Spacing Out]

"Then answer the question again Aera! You are a liar, a bitch, And a red headed whore! How dare you even compare yourself to me! I am better than you'll ever be! I have been compassionate to you though I knew what you have done and you backstab me! You are a bigger enemy to me than the baratheons! At least they have a reason to go against me but you! Because of you ser James is suffering! Because of you, I will never be able to trust you again! Before I would be will to sacrifice everything for you but now ... You're nothing to me."She raised her tone slamming on the table. She took a Deep breath going back to her calm expression. She folded her hands on the table. As she glared at Aera, she continued on in a more intimidated yet soft tone.


"Earlier today I thought about why I should kill you and the reasons were endless. I doubted your loyalty and trust to me. It was to the point where I even considered that you could be the own plotting my death." She took a sip of her wine once more, before adding on. " You're just another bastard,You will put yourself over the needs of others, and so on and so forth. I tried to ignore the facts and find at least one purpose for you but I can't even offer you to a lord since you aren't even a virgin. a woman's reputation could easily be ruined by even sleeping with royalty but you sleeping with a subject? If any of the other houses found out, you would be in shame. Virtue is everything and you knew that but you ignore your responsibilities not only as a princess but as a lady. " She said before pausing a bit adjusting her posture.




"You have no right to even consider yourself as a respectable queen. I have the divine right to rule, Not you. And if it was my choice I would execute you in front the seven kingdoms to show the humiliation and shame you have brought to this family." Her glare softened before looking at her wine.


"However after thinking I did find a reason to not kill you right here and now... Deanna. She would want our family to be united no matter what and I am doing this for her not for your sake." She said showing of her grandiosity towards Aera. She felt superior than her. A feeling she knew was always there when she looked towards her sisters but it was something she didn't accept until now. She looked at James for a while before looking back at her pathetic excuse for a relative."But despite all this... I still love you so. But why I love you I'll never know." She said putting down her wine glass.
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@TheFordee14

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[Huor Spinks]

Arren - Highgarden Courtyard


Arren sighed, a tight look coming upon his face. It was no secret of his disdain for his sister's husband. He honestly thought she deserved better than that. But, it was far too late now. But at least Hallie was still a blessing. If there was one good thing that came out their union, it was Hallie. "I'm glad to hear of that, at least," he said quietly, to Evaleen. He smiled a little. "This castle does get quite lonely at times. But at any rate, I will be glad for your company for as long as you wish to stay. There is much we must talk about. But that can be for later, as I daresay you are all exhausted from your trip from King's Landing. At dinner however," he added, "I wish to hear everything that has transpired at Kings Landing." He left Highgarden rarely enough as it was, and he was always eager for more information about the the surrounding areas. Especially if rumours were true and that war was just around the corner... he would need to know far more than he already did.


He smiled down at Hallie, in response to the bright smile she always wore. She was such a cheerful child, and he was extremely fond of her. He had no children himself, only apprentices whom he treated as his own children at times (one Peridian came to mind). "I am glad of that," he said. "You must tell me more about that at dinner later. If you'll excuse me..." He turned away then, struck suddenly by a coughing fit that he more or less expected by this time. The itching had grown in his throat during his conversation with Hattie, and it was with apologetic reluctance that he excused himself, and turned away from the group. He sighed.


When he had sufficiently recovered, he turned back to the group. "I am fine, thank you for your concern," he said quickly, forestalling the pity he was sure to see on their faces. "I have kept you all here long enough, I think. How negligent of me, when I daresay you are all exhausted from travelling from King's Landing. Rest for now, and I would see you at dinner if you are sufficiently restored by that time." He offered his arm to Evaleen and they began to make their way into the castle.


Arren - Highgarden Corridors


"Father is not present," Arren said quietly to Evaleen as they made their way through the corridors. "I believe he has chosen to remain in King's Landing? Of his own volition?"


@TheFordee14

 

[Elendithas]

Ibbenese Emissaries - King's Landing



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"Awright! hauns aff th' ale, we need it fur th' hurl home!" The presumed leader of the three emissaries sent by the Shadow King said to the two below deck breaking into the reserve of alcohol.


"Well dinnae blame me, 'twas him that cracked th' barrel open, ah juist teuk a swig tae see if 'twas guid fur swallyin!" the second emissary said as he started trying to close up the barrel. The third was kind of just sitting in the back, taking a small hand ax to another barrel. "Dinnae ye tell me whit ah kin 'n' cannae dae! who pat ye in charge!?"


"Th' shadow king ye mawkit bas!"


"Oh" he said as he put the hand-ax down and begun to make his way up top. The sight of King's Landing was nice and the Red Keep was a pretty impressive structure, but all in all it felt... small? The Shadow Palace in its current state had to have been at least the size of the thing they were staring at, and the for the time being it was in ruins, though the restorations so far were very nice. Spruced up the whole Port of Ibben in this particular Emissary's opinion. With the final argument on board settled between the three, they had the crew dock the ship and wait there while they went about to do their business. Of course, few of the crew actually stayed on the ship once they were docked, taking instead to roaming around and gawking at how wildly different the culture of Westeros was to their own, many of which being fooled into paying top dollar for low-quality art which was said to be some of the finest in Westeros. The crew wasn't a bright bunch.


The three emissaries walking about the people of King's Landing in the finest clothing most anyone near them were donning, they received stares of all kind. Some in amazement at their stature, some wondering what they were doing so well dressed, and many showing disgust either because they were morons and thought them to be midgets, or were worldly and hated Ibbenese for looking different. Oddly enough, King's Landing didn't quite seem to be such a friendly place. After a long while of getting lost, getting insulted with words they didn't know, and beating a thief to a pulp, they ended up at the gates to the Red Keep. "Aye laddies! We foun' it!" Said the leading emissary of the pack. Now all they had to do was actually convince the guard and everyone else they were legitimate emissaries. Regardless, they made a request to see the queen or someone who would be able to speak on her behalf such that diplomacy may begin.


@Robyn Banks


(Feel free to reply after the brutal scolding Aera is receiving.)

 

[D3lmoniko]

Gate of the Gods, King's Landing, Crownlands.





Lawsen smiled, clearing his throat. "We always get things done, Lord Tiber." The young pup smiled, flashing a look towards Gendry, nodding towards him. Gendry smiled as well, as Rupert threw away the apple, his eyes on Black Dog. These two had developed a sort-of rivalry.


"What ?!" Lawsen's attitude changed. He was furious. "I will send them to their Drowned God!" Black Dog cleared his throat. "I suggest drowning the captives, and let them float towards the Iron Islands." Lawsen started to calm down, as Fang looked up at him, being worried about his master. "Understood, Lord Tiber."


Lawsen looked towards the incoming people. He recognized Tiber's brother, for whom he felt a sort-of hate for what happened to his brother. Blood is thicker than water after all. But his eyes was caught by the girl dressed as a handmaiden. There was something about her that made Lawsen want to ask Lord Tiber about, but he didn't want to stir something up.


"The dogs ride with you, my Lord!" With that, the Clegane forces marched behind the Lannister party.





@WanderingJester

 

[Hypnos]

Dragonstone, Blackwater Bay, Westeros.


Lord Walder Tully arrived within the hour, The Ruddy Salmon making quick work of the calm waters in the Blackwater Bay, arriving at its destination seamlessly and without issue, something the old Tully was very grateful for, the aches of his leg making sea travel highly unbearable for the him, causing him great pain and discomfort, though he knew there was a long way yet from Dragonstone to Riverrun, if he ever made it back to Riverrun that is. He dismounted from the boat with a slight flourish, glad to be back on dry land, Lord Eddard and his men following closely behind him, the Tully host, which had grown in size since their exit from the capital, Lord Bracken having the foresight to increase his numbers during his visit to Maidenpool, Lord Mooton, (who was his son in law) being happy to oblige, stepping out onto the dry beaches of Dragonstone Isle, a dreary place at the best of times, though when manned by the grim faces of Lord Rory Baratheon's private guard, seemed to have reached an all new low.


"Halt!" Walder called out to the men behind him, gesturing for them to remain upon the beach, allowing only Lord Bracken to follow him up to where Lord Rory stood, his face masking his true emotions behind stone eyes and a courteous smile, bowing deeply before the Baratheon boy despite being twice his age, showing him all the respect he would offer to an old friend, which in a sense they were.


Walder had been around throughout the boys entire life, often visiting Storm's End to meet with Lord Osmund and had grown quite fond of the lad, mayhaps not as fond as he was of Breadon yet the relationship was still present, in fact Lord Osmund would often jape that he nearly named the boy Walder, after the Lord of Riverrun, claiming they were both "Too damned grumpy for their own good" Walder's smile took a more sincere tone for a moment, he cherished every memory he had of the old Lord of Storm's End and when life was at its darkest it was always good to reminisce about times gone by.


"Lord Rory of the House Baratheon" He called out, raising his voice to an imposing volume "I apologies for not offering more notice of my arrival, though I fear I come baring many troubles. Troubles that would be better discussed away from prying ears"

 

[WanderingJester]

Near the Border of the Reach and the Westerlands, the Goldroad, the Reach.


The Lannister and Clegane delegation rode quickly onward, pausing only to stop for meals and at sundown. They had made tremendous progress since leaving King's Landing, covering more than two days worth of the journey with the carriages in one alone. While the servants and the less experienced riders amongst the guards seemed ragged from the constant fast pace, it would still be better than to die at the sword of any pursuers should the Targaryen Queen find out about what had happened too soon. Tiber looked over to Ser Tidus, who checked up on the Baratheon disguised as a servant girl riding with him. The Lionsguard Commander gave him a thumbs up to indicate that all was well, or as well as the circumstances could managed. Even the ever presentable Wilhelm looked haggard by the journey, looking tired with dirt upon his clothing and fatigue in his eyes.


Still they needed to move on, and as Tiber took the last bite of his lunch, a measly portion of jerky with some water and buttered bread, he stood up again, and waved to the guards around him. They too finished their meals and went back to their horses, while some of the servants let out groans and such. However none complained out loud. The lowborns knew that Tiber meant it when he said he would leave anyone too slow behind, and even if they don't know what was going on, they knew with the speed they proceeded that the chances were the Lion of Lannister felt concerned either by pursuers from the city or highwaymen on the roads. If the lowborns were caught by either, their likelihood of survival drops to zero fairly quickly. So they climbed up on their rider's horses, and held on tight as the convoy took off again, westward bound.


Just outside Riverrun's main gates, Riverrun, Riverlands.





The Tarly delegation, though traveling slower than the Lannister/Clegane, still paced itself to arrive within a timely fashion outside House Tullys' seat of power. Specifically, Rowan rode in his armor next to his brother Orion, and the two flanked their father as they waited on the stone bridge that marked the only permanent entryway into and out of the castle, as all the others were guarded by drawbridges. The large gate in front of them held shut still, though unless every soul within the castle was blind and deaf, there would've been no missing the Tarly convoy's arrival. Like the Lannisters when they went to King's Landing, the Tarly's guards numbered around 100. Unlike the Lannisters though, every guard present was a knight, and many were commanders within the Tarly's forces. It wasn't everyday that such an arms forces outside the Tully's came to the door of Riverrun in peace.


With a posture of disinterest almost to the point of apathy, Helyon rode up to the gate with his two oldest children and shouted up to the guards. "I, Helyon Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill, bring word and body as agreed upon by my raven exchange with Lord Walder Tully, to Riverrun. We of House Tarly request that we be admitted entrance, and thus join our two houses in holy matrimony in the eyes of the Crown and the Seven, once our discussion of succession have been settled and the terms of our alliance agreed upon."


@Hypnos @National

 

[Archon]

Dragonstone


Lord Rory Baratheon


Rory's fears were miraculously proved false, as after only an hours wait - the vessel flying the sigil of House Tully appeared through the dense fog that seemed to eternally cling to Dragonstone - for the first time in weeks, a genuine smile crept across the Lord's lips. The Raging Stag was not the most insightful mind in Westeros, and had little grasp of what purpose Lord Walder brought to the miserable rock with him, but Rory was both grateful, and curious for the imminent arrival. Rory studied his armed guards closely, paranoia creeping through. Lord Walder was a man of power, and as such a target. With only a single ship it was evident he was traveling light, even if he did possess a sizable force - Rory's soldiers were for the elderly man's protection, not Rory's.


"Mandon, tighten the guard around the keep." Rory ordered, with the recent outbreak of war in Westeros - and the crowns authority hanging by a thread - it was always best to remain on-guard, Lord Walder could have enemies who would pursue him - even to this cursed rock - furthermore, with the Baratheon fallout with the queen, courtesy of Braedon the Brash, it was plausible to imagine his own life at risk for holding such a name.


It was only minutes after Mandon's departure that the ship docked, revealing Lord Walder in all his crippled, yet legendary glory. The sight took Rory off guard with brief memories of his childhood - it was no secret, he and his father almost despised each other, Braedon had been the favourite since the moment he was born, and that very thought always left a pit of anger in Rory's stomach - though he'd never told the Lord of the Riverlands, Rory always saw him as more of a father than Osmund. Little Rory used to cherish the days when Lord Walder the Red would visit, back then he idolized the Lord. He had been everything Rory wanted to be, and arguably is now. Alas, Osmund's preference for his younger son meant the time Rory spent with Walder was scarce compared to the golden son.


These thoughts let a genuine grin streak across the mans face nonetheless, such respect never vanished (or was it adoration?) even now, Rory did not see a 'mediocre' Lord who merely played his part. He saw a man of incredible intellect, who merely had no taste for the dramatic - and perhaps smartly avoided it.


"My Lord Paramount Walder, it's my pleasure to receive you." Rory commented offering a slight nod of his head, Rory was never one for bowing - even if Walder had to him. Noticing the outfacing circle of soldiers to avoid unwanted trouble, Rory's face grew stern and serious in an instance, he had expected bad news, but hearing the certification of it himself was different. "I expected no less. Come, walk with me to the keep. You can admire the pile of dirt that is Dragonstone's town on the way there." Rory said coldly, such words sounded like a jest; but the Lord meant them with truth. He wasn't one for a 'jest', and whilst walking would take longer - he understood that Lord Tully may be unable to ride effectively with the leg injury, so they had little choice. Keeping pace with the older man - and in turn the surrounding shield-wall keeping their pace with their Lord - the armed party set off to the Keep. Rory would discuss business with Lord Tully in his usual study, if there was one good thing about this miserable rock it was the Keeps defensibility, Walder would be in safe hands.

@Hypnos

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[General_warNpeace]

"Your getting better." Revina stated coldly watching her son practice with Ser Eran with barely hidden disdain. It was no secret that she disliked sword fighting as she saw it as inferior to a battle of the silver tongues. He should be in Winterfell. Even with recent events he would truly blossom there. Instead he is distracted from his studies and out playing with toy sticks. Damn that old man.





Grinning at his mothers praise despite the ice that layered it Adele swung out with his sword as her dodged Eran's strike. His move surprised the knight and sent him tumbling off his feet and into the mud making Adele shout in victory. He may not be a fan of sword fighting either but he did like winning. Shaking his head Eran grinned up at the other boy proudly as Adele helped him to his feet. Ignoring Revina as she left the two went to put their wooden swords away. "You really are getting better you know."


Eran's words made Adele's grin grow bigger. He may not have feelings for the knight, as he knew Eran had for him, but he found the knight was a good teacher when they finally crawled from the sheets. He had learned all of the move's Eran knew already but recently has been training them to perfection. After all some of the move's needed to be revised for his smaller form. He went to respond in kind when the faint sound of wheel's and horse hoofs clattering against pebbles met his ears making him light up with excitement as he recalled the raven announcing his families departure from King's Landing. It would be good to have a full house again even without grandfather. Dropping his sword he ignored Eran's startled shout as he took off into Riverrun through it's many halls and through the doors that led to the path from the gates. Spotting the carriages and horses as they pulled to a stop Adele couldn't resist the rather childish urge to loudly greet them. "WELCOME HOME!"


His greeting was returned swiftly and soon he found himself in his families warm company once more. They gathered by the fireplace that night and stories of their trip to Kings Landing were spoken in whispers within the shadows. The day's passed as the arrival of the Tarly's arrival drew closer. The air grew tense with the continued absence of his Lord grandfather but they all did their best to distract themselves.

 

[Spacing Out]

Ibbenesed Kuvira then slightly bowed. "My queen, Ibbenese Emissaries has arrived to the castlebas requested to speak with you. Kuvira looked towards James soon the guards holding on to him. "Release him. Put him in a chamber in the west wing, tell the servants to tend to him while he heals... There is no need for him to endure this any longer." The guards lifted him up then began to walk out of the room.


Kuvira glared towards Aera. "You will not do this again. You will not conspire against me nor will you ever think about considering yourself on the iron throne again. Or Daenna won't be able to save you from your fate." She said with intimidation. She got up and made her leave. Not even waiting for her sister to respond but before she did , she turned to Sir gale and gave him a quick smile. "Thank you."


Her ladies in waiting soon joined by her side as she continued to walk to the entrance to meet her guest. When she laid eyes on them she smiled politely. "Welcome to King's landing. I hope your trip was pleasant." She found it odd how quickly she could recover from a fallout with her sister but in actuality she's been expecting it all along.
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@Elendithas

 

[Elendithas]

Ibbenese Emissaries - King's Landing

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The leading emissary of the three, who by now was almost behind the other two since they felt it upon themselves to start comparing beard lengths, rose his arms inbetween them and tossed them apart to his sides. "Oi!" one said as he turned to note the presence of presumably the queen standing before them. He quickly went for a bow which somehow ended up being in complete unison with the other two. Apparently they were better emissaries than even they thought they were.


"Her majesty Queen Kuvira the first of the Iron Throne, I presume?" The leading emissary said with his head still bowed respectfully. After another moment, the others and himself rose their heads to continue speaking in less vulnerable positions. "We've been sent by the Shadow King on matters of developing issues you may require assistance with, namely those across the sea. If it is to your liking, perhaps we could discuss this where prying eyes and ears are less abundant." The leading emissary said in a remarkably normal voice for the three. Not a man thus far into their journey has heard the sweet silky smooth Westerosi accent this emissary was capable of producing, for the most part because it was difficult to him and at times physically hurt his throat. Were the other two to speak during the talks, he would serve as their translator so to speak.

 

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Inside River Run,


Benjicott Tully





"Lord Benjicott! The Tarly's have arrived!"


However, the scout's warning wasn't even necessary, as Benjicott already knew that they were coming soon. It was only a few days before that Benjicott himself returned from King's Landing, and now, his new son was just only outside of the drawbridge. The kingdom inside was bustling, the peasants doing some last touch ups on their stables and houses. Children were hunted down and scolded as they were put into place, forced to wait for the Tarly's arrival. The horses themselves were silent, their brown eyes showing that they knew what was behind the drawbridge. Benjicott heard the voice of Helyon, and Benjicott nods at the men manning the drawbride. The drawbridge suddenly starts to lower, the loud groaning of the wood echoing throughout the kingdom, the large piece of wood finally settling down, revealing the two sides to each other. Benjicott was straight faced, his blonde beard and hair rustling in the fair wind, waiting for the Tarly's to cross. However, inside his head, he was analyzing the house that his eldest daughter was about to be wedded to. Helyon's warriors were impressive, and anyone who did not know what was going on would think that the Tarly's were attacking. Benjicott's finest warriors were beside him, and his daughter (you should control her @Hypnos) was right next to him. Benjicott didn't know where his mother was, but he wasn't surprised, as she was one of the only ones who went against this marriage.


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[General_warNpeace]

Tomas


Tomas gladly rode ahead of his cousin and company as they finally left King's Landing. The place stank of shit and piss with whores riddling the streets. His pouch of new coin hardly made up for the trouble the trip. With the attempted assassination on the Queen and her sister he found much time on his hands as he walked through the shadows of King's Landing crossing names off his list. He had long since crossed the last off by the time they were allowed to leave. As Winterfell grew closer the tense mood that had befallen them as they were locked within the city lightened and it was with much laughter that they entered Winterfell and went their own ways. War may be coming but should any army target Winterfell they shall find that on their own land the Northerners are the Kings and the Steel.


Gladly handing his horse over to a stable boy to be fed and watered Tomas departed from his cousin without a word and was soon scaling the walls of Winterfell once more. The only good thing about Kings Landing is that it had plenty of walls and towers to scale. He does not miss the grimy feeling they left on his skin.

 

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Riverrun Entrance Courtyard, Riverrun, Riverlands.





Rowan's head switched from side to side as he took in the Tully's seat of power when they rode in. The castle, though its walls had plants and other greenish things growing on it, gave it more of a rustic, but homely feel than one he had seen from ruins. Its defenses impressed him, to say the least. Two rivers converge on one side to form a tributary to the Trident, so any army attacking will have to split itself into three forces and surround the castle completely, otherwise any of its drawgates could lower to bring in supplies or launch strikes against the foes outside the walls. His eyes then fell to their welcoming committee, as a group of Tullys gathered to meet them ahead.


The tall bearded man must be Benjicott Tully, heir to Riverrun. He had some of his House's warriors with him. Rowan couldn't blame the man. Any presiding Lord of his seat would be well within his worth to come out with some armed guards in the face of the Tarly's company, especially with this many knights of their houses around them. Still Rowan tried not to let the sight discourage him, and saw the woman next to Benjicott. She stood with a head full of fiery hair, beautiful red lips to match, and green eyes that pierced the soul. The expression on her face was at once somehow both passive, but filled with strength. If Rowan wasn't riding on his horse, he would've taken a step back when their eyes connected. Nonetheless, his horse dutifully followed Rowan's father forward, and soon they came up to the Tullys.


Dismounting, Rowan watched as his father walked up to Benjicott and greeted the man. "Hail Benjicott Tully, thank you for your prompt reply and agreement in regards to making this happy occasion a timely one. Do you have some bread and salt so that we may retreat to a more private location to discuss the details of the union?" Rowan barely heard Helyon, as he stood transfixed by the woman in front of him, who studied him with a mild mixture of amusement and a hint of being unimpressed. The young man nearly jumped when Orion clapped him hard on the back, causing him to stumble forward a bit before turning to his laughing brother.


"By the Warrior Rowan! From that look it would seem you've never seen a woman before!" Scowling at his mocking brother, he turned to see that he was needed by his father's side and so walked over to Helyon Tarly's flank, ignoring his brother.


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River run Entrance,


Benjicott Tully





"Helyon Tarly, it is a wonderous sight to see you and your young lads with you. You have both grown so much! Orion, you were only a little boy last time I saw you. And Rowan, you have definitely turned into a strong warrior. We have a feast that has been prepared for your arrival. It must have been a long journey. Hopefully you weren't attacked by any raiders? I have been hearing rumors that more and more of them are beginning to appear. Please, come inside to our hall."


As Benjicott led all the men into the kingdom, the stable boys took the horses of the Tarly's into the stables, where they were to be fed and washed.


As the guards of the Kingdom doors open the doors, Benjicott was silently walking in front of everyone, his general, and most trusted man, Gelald, just beside him, his long sword strapped to his back. After a short walk, the doors to the feast room opens, and the Tully's cheer as they all shuffle in, already beginning to drink and cheer.


While all the commotion was blaring, Benjicott motions Helyon over to a private table for the both of them. As Benjicott sits down, and motions a servant to pull the seat up for Helyon, he winks over to Rowan and his daughter, before turning back to Helyon.


"I do believe we have much to talk about. You may start with whatever you want to get out of the way first."


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[Hypnos]

Dragonstone, Blackwater Bay, Westeros.


Walder followed Lord Rory in silence, the two men making slow progress towards Dragonstone Keep, weighed down not only by Lord Walder's crippled leg, but by prospect of the conversation they were about to have, it was clear from Rory's face that he was troubled by Walder's presence, and he was likely curious about its nature, though he was far too polite to pry him here on the beach, something Walder appreciated greatly, knowing that any man, be they Rory's or his own could be secretly employed by the Master of Whisperers and there was a real chance that they could be reporting his movements back to the crown and Queen Kuvira, who would be very interested to hear of his visit with the young Baratheon, especially since she knew that he had recently found out about their house's treason.


"Not long now M'Lords" called one of Rory's guardsmen, noting their closeness to the great keep of Dragonstone, an architectural wonder, and a place full of history, yet one he knew Lord Rory despised, its lack of fertile lands making it no more than a pile of rocks to the man, yet one that held great importance, its strategic position at the center of Blackwater Bay making it an ideal place to launch an attack from, especially if your target was the red city of King's Landing, the island having prime access to the Black Water Rush and its sister stream, the Trident, making it a hive for naval activity. The island also held another key advantage and the very reason why Lord Walder had docked here instead of the notoriously impenetrable Storm's End, the royal fleet, the greatest navy in Westeros outside of the Arbor in the reach and a deciding factor in all conflicts, its vast size and prowess well known throughout the entire world and under a great admiral such as Rory, or his man, the famed Ser Mandon Seaworth, it could help prevent much bloodshed, especially if the Blackfyre's threats turned out to be a reality.


They made it to the keep without too much delay, Rory's men insuring that they were not approached by the commoners of the isle, and that everyone around kept a safe distance from the two Lords, even the birds and animals avoiding their party, fearing that they may be trampled.


Walder looked over to Rory, the Lord of Dragonstone stoic and resolute, his face reminding Walder of a simpler time, back before Mearyn had taken the boy's father, not that Rory particularly cared, it was no mystery to Walder how the two had felt about each other and he could recall long evenings where Osmund would talk about his frustrations with the lad, how they had so little in common and that he would bring disgrace to the Baratheon name. He had still loved him though, deep down. Osmund Baratheon, had been rash and foolish at times, much like Breadon, preferring quips and jests over speeches and courtesies, something that had turned out to be his downfall, yet he was still a caring man, mayhaps if he could see the man that Rory had become he would have changed his mind about who to designate as his heir, mayhaps if Lord Rory was Lord of the Stormlands there would be no war, alas it was no use dwelling on what could have been, instead he should look to the future.


"I bring tidings from the capital" Walder spoke at last, the two men now comfortably integrated into Rory's study "War is breaking out on all fronts and I fear it is too late for peaceful negotiation, Westeros is crumbling, The Ironborn are running rampant, an assassination has been attempted on Kuvira Targaryen who may or may not be a bastard, and a new enemy is rising in the east, styling himself Blackfyre, I do not need to tell you of the perilous situation that puts the realm into" He paused, taking in a breath "Your brother has declared his intentions to march for the capital, though I fear that his actions are rash, he has lost the element of surprise by declaring his intentions to the realm and I have little doubt that even now the queen is raising the men of the Crownlands to combat this threat. Breadon is young, Breadon is brash, and most of all Breadon is inexperienced, I fear that he shall fall and take many down with him, he is not your father, nor his he you, he needs guidance Rory, a steady hand to stop him from doing something stupid, he needs his brother"


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Riverrun Castle, The Red Fork, Westeros.


Agnes Tully eyed her groom-to-be with a look of bemusement, the young Tully working hard to keep the disappointment out of her eyes, silently studying the Tarly lad for a second, smiling kindly when she noticed him starring. Well he wasn't Ser Ryam Redwyne that was for certain, nor the Dragonknight of House Targaryen, in fact his face could be described as naught but plain and somewhat average looking, mediocre, if not hard to look upon, definitely not the man she had envisioned herself marrying.


"So that's the man you're going to take to bed?" Asked Agnes' sister, the lady Gwenys a smirk on her face "certainly doesn't look your type, you said that you liked strong men, but this one looks half a woman"


"Yeah, Agnes" Chimed in Malissa, equally as smug, "I thought you had your heart set on The Mountain Lion of House Lannister or was it The Iron Falcon of Arryn? compared to them this one is a stick, it looks like you'll be the one carrying the sword in this relationship whilst he cowers behind your skirts"


Agnes scowled, she really hated her sisters sometimes, and they could be awfully cruel, especially where boys were concerned "Don't listen to them dear, they're just being stupid, I'm sure you shall be very happy together" from behind the three girls came the soft voice of their mother, Lady Olenna Mallister, a beautiful woman, though far past her prime and the only one, save for their grandmother, who was off in the castle somewhere dealing with the endless paperwork that came with organizing a wedding, who could talk the girls down "When me and your father first wed I was terribly upset, I wept throughout our entire wedding night, and almost skipped the bedding, I was an embarrassment to my family and almost disgraced my father in front of his liege however, your father sat me down and told me to pull myself together, he told me that he was feeling the same as I did and that he was terrified as well, said that if I didn't want to marry him we could skip the wedding entirely and we could ride off together into the night, not weighed down by responsibilities" Agnes smiled, slightly reassured by her mothers tale, the look of disappointment fading slightly.


"So you're saying I should talk to him?" Olenna nodded, practically pushing her daughter towards the Tarly boy, a proud smile present upon her face. "Well here goes nothing" Agnes muttered to herself, approaching Rowan "My Lord"


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[General_warNpeace]

Adele


That's who Agnes is going to marry? Adele thought with slight disbelief as he glanced at the plain looking man. Now I feel sorry for her. He definitely isn't a sight pleasing to the eye. Hopefully his personality is better or their marriage shall have little love within it. Once the Tarly's were suitably entertained then he slipped away and headed for his mothers room. She wished to speak to him. No doubt this will be entertaining.

 

[Archon]

The walk to the Keep was thankfully, rather uneventful. The guards did their job, and cleared a large path through the commonfolk - who also remained quiet despite the occasional whispers, and gasps. This wasn't King's Landing, and Rory wasn't some careless bastard Queen. His people - no matter how few - knew who their Lord was, and the price for crime no matter how small. Lord Walder's presence was a fickle thing, Rory was a grown man, honed by battle, and wisened by clawing his way to a Lordship, yet the child in him - no matter how small - was now affronted with a relic of worse days, but days of innocence.


Not in a decade had the man contemplated his own family, or considered the bonds between them, but now a tinge of regret - or maybe resentment - pulsed in both brain and body. The Baratheons were no doubt close, and well-loved between one another - only Rory wasn't in that equation. He'd hated his father, but he'd never gained hate for his siblings, even if Rory rightfully believed the Stormlands were his; he never wished ill on his brother for an act of their father. Jealousy was present nonetheless.


The first audible voice since they'd set off from the docks was raised from the front of the party - a guard merely noticing their closeness. Rory remained a mask of stone, he knew the layout of his 'home' like the back of his hand, though sight of the keep came into eyesight; whilst impressive looking, it never failed to cast Rory's mind to thoughts of Storm's End. It was a godsend that it was as brilliant as it is, else Rory would have left the isle long ago - everything but the keep was miserable, useless, and undignified. From the barren lands, to the hopeless town - even after trying to approve the isle with all his recourses, it was still a pile of glorified mud and stone.


Minutes passed; and soon they were within the keep, were Ser Mandon stood just beyond the gate, he had followed Rory's instruction; and the hall was now lined with guards, and Rory recalled spotting the wall's manned with archers. "Ser Mandon, take command of the guarding force; I would have Ser Thrask remain outside my study." Rory ordered firmly, Ser Thrask was his martial, and a skilled warrior. Whilst Rory had no need for a bodyguard, if he had to choose a man to rely on for protection it would be him. Ser Mandon simply nodded, no words were needed with the gravity of this meeting.


Soon however, Lord Paramount Walder Tully found himself standing within Rory's rather empty; yet pleasant study - it was a vacant space - but the dark marble glistened with sunlight, and the walls were decorated with simple candles. It was both glum, and beautiful.


Though the study's appearance was not the focus, the Baratheon assumed his usual stance, leaning upon the marble balcony, and gazing up at the sky. It was then, that Lord Walder Tully revealed his intent for being there; at first, the news was what the man had already known about, the assassination attempt, the bastard Queen, the Ironborn, and the peace of the realm hanging in the balance had been disclosed to Rory by letter hours before - even he had spies in King's Landing, the Lord had led a band of mercenaries - many of which still served him, either as his elite guard, or as spies. Although the revelation of a Blackfyre pretender in the East styling himself King was a surprise, and further reinforced the fact that Westeros was ready to enter a stage of war not seen before.


Of course, Rory had heard of Braedon's foolish action; but hadn't cared all that much, as if his mind hadn't comprehended what that meant. But Walder's voice delivering the news in the tone it did was a wake up call. The words rang true, and a cascade of mixed emotions flooded Rory's stomach, his stone form was no masquerade, but it briefly faltered - as the Baratheon slumped forearm first onto the balcony rail with an audible sigh.


Braedon would lead the Baratheon line to extinction, its armies to death, and the Stormlands to ruin. He would join their father in death, and have the ashes of the Stormlands taken from the Stags.


But that wasn't what concerned Rory the most. Braedon was his brother, his blood - Rory felt a level of anger at Braedon's actions whilst Rory was not even consulted, or even informed by the boy. Yet perhaps the Trout spoke true; he needed guidance.


"He has never needed, nor wanted his brother... He will lead our house to ruin..." Rory muttered sharply, he should be the Lord of the Stormlands - he would have made a far better Lord, no doubt, yet he was not, and as Mandon had told him many times before, he had to accept that. "Why don't you guide his hand? Braedon didn't even have the courtesy to inform me of his decision to march on the capital of Westeros!" Rory snapped in exasperation. The Lord of Dragonstone relaxed himself, and took a few seconds to himself; his face resting in his palms, before he turned to Lord Walder once more, his face a shield once more.


"No, even if we bare no love for one another, I will not sit on this rock whilst my brother leads our family, our House, and thousands of men, to ruin. I will return with you to Storm's End... " Rory answered confidently, straightening himself with purpose.


Oh it was a potentially foolish decision, had he sailed to King's Landing and offered the Queen his services, he'd likely have commanded the Crowns armies and laid waste to the Stormlanders and his brother, in return for his service he would be granted the Stormlands... Instead, he may end up dying alongside his foolish brother, for a foolish cause, in an impossible war...




What am I doing?



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Feast Room, Riverrun, Riverlands.





Rowan followed his father and the visitors made directly for the salt and bread provided for them next to the tables full of food. While technically the guest rights would applied to any food stuffs presented to them in the hall, their father had always been a bit old fashion. Grabbing a piece of bread before dipping it in the salt pile, Rowan shoved the piece of food within his mouth and quickly swallowed the mouthful. He grabbed a pint of beer from a servant nearby and downed the drink while following his father, who had turned to address the other Tully. Rowan also glimpsed several of the womenfolk whispering with each other, no doubt about his adequacy as a husband. He fought off a scowl and ignored them, knowing that if they were soldiers on the marching field he would've challenged them to a duel and proceeded to beat them senseless. The young man felt a shove on his shoulder and found his brother standing there, grinning at him like a fool. "Ah don't worry about the good looks skipping over you to me brother, this handsome face is more of a burden than anything really, always constantly making me check myself before I sire a bunch of bastards. At least you can still kill more bandits than me though."


Rowan shook his head with a smile before mockingly punching his brother in the chest. "I'll take my strength in my sword arm brother, you can have your face as your best attribute Orion. Just remember I can still kick you up and down the marching field in a fight."


Orion rolled his eyes. "Of course brother, how can you ever let me forget?" he said sarcastically, even as they stop by the private table with their father as the discussion began. Helyon Tarly sat down at the table and pulled out a rolled up piece of parchment, before handing it over to Benjicott Tully. The older veteran stared at the Tully son with blank eyes, and said.


"Those are our terms, I trust that they are reasonable and acceptable."


The document:

In the marriage regarding Rowan Tarly and Agnes Tully,


Hereby are the inheritance conditions for their respective children:

• The first son born to Agnes Tarly nee Tully by the seed of Rowan Tarly will take the surname Tully, and will be first in line to inherit the title of Lord Paramount of the Trident, Lord of Riverrun as well as any respective titles within the Riverlands, after Benjicott Tully.
  
• The second son born to Agnes Tarly nee Tully by the seed of Rowan Tarly will take the surname Tarly, and will be first in line to inherit the title of Lord of Horn Hill as well as any respective titles in the Reach, after Rowan Tarly.
  
• The third and fourth sons born to Agnes Tarly nee Tully by the seed of Rowan Tarly will take the surname Tully, and will inherit, in order, the title of Lord Paramount of the Trident, Lord of Riverrun, as well as any respective titles within the Riverlands, should the eldest Tully son prove unable to take up the responsibilities of the titles for whatever reason.
  
• All other sons born to Agnes Tarly nee Tully by the seed of Rowan Tarly after will take the surname Tarly, and will inherit, in order, the title of Lord of Horn Hill as well as any respective titles within the Reach, should the eldest Tarly son prove unable to take up the responsibilities of the titles for whatever reason.
  
• Should all Tarly sons perish due to unforeseen circumstances, the title of Lord of Horn Hill, and all respective titles within the Reach, shall go to the eldest Tully son.
  
• Should all Tully sons perish due to unforeseen circumstances, the title of Lord Paramount of the Trident, Lord of Riverrun, and all respective titles within the Riverlands, shall go to the eldest Tully son.
  
• Should no sons born to Agnes Tarly nee Tully by the seed of Rowan Tarly survive, the titles within the Reach will pass on to Rowan Tarly's brother, Orion Tarly, and the titles within the Riverlands will pass on to Benjicott Tully's brother, Lothar Tully.
  
• Any and all the daughters born to Agnes Tarly nee Tully by the seed of Rowan Tarly will take the surname Tully, and be married off to establish alliances between House Tully and other houses, not House Tarly directly.
  
• While assumed, to remove all doubts from anyone's minds, by agreeing to this marriage, both families swear by their honor to never knowingly bring harm to any child born to Agnes Tarly nee Tully by the seed of Rowan Tarly, lest they incurred the wrath of the Gods upon themselves and their houses.
  

In addition, in regards to the alliance formed between House Tarly and House Tully through this holy matrimony:

• Should any armed conflict concerning House Tully occur, House Tarly will be honor and duty bound to muster as much of its full host in the shortest appropriate time and march to the aid of House Tully, lest they be branded as oathbreakers.
  
• Should any armed conflict concerning House Tarly occur, House Tully will be honor and duty bound to muster as much of its full host in the shortest appropriate time and march to the aid of House Tarly, lest they be branded as oathbreakers.
  
• This extends to not only providing additional swords and spears to assist in the conflict, but also knowledge of the enemy and friends, supply routes and convoys as well as possible allies and bannermen under either respective houses.
  

Rowan read the contract briefly, even as it passed from his father's hand to Benjicott Tully's. It would seemed that he would have only one son bear his name in the future, and none of his daughters. The young man didn't know how to feel about that. On one hand he felt a certain gut twisting feeling any young man would when thinking about his children, as well as the woman who would carry them. On the other a sense of surprise as he had thought that it would be up to him to continue the Tarly line, only to find now that there's a large likelihood that the Lord of Horn Hill in the future will go to a Tully, and why his father would agree to something of the sort. Just as he pondered these thoughts, he heard a gentle greeting to his side. The young man turned only to see the woman from before mere steps away from him.


Rowan's breath caught in his lungs, and he panicked for a moment. Then, remembering the lessons in battle that he had been taught when he was still young ("don't panic, you'll only die faster") the Tarly heir composed himself and took one of Agnes Tully's hand, before brushing the back of it briefly with his lips. Releasing it, he stood back up and said. "No lord yet my lady, but perhaps I'll make a proper one with you in my arms." Where in the Seven Hells did that come from? Rowan could feel Orion's incredulous stare bore into his back. Still, riding on whatever had come over him, Rowan decided to not question it and press his advantage. "I see the tales of your beauty are true. I pity myself for missing your presence during our Queen's coronation now, for I may now confirm the tales men tell that the fairest maiden in the land resides in Riverrun."


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River run, Benjicott Tully





Benjicott gently takes the parchment, rolling it down and carefully reading each word, his crystal blue eyes intently furrowing as he reads, reading it over again, and once more, to make sure he didn't miss any specific detailing. His left eyebrow raises up, before rolling up the parchment and handing it back to Helyon.


"It all seems perfectly alright with me. However, it seems you would only claim one son in the name of Tarly. I want to say this to make sure that is what you want."


While many others would have probably just agreed to the contract , Benjicott was a man of honor and truth. And also, the Tarly's were kind enough to have the eldest son a Tully. Benjicott really liked the Tarly's, and he didn't want to feel like this was unfair.


Benjicott steals a glance over to his daughter, Agne, and her sisters who were of course insulting Agne's future husband. He snaps his fingers to get the sisters attention, furrowing his eyebrows and giving them a stern stare before looking back at Helyon.


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