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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Ravenna Stark, Sparring Room



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Ravenna raised an eyebrow as the girl dropped her sword, but seeing the quick change of balance told the Northerner that the girl was going to make some sort of move. The Targaryen used Ravenna's arm for balance and swung herself up towards Ravenna's face. However, Ravenna was not idle as the princess went into her series of gymnastics. As soon as she had caught Ravenna's elbow, she was already yanking it back, bringing her wooden sword to bare as she shifted her weight, thrusting herself forwards, hoping to throw the Targaryen Princess off balance.

 

[TheAncientCelt]

Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands.





The courtyard was crowded with the arriving lords, both high and low. From his place further down the courtyard, Vladan had a hard time identifying many of them. The Tyrell's and Stark's seemed to enter into some minor conflict earlier, the Grand Maester was sure to remember. The She-Bear took offense to a jape that a Tyrell croney made. 'A prickly lot, us Northerners.' It brought a ghost of a smile to his crooked lips to see the Apple of Fossoway stutter dumbfounded in front of the mangled woman. It unnerved the Maester only slightly that Lord Stark and Lady Stark were absent, they were supposedly close to the late Osmund Baratheon. He grunted, craning his neck, peaking about the crowds in some hope of finding them. With no avail, the Grand Maester relented. 'I'll send a raven to Winterfell later, if Maester Allister is still alive he'll tell me what dangers await us in the North.'


As the parade of nobles continued, Vladan was having an increasingly more difficult time finding the houses that matter. 'Martells, Tully's, Arryn's, all of them seem absent. Perhaps just lingering on the road? If the Gods are good my eyes are just failing me and they are pledging their loyalty to Kuvira.' He thought, worried it were not the case. The eldest daughter of the late Maeryn's was a sweet girl, and the Grand Maester wished for her rule to be long and prosperous. 'If not for these parasites all around me, it might be so.'


The Grand Maester was surprised when he caught sight of the Stag's of Storm's End. The old man was confident they would sooner rise for vengeance then bend their knees to Kuvira. 'They still might. Their's is the Fury, one mustn't forget.' An ounce of worry ran through him. 'No. What fool attempts to kill a queen at their own coronation?' Still, the Bolton kept his eyes trained on Braedon Baratheon. An urgent need to speak with Lord Baratheon filled the Grand Maester, enough so that he placed his chalice of Dornish Red on a railing and stepped forward . He was moving further into the growing crowd, Vladan forced a smile for many of the guests. Polite questions were asked and answered, with the Grand Maester never lingering too long on any individual. The Grand Maester was prepared to clear the rest of the distance when another voice beckoned his attention. It was a young man who went so far as to bow before him. That amused Vladan well enough, forcing another crooked smile to his lips.


"Grand Maester Vladan? Rowan Tarly." Vladan was ready to wave the youth off before he introduced himself. The Tarly's were some of the best warriors in The Reach, with the current head of the house holding a keen knowledge of warfare and a sharp tactician."I'm a big fan of your work, especially your treaties about improved law and order due to the presence of a standing army in Men Wrapped in Iron. Do you have a moment?" Vladan's icy blue orbs lit at the chance to discuss his findings, albeit the Grand Maester found himself disappointed as well. 'No one ever wants to comment on the Unsullied. I went as far as Pentos to research them too.' "I would love to get your advice on some things of the martial nature personally." The Tarly finished, looking back at him.


"A pleasure to meet you, Lord Tarly." Vladan said sincerely. "Do you always attend coronations to ask advice on warfare? A queer purpose." Vladan straighted his back, eyes shifting to the last place he saw Braedon the Stag at. "Very well, I can give you some of my time. But my place is at the side of Queen Kuvira, if we may skip trivial questions you may have, that would be appreciated."


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[WanderingJester]

Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands.


Tiber nodded in understanding. "I'm sure she will find an acceptable match. There are seven kingdoms filled with eligible young men after all. Do you personally have a preference as to whose name she'll be taking later?" Taking a sip of his Arbor Red, Tiber changed the course of the conversation. "How are the Rose's swords and spears if you don't mind me asking? I've had reports of some trouble with highwaymen lately in the Red Mountains. Do you need funding for the additional expeditions and patrols?"


Over with the ladies, Leanne smiled to Brynn in thanks. "I shall take the expert's advice then. Roses and Lilies it is. Thank you for your prompt response by the way. The septas don't teach you how much work and how tiring it is to plan a wedding, especially a large one like this." She saw Eddard Bracken a few paces away and continued. "We shall look forward to welcoming you and your lovely family to Casterly Rock Lady Brynn. If you'll excuse me, I see my impatient uncle has need for my attention." With that she curtsied to the lady and placed an hand on her betrothed's arm, indicating the need to move on.


After listening to Hollis Tyrell's answer, Tiber smiled. "Thank you for your time Lord Hollis, I do wish you a pleasant journey back to Highgarden if we don't get a chance to talk again and Leanne and I will certainly look for you at the ceremony." He bowed and the couple excused themselves before heading towards the Tully party.


Leanne leaned towards Tiber's ears and said, "get a flagon of apple cider for grand uncle. It's his favorite outside of strong ale." With that she broke off from Tiber's arm as she made her way to the head of House Bracken, while Tiber smiled at the tactful woman and admired the view of her rear, before grabbing two large cups of apple cider and walking over to where Lord Walder Tully sat.


"Lord Walder of Riverrun, may I join you?" the young man smiled as he held a cup of cider in each hand.


@Hypnos


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At the Grand Maester's words, Rowan again shifted nervously despite what composure he had. Idiot! Did he honestly thought that the Grand Maester had time to talk to some silly little heir of a minor house like him? Still the man was here, might as well ask what questions Rowan had while he could. "Y-yes, well, I... do not attend these kinds of things often, and so wouldn't really know of what to talk about. I am familiar with the subject of warfare though, and it is not often one can find themselves in an expert's presence. If you would: What is your position on dealing with an opponent with an unassailable position, like the Neck for the North or the Vale? Both are self sustainable that they couldn't be starved out by a prolonged siege, and to attack them traditionally would cause catastrophic losses to the invaders."


Rowan's eyes flickered to the side, and glimpsed no sign of his parents. Ah good, if Vladan embarrassed him here Rowan would hopefully get a few days to prepare before word reached his father and he gets another stern reprimand. Again.


@TheAncientCenturion

 

[Hypnos]

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros.


Walder looked up from his cup with a start, slightly unnerved by the sudden appearance of Lord Tiber Lannister, though he was quick to regain his composure, offering thanks for the cider which he took delicately, taking a large gulp so as not to seem discourteous before placing it gently upon the oaken table, careful not to spill any upon the fine black table cloth, ornately stitched with hundreds of crimson dragons, a beautiful piece, though slightly disheartening to Walder as it reminded him of the nature of his stay here in the capital something that would have put a frown upon his lips did he not have company.


"Of Lord Tiber take a seat" He answered the Lannister with a smile that matched the one he had been given, though his eyes told an entirely different story, displaying the elderly lord's many woes telling of the reservations the Tully held. It wasn't that he disliked Lord Tiber, on contrary they had seldom met and from what he had seen of the man he was an amiable Lord and one to be looked up to rather than down upon, however it was the Lannister's intentions that gave him fear, he had seen him talking with Lord Hallis Tyrell and he had no doubt been speaking to the other Lords Paramount as well, likely in an attempt to gauge not just their strength, but their loyalty to the crown, important information when war was looming ever closer.


"I do not think I have yet congratulated you on your marriage my Lord, nor have I my niece, I assure you that House Tully shall be in attendance for your big day as shall the Lords of the Trident, family is an important thing as my House often says and I am happy to welcome you to mine" His words were warm and truthful, family was very important to Lord Walder Tully and he knew that blood was thicker than water when it came to friendship. "I apologise for not speaking these words sooner, though I fear that I am in fit state to travel" he gestured lamely to his wooden stick, carved into the shape of the leaping trout.


@WanderingJester

 

[TheAncientCelt]

Vladan's smiled grew at the question and his arms folded over one another in front of his stomach. "Planning to attack the Arryn's or Reeds? I feel compelled to warn them that Rowan Tarly comes with Heartsbane in hand." Rowan seemed nervous to the Grand Maester, but that wasn't entirely unexpected. The man assumed Tarly was new to these gatherings. "It's an interesting question you've asked me. Warlords from the First Men to the Andals have posed it, and yet both the Vale of Arryn and Neck rarely have been crossed. One could write a book on it. Hrm, I just might." The Grand Maester paused, looking over at the growing crowd around them.


"If you want a full answer, meet me after this ceremony. But battles are often won with not sword and shield on a field of battle, but pen and paper in a tent. If one attacks The Vale, he must split his forces, attack from angles unseen. Win a grand battle and bring your foe to the table." The former Bolton hummed thoughtfully after that, sounding more like a hog than man. "Over simplified, but the Andals won the Vale through attacking it by sea. There's merit in that strategy as well. The Neck is tricky, it would be best to ignore it all together. But I'd advise a similar strategy, though abandon heavy armor. Lizard lions and the crannogmen will kill you with or without it, the metal will only slow your pace. Over simplified again, but hours could be spent discussing the ways to attack such locations. Without hypothetical numbers on each side, the season, or even if recent harvest went well, it's impossible to decisively lay down a strategy."


His Winter eyes focused back in on Rowan. "What would you do, Lord Tarly?" He asked, sounding amused.


@WanderingJester

 

[General_warNpeace]

Deanna: The Red Keep, Sparring Room


Deanna's eyes widened as she felt Starks body shift through the muscles in her arm. She barely had time to leg go and allow herself to fall when the tip of Stark's wooden sword met with her side letting out a sound that was a weird mix of a yelp and a growl she was sent flying through the air with the impact. Curling in on herself as she hit the ground to break the fall Deanna rolled quickly back onto her feet and striked. Using the fact that she was faster she dunked in close, to close to use a sword, and bringing her arm back swung her fist into the Stark's face. Hoping to have the advantage of surprise on her side from her quick movements.

 

[WanderingJester]

Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands.





Tiber Lannister's smile never even wavered as he spotted the calculations flashed behind the Riverlord's eyes. Instead the Lion graciously bowed as he accepted the offer to join the older man at the table. Sitting down, he opted to gaze out at the crowds without actually seeing anyone, seemingly lost in thoughts for a moment before turning back to Walder Tully. "You snatch the question off my tongue and answered it before I could even ask Lord Walder. Leanne would be delighted to hear that, thank you. I, too, extend my gratitude for your warm welcome, and humbly accept the offer as a place in your household." Tiber was sure most would scoff at his words. A Lannister humble?


Still he shook head and continued. "No need for apologies Lord Tully, as you have done no wrong and as you say, we will soon be family." The young man turned and looked intently into Walder Tully's eyes, conveying in them something to the older man that others would miss in his exterior. "After all, there should be no debt between family, should there?" He waited a moment, before settling back in his seat and observing the crowd once more, the practiced cheer returning to his eyes. Tiber's gaze rested upon Leanne, who talked animatedly with her uncle. When he spoke again, his tone was soft, but more sober and serious.


"Dark clouds are gathering in the Seven Kingdoms Lord Tully. If a young whelp like myself can see them, I would not insult your intelligence by pretending it doesn't exist or that you know them not." He lifted the cup of cool cider to his lips, and took a generous mouthful. "Tell me my Lord, how does Riverrun prepare for rain?"


@Hypnos


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Rowan hung to Vladan's every word as the Grand Maester spoke them. He gave a weak smile when the older man joked about House Tarly attacking the Bog Men or the Arryns, but otherwise took mental notes as to what the experience man said. When Vladan turned the question to Rowan, the nervousness faded, as the heir took serious thoughts to it. It was often like this with the Fair Tarly when the subject of a conversation became martial in nature. His thoughts on the topic would drown out his feelings and logic would take over. After giving a few seconds of thoughts, his eyes rose to meet the cold blue eyes of the Grand Maester, now focused and steeled.


"When we hunted the bandits in the Red Mountains we often had root them out from very entrenched positions with height advantage. They would set themselves up so that anyone reaching them had to pass through one narrow pathway via conventional means, all the while they could shoot arrows or throw rocks on the attackers. My men and I would often use climbing gear to get to them from the rear or the side, some direction unexpected. With the proper tools even sheer cliff faces could be scaled, though not in heavy or even medium armor. It might take an extra day or two to get into position, but casualties would be lighter than if we rushed them from the front. For the Vale I would propose a larger version of such plan. Split an army off into splinters then get into position and strike from every direction at once. I would also try to turn the Mountain Claws that have warred with the Arryns to my side, or at the very least strike at the Arryns before my own attack and cause as much chaos as possible beforehand." He paused, taking in and organizing his thoughts before continuing.


"With most armies that attack the Neck, they tend to be after the North as their ultimate objective. If that is the case for me, then I would avoid the swamps all together like you said. Even if the attack is delayed during the construction of a transport fleet, it's preferable to being eaten by lizard lions or poisoned by the wildlife there. It will also open up the option to land in several different places on the Northern Shores, confusing and splitting possible defenders. If the objective was to take the Neck itself, then it becomes tremendously more difficult. I would bring in the Marsh Lords of the Stormlands to guard workers while they drain the swamps in piecemeal. It will no doubt take years if not longer, but without an exact location of the Reed's seat of power, there is no other viable method to reach them." Rowan took a deep breath before looking at the Grand Maester again.


"That is how I would deal with such a situation, at least in regards to those two defenses."


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[Hypnos]

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros.


"Much as it always has my Lord of Lannister" Replied Walder gruffly, a hint of apprehension spicing his words "With staunch defences, helpful friends and the optimism to hope that none of it will be required" Walder took another sip of the apple cider, clearly deep in thought, it was as he feared, if the Lannister was talking so openly of the coming conflict then the situation was as dire as he had dreaded, he turned his gaze to the side, his bright blue eyes finding those of his eldest granddaughter, Lady Agnes, who was deep in conversation with a Lord from the reach, laughing loudly at some jape or another, he couldn't stand the thought of losing them: his family, having them subjected to the hardships of war, murdered or taken prisoner by some lowlife halfwit, who merely wanted to place his fat ass on some fancy chair, his thoughts returned to Riverrun, to his wife Barba and their grandchildren, to little Otho and his swordplay, to Barba Jr smiling happily, even Adele, with whom he had, had a disagreement, he loved them all dearly and he wouldn't let war take them away from him, peace was all he wanted though it seemed it was slipping through his fingers as if it were sand.


"What of Casterly Rock?" Walder said, returning his mind to the conversation, his eyes making their way back to Lord Tiber Lannister "Do you mean to pile up the sandbags and hope to not be washed away, or does the House of Lannister prefer to put out rain collectors and prosper from the source of others despair" It was a simple enough question, though the meaning was clear, the coffers of Casterly Rock were the fullest in the lands, some of which could be attributed to the vast mining network beneath the castle, though the majority of which was sourced from the cunning of its ruling family, wars could be very profitable for some, especially those with a mind for business. "Let us just hope that we will not have to worry about such things, grey clouds can be deceiving and some times what looks like a storm could merely be a deception" The Lord of Riverrun frowned deeply.


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[TheFordee20]

The Red Keep, King's Landing


People sat and the sun begun setting. The coronation was about to begin, Aerea knew. Lanterns were lit by servants, and guests who had wandered out of the courtyard earlier were now re-arriving and sitting in their seats.


High Septon Warrick has appeared in-front of the canopied center, in-front of Kuvira's chair. He, and some silent sisters spread incense.


The entire courtyard had begun quieting down. No one said a word. Kuvira sat there, her eyes locked onto the incense. Aerea wondered what she was thinking about. Aerea than decided that she didn't really care.


"Wine?" A servant girl whispered in Aerea's right ear. "Yes, please." Aerea replied, her voice drowned out by High Septon Warrick's chants to The Seven.


A few people had struck up conversations in the midst of the blessing. It wasn't really much of an important part of the coronation- just a tradition of every Targaryen crowning.


Aerea noticed more people flocking to the courtyard and claiming their empty seats. But she couldn't find her sister. Where is Daenna? Is she still playing swords with that humongous Stark woman?


Aerea raised her neck to see if her sister was behind any crowd of people- but she couldn't see her.


"Anything else, my princess?" The servant girl asked, quietly. Yes, please shut up. Aerea tilted her head around to look at the girl. She stood there, like an idiot, a cloth blouse on her chest and a flagon of wine in her hands.


You don't look Westerosi.


"No, I am quite alright." Aerea finally responded as she waved her hand- signalling that the servant girl should go away.


"And we, most of all, thank The Father- who watches over us on this very special day."


High Septon Warrick wailed on. How can The Father declare the day where a bitch gets her crown- a special one?


Aerea picked up her cup and started a sip, but she got a dirty look from some elderly woman wearing the sigil of House Arryn. So she placed the cup back down on the platter beside her seat, leaving it untouched.


More an' more people entered the courtyard, causing commotion. Gods, someone should flog their mothers for teaching them to have such horrible punctuality.





Finally, The High Septon had finished. He rang a small bell, and a handful of people in the courtyard clapped. He knelt before Kuvira and praised her.


"You shall be a most honorable and wise Queen, your grace!" High Septon Warrick bellowed, all his chins wiggled as the words left his fat lips.

More clapping.

"May The Gods give you each of their own attributes, your grace. May they cast their light upon'st you until your very last day on this world." He preached on.

More clapping.

"I wish you the very best in your coming years. And I pray that your reign be long, and prosperous."

More clapping

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Aerea's blood was boiling. She wanted to do so many things to this obese beast of a man. I will get a guard to burn him like incense--


Aerea's train of thought came to an end when The High Septon took a seat and almost the entire courtyard broke into... more clapping.


"Now, we will serve cheeses and cold meats. Please have your fill before the coronation begins and we place the crown upon our majesty's head." A crier informed everyone in an energetic voice.


Dozens of servants came out with large platters and plates filled with all kinds of cheeses, and all kinds of meats. A platter was placed in-front of her and Kuvira. Kuvira quickly grabbed a piece of cheese of which Aerea had her eye on.


Bitch.


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"That was pleasant." Eveleen said as the servings of food were put out. A platter was placed on the table she sat at and she picked up a small piece of cheese with her fingers, before placing it in her mouth.


"Aye. It was." Ser Erik said, stupidly. Eveleen sipped on some wine and looked through the crowd to see if she could see the soon-to-be Queen herself. But, alas, she couldn't. The courtyard was more full than it had been a while ago.


Is every man, woman, and child in The Seven Kingdoms here? It seems like it.





"I cannot wait to go up and meet The Queen, mother!" Hallie squealed, gleefully. Eveleen smiled at her.


"Now Hallie, you cannot have a conversation with her. You just go up, with us, curtsy- and that is that." Eveleen said carefully. Hallie looked a little bit disappointed as she nodded in response.


The courtyard became alive with talk and laughter once more. A juggler was going around on stilted shoes, and Hallie laughed at him. Eveleen smiled wider. When her daughter was happy, she was happy.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Ravenna Stark, Sparring Room



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Ravenna grunted, a satisfied grin crossing her face as the Targaryen fell to the ground. She turned, chuckling. "Alright now princess, ye put up a fight. I've got to go to the corin-" she paused as the princess hurled herself forward, quickly closing in before the Stark could raise her defenses. The princess swung her fist upwards towards the Stark's face, slamming against her chin. She grunted in pain, taking a step back, a bruise beginning to form on her skin. She chuckled, "Shit thing ye weren't stronger, or else ye would've done some damage, Princess," she chuckled, dropping the practice sword and moving to pick up her bardiche again. "I'll give ye the win, now c'mon, we got a corrination to watch," she grumbled, leaving the room, moving quickly through the Red Keep's halls in a desperate hope she hadn't missed the corronation ceremony


Eventually, she wound up dead-center in the midst of the after-party, feeling rather dissapointed with herself. "Fuckin' shit," she cursed under her breath, slapping her palm against her forehead, muttering a few more obscenities as she realized she had missed the coronation entirely. "No fuckin' matter," she muttered to herself, wandering about, looking for someone to speak with. "No one could've noticed I was gone anyways," she mumbled, before spotting that Tyrell girl from earlier. She made her way over, accidently shoving past some fat old Stormlord in the process. "Greetin's Tyrells," she said to the Tyrell girl, and the other Tyrells seated near her. It'd seem that they clumped together those Tyrells, quite unlike the Starks. Speaking of Starks, where the fuck has Timos gone anyhow.. she thought to herself, frowning slightly. She knew that the Tyrells were infamous for their sort of noble squabbling, and all those obnoxious formalities, and figured she'd atleast try as she adressed them. "So uh... I... uh.. heard the Reach is beautiful this time of year.... is it?" she asked, face twisted with the awkwardness of her speech, as she let out an embarassed sigh. "Fuckin' ell I couldn't give a cabbage the proper formalities," he muttered under her breath.


@TheFordee14

 

[General_warNpeace]

Deanna: The Red Keep, Court Yard


Deanna felt victorious when her fist hit the Stark's face though it didn't do much damage and couldn't even be disappointed when Stark ended the fight early. Nodding she grabbed her rapier where it leaned against the wall and strapped it on before following Stark. She didn't bother to change as she didn't want to miss any more of the party and risk angering her sister's more then they likely were. I didn't realize how long we were fighting. I hope they aren't to angry. She thought regretfully as she entered the court yard. Ignoring the looks her appearance received she took her place beside her sisters with an apologetic smile. "I'm terribly sorry I'm late my dear sisters. I lost track of the time. Please accept my apologies my Queen sister and Princess sister."

 

[General_warNpeace]

Timos: The Red Keep, The Court Yard


Timos politely clapped during the Queen's crowning ceremony before returning his attention to the servant he was speaking to. A young woman with a thick accent who he find himself enjoying the company of as they shared stories of Essos. Seeing his cousin finally return from within the castle he watched her approach the Tyrell's bemused. She seemed to be attempting to speak to the Tyrell's. She never was good with formalities.

 

[TheAncientCelt]

Grand Maester Vladan - Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands.

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Vladan nodded as the Tarly heir recounted his tale, his face twisting into an ugly visage of approval once Rowan states he scaled the Red Mountains of Dorne. 'The lad has yet to have the fear of death put into him. Though maybe that's for the better.' The Grand Maester listened intently throughout the duration of Rowan's strategy, mostly entertained by the idea of scaling the different peaks. 'A valiant strategy, but one might find himself short a train of supplies.' The man was confident that if the Tarly boy ever attempted such a feat and managed to capture the Vale or the Eyrie, he'd go down in legend alongside Lann the Clever or Bran the Builder. 'Daemon Blackfyre the Second, if he fails.'


"Bold strategy." The maester spoke, though largely muffled by the noises by them. "If it were not for the impracticality of demanding armies of men to climb and hike over mountains. I fear any petty brigade wouldn't be up to such a task. You also run the risk of inviting the Hill Tribes into the conflict, don't they dwell near the mountains? Turning them is no easy task, the wildlings bow and kneel before no Andal lord. You would be working aside a force that could betray you over trivial matters. Such as whose prized goat is grander." It was clear that the man had little love for the mountain clans, and the free folk beyond the Wall, it sounded like. Vladan looked over Tarly with a scrutinizing glare.


The Grand maester allowed a short silence to fall, albeit the noises of everyone else around them kept a steady commotion. 'The Queen's crowning must be soon, I must'nt be late for that.' The second strategy that Rowan proposed was safe, ideal, on paper. It was far from something many had tried before, though for good reason. "As for the draining of the swamps. . Impractical, impossible. You'd sooner melt The Wall with a torch than drain the marshes. Who is going to be digging the canals, leading the waters away? Your soldiers? You then have tired men who likely are prone to being attacked by the crannogmen. Your Stormlanders might defend them, but even so they would be in a number so great that it would be easier to storm the Neck." The Maester spoke swiftly, loudly, his voice dry and condescending. "A word for the wise, Lord Tarly, if it takes more then four years to win a war, the war may not be worth winning. Resources and coffers drain. Men grow tired of battle and sleeping on the dirt and miss the warmth of wives and women. I theorize a third of your army would abandon your cause if you had them draining lakes for two years, and then still have to fight the Reeds."


Inhaling sharply and turning his back to Rowan, for just a moment, The Grand Maester studied the crowd. Their growing energy and anticipation as more filtered into the court yard. A handful of taller men prevented Vladan from truly spotting her grace. "I must be off, Lord Tarly. Take my words not as indignant comments from an old man." The crooked smile returned. "If the need arises for her grace to make war, Gods we hold dear she doesn't, I'll first speak kindly of you." With a nod, the Maester turned to his left and pushed a rather small lord, quite possibly from the Stormlands, to the side. The nudge was accidental, but Vladan had no time to apologize. The incense filled his nostrils, the ceremony was beginning. The Grand Maester was to be present, it was expected of the man. Many others found themselves moved aside by the narrow shouldered man, his icy blue eyes set on Kuvira no more then twenty feet before him now. Another couple of seconds and the elderly man would of been at the place befitting a Grand Maester.


"My Lord, a message arrived. ." The Bolton felt a tug on his brown robe. Instinctively turning, Vladan was greeted with the sight of his own steward, a boy with strong ties to House Stokeworth. He had a rounded face and mud colored hair, with only the beginnings of whiskers growing on his cheeks.


"What is it, Olly?" He demanded quickly, on the verge of moving again.


"A raven arrived just this morn, I thought not to check the letter, I did. But the seal was. . " The steward swallowed hard. "T'was a dragon, my lord. O' House Tagaryen." The boy presented the letter, luckily with the seal intact still.


"A dragon? All the dragons are gathered here." The Maester snatched it from the boy before glancing at the wax seal binding the edges of the parchment together. 'The three headed dragon of House Targaryen, Olly wasn't mistaken.' "Be on your way now, I'll make sure her grace sees this." It would be well in his place to break the seal and read the message now, but the maester was confident the contents weren't important.


"As you say, My Lord." The steward rushed off, not without a sour look of disappointment however. As a lordling himself he had taken it as a slight to be ordered as the ravens keeper today. Yet someone had to watch over the task, as Vladan and many other more qualified men would be entertaining the arriving guests. 'The boy will think nothing of it in a weeks time.' He brushed off any lingering thoughts of Olly and looked down at the letter. 'There are tales of Aerion Brightflame's descendants lingering in Essos, but it would be queer to hear of them now after near eighty years of nothing. The Black Dragons seemed to have accepted their exile after their last defeat. It's doubtful to be them.' The Grand Maester strode forward, getting as close to the ceremony as he could. He clutched the letter closely in his fist, 'Whoever it's from has no right to bear the Targaryen standard, a punishment is in order for their audacity.' The maester's lips curled into a smile as the High Septon spoke, 'Long live the queen.'


@WanderingJester

 

[Spacing Out]

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Queen Kuvira

Kuvira approached the priest with confidence when he called upon her. Not looking at everyone else but him as if he was the only one in the premise. The only one that mattered. Though she still took glances at the crown as she did. She knelt before the priest as she said his ceremonial words before placing the crown in her head. She held her breath when she felt the crown, raising up, looking at her subjects with a satified smirk she wanted to conceal. 'The countdown is over Kuvira, Long may you reign.'


She soon walked to the throne and sat down, taking a slice of cheese as she did. Unaware that area wanted it first. She turned to her saying."Yes I assume that they do not care for their house as much as they should. The baratheon arriving isn't quite surprising since they don't want to relive their leaders execution." She said in a monotone manner. She looked around once more. She couldn't let the attention she received cloud her judgment. Some of her enemies were in the room and she had to signal out who they were in specific, The Baratheons or the ones she held dear. It was her obligation.


When Daenna arrived Kuvira felt a wave of frustration that she hid with a smile. "Yes I know with Sparring,how was that anyways? Did you bet the stark Warrior?' She asked seemily interested.Daenna still acted childish, thinking everything would go away with an apology. Missing her coronation ceremony, just to have some duel. She wondered here her priorities lay or if she had priorities at all.
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@TheFordee14


@Crimson smile

 

[General_warNpeace]

Deanna: The Red Keep, Court yard


"I landed the last hit. However, we cut it short when we realized how much time had passed." Deanna smiled apologetically though noticed the slight tension her sister held and knew she was not truly forgiven. Feeling regretful that she had missed such a large ceremony she made a promise to herself that she would find a way to make it up to her sister. Hopefully before the day was over. "How about later I arrange for an archery challenge to be held later on today? "

 

[TheFordee20]

The Red Keep, King's Landing


Aerea did her best to hold her eyes open as her crown was placed upon Kuvira's head. After, everyone went back to drinking, eating, and talking. I need to get out of here. Aerea was about to stand up, but Daenna had appeared.


She started blabbering about her play fight with Giant Stark.


"You had us worried, little sister." Aerea managed to put in- as Daenna continued talking.


Aerea grabbed her cup o' wine and put it to her lips.


"My QUEEN!"


Ser Gale Corbray, commander, and his Kingsguard all appeared in-front of the canopy. They all knelt and pledged their allegiance to Kuvira. "We will serve you, like we did you father." Ser Gale said, courteously. So hopefully you fail to serve my sister as well. Aerea put her drink down, again leaving it untouched.


Ser Gale unsheathed his sword and pointed it to Kuvira. "My sword is yours, your grace."


James Thorne and Varic Celtigar came up, and did the same. Ser James locked eyes with Aerea as he unsheathed his sword. Aerea looked away. She had always been fond of him, and now he was swearing to protect her biggest enemy in all of Westeros.


Ser Aidan Stark approached next. He was big and brute-ish, like all Northerners. "You 'ave my sword, yer' grace." He said as he knelt and placed his sword high.


Ser Rodrik Myatt was next. He took off bronze his helm and shook his dirty blonde hair. He then knelt and took out his sword, which had an odd handle to it. "My queen..." He began. His words were so polite that Aerea wanted to gut herself.


Aerea needed a bit of red. But, it would be seen as 'improper' to drink at a time like this. Especially when she was a princess.


"I pledge my sword too you, your grace." Ser Kristoph Upcliff spoke strongly. "And mine as well." Ser Warren Whent, a frail but frightening man, said.


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Filicity turned her stare away from the canopy covering The Queen. "You." She almost gasped as she laid her eyes on the woman who had made Adair almost piss himself earlier.


"The Reach is beautiful this time of year, I assure you." Filicity droned. She had forgotten how many times she had commented on The Reach's beauty this past night. Filicity looked at her brother, Darrin, who had an uncomfortable look on his face.


"And how about The North, Lady Stark?" Filicity asked as she offered the woman an empty seat beside her.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Ravenna Stark, Grand Hall



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Ravenna took the seat with a grateful nod, although she could see the uncomfortable look on the faces of the Tyrells. She grinned, "Alright I get it, I'll quit with the shit formalities," she chuckled, although her face was still twisted with embarrassment. "Please, call me Ravenna, my mum's Lady Stark," she admitted with a shrug. "And the North is frozen and covered in snow, not much to call beautiful in the eyes of a Southerner," she admitted with a shrug. She reached out for a glass of wine on the table, taking a deep gulp of it before setting it down again. "I don't see your Fossoway friend around, did he shit himself?" She asked with a rumbling chuckle. "Sorry if I caused a scene for ye, but I'm just happy I didn't hit him. Arrogant shit," she murmured.

 

[TheFordee20]

The Red Keep, King's Landing


Filicity watched as Ravenna sat. "I'm sure The North is beautiful in its own lil' way." Filicity tried to imagine the last time she had seen a bit of snow. It had been a very long Summer.


"My name is Filicity Tyrell." She introduced herself to Ravenna. A band of musicians had begun playing wordless tunes near their table.


"And, no need to apologize about that incident." Filicity laughed. She looked around for Adair, but she, too, couldn't see him.


"I wouldn't be surprised if he is half-way back to Cider Hall about now."

 

[WanderingJester]

Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands.





Tiber Lannister took another drain of his mug, drinking the last of the cider within. He thought about the Tully's word as the older man spoke of them. Sounds like the Riverland was already preparing for war. He gave a kind laugh at the question, more out of amusement than anything else. Men always spoke of the gold at Casterly Rock with envy in their eyes while rubbing their covetous hands. Those that do now are fools. Gold is worthless intrinsically. A malleable materials to be sure, but too heavy to be of any real maneuverability as armor and shield and to make weapons light enough for the average men could wield would make the weapons too brittle and weak. You cannot eat gold when you're starving to death and you cannot make ships or buildings out of gold, lest the water or earth swallows the construction whole beneath its weight. No, gold was only valuable instrumentally, and an instrument was only as useful as the hands that wielded it.


"Washed away? No my dear Lord Tully; if a flood does come, the Lannisters will do as our ancestor Lann the Clever have done: ride atop the waves until the waters calm again. We are not the Arryns, who will surely shore up their defenses with sandbags as you've mentioned. As for collecting, between Casterly Rock and Castamere, we have more than enough gold for generations to come, and if I do intend to collect, rest assured the debts will be paid, storm or no storm. However I shouldn't bored you with this topic. As we've covered before, there should not be any debts to separate family, should there?" At that moment the coronation began. "Ah good, the main attraction's starting, shall we to our seats Uncle?" Leanne had returned with Lord Bracken and took her betrothed's arm, Tiber gave a respectful bow to the older man before heading towards his siblings, already to their seats.


Leanne leaned in. "How did it go?"


"If your great uncle had for the Riverlands the unity the Tyrells did for the Reach, House Tully would be a force to be reckoned with. However, his bannermen's just as likely to kill each other as they would potential invaders. We can count on Riverrun being strictly controlled, but nowhere else." Leanne nodded, and the two sat by the rest of the Lannister delegation.


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Rowan listened intently to the words of the wiser man, jotting down every detail of the man's words. If he had noticed the condescending tone of the Grand Maester, the Tarly heir had not shown it externally. He had considered the cost of attrition in a war, though not to the extent of Vladan. Truly Rowan had much to learn in the art of war. As the other man noted his exit, the young man straightened himself and bowed. "I thank you for your time, as well as your wise and kind words Grand Maester Vladan. May you continue to serve her Grace for many years to come. Long live the Queen." With that the blue eyed man was gone, and Rowan turned just in time to hear his mother's voice calling out to him.


"Rowan, come. It's time for the ceremony." Rowan sighed at being addressed as if he was a child, but went anyways. Together, the three representatives from House Tarly sat down by their overlords, House Tyrell, as well as Lady Ravenna Stark. The heir of House Tarly gave the warrior woman an appraising look that bordered on admiration, but held his peace during her conversation with the Tyrells.


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When it was time, House Lannisters, both present and future members, rose as one. They moved to the center where those that would greet the new Queen lined up, and began moving forward. When at last they reached the forefront of the ceremony, the family kneel before Kuvira and the Queensguard, with Tiber speaking for the lions. Some of the younger ones were in awe of the Queen's presence, and their mothers and nannies, as well Celena and Leanne had to placate them to kneel or curtsied as well.


"Your Grace, it is with the utmost pleasure that, I, Tiber Lannister, Head of House Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West, offer myself and the loyalty of my house to the Crown. May your reign be long and your kingdom filled with prosperity. Long live the Queen." When the Queen responded and they were dismissed, Tiber and the others graciously bowed to the monarch before taking their seat again. None of the members of the delegation had eaten or drank anything during the procession, as per the manners of such an event as well as obeying inner caution.


House Tarly did much the same, as Rowan's father repeated more or less the same words as their Tyrell's overlord's words. He was terribly bored by all of this, but duty demands that they follow and pledged themselves along with their over ruling family. He thanked one of the servants, who had offered him a bite to eat. Before he could put the morsel into his mouth however, his mother slapped it away with a glare, reprimanding him silently for the broach in courtesy. Rowan looked sheepish, and had no choice but to wait for the ceremony to be over as he sat bored in his seat.

 

[General_warNpeace]

Adele: Riverrun


Whistling threw the air the arrow made a fast approach to it's target. Who had no time to move before it sunk into it's side, killing it. Lowering his bow Adele slipped it onto his back before carefully scaling the tree he stood in. When he safely landed in a crouch at the bottom he headed for his target and placing one hand on its side yanked the arrow out with the other. After wiping the arrow clean he slipped it back with the others on his back before finally turning his full attention to the rabbit. It was a large grey thing but from his viewpoint up in the tree it had seemed small. At least I know I'm getting better.


Sighing he tied the rabbits hind legs together before picking it up and making his way back to Riverrun. Entering through the kitchen doors he silently handed the rabbit to the cook so he could prepare it to dinner before making his own way to his room. Taking a seat at the small desk tucked into the corner of his room after putting away his bow and arrows he grabbed the leather bound journal hidden in a secret slot under the desk and began to write within it.


I fear mother is losing her mind in a world of politics and plots to big for her. I hope she does not do anything rash but in case she does I have ensured my presence would limit her reach. It is a shame though as I had really wished to attend the coronation but in the end it was necessary for me to ensure grandfather would not even consider such a thing. It also helped to place some suspicion onto my mother which is good. The more eyes on her the less she can scheme. I just hope I didn't do terrible damage to my relationship with my grandfather and will be able to repair it when he comes back home. Until that time I have made myself busy with learning sword fighting and practicing my archery. Sometimes I even find time to take tea with my grandmother. All so mother has no time to get me alone of course but such things have proven beneficial.


Until I have more to write

A.R.T.B.B






Thrice born



Sighing as he stared at the words on the paper for a moment Adele reluctantly shut the book that bore all his hidden thoughts and feelings before hiding it. This time it was in a secret nitch behind one of the tapestries in his room. Tensing as he heard the familiar click clack of his mothers shoes approaching his chambers he hurriedly grabbed his sword and made his way out of his room. He turned the corner just as his mother turned into the hall his bed chambers was within barely on the other end from where he had escaped, barely escaping her sight. Closing his eyes in relief he headed for the yard. It was time to practice his sword play.

 

[Hypnos]

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros.


Walder sat in silence for a moment, contemplating the Lannister's words as he watched the younger man make his exit, continuing to remain with just his thoughts for a few precious minutes, only returning to the realm of reality when he heard the the disgruntled sigh of Lord Eddard Bracken, marking his return from conversing with his niece and the beginning of the royal ceremony.


"So what did Lannister want?" Eddard asked somewhat apprehensively, as he helped Lord Walder to his feet, the two men beginning their trek towards the where the ceremony was to be held, making slow progress in between the hundreds of other Lords and Ladies, each struggling to find a seat closest to the queen "Something about the wedding?"


"Aye, something like that" Walder replied, already feeling the strain of his leg "Though the bulk of the conversation had to do with the looming threat of war, it seems that even at Casterly Rock you cannot escape its stink, Lord Tiber was very interested to hear about any preparations that the Riverlands could possibly be making to sure our defences for war, though I fear he walked away mostly disappointed, perhaps we should strengthen our borders after all, I do not anticipate a direct attack in the near future, however you know of the way that war works here in Westeros..."


"The realm wars and the Riverlands bleed" Eddard finished, it was an ancient saying, stretching back to the times before even the Targaryens had arrived in the shores of Westeros, mostly used in the reign of the Hoares or Durrandons, though the fact that it still held truth said a lot about the advancement in Westerosi society "What of the west? did Tiber say anything about how his region deals with the uncertainty that is the future, surely the Lannisters have some form of plan or strategy, they've always been a cunning lot"


If he has anything planned he hasn't shared it with me" Walder replied, the two men taking their seats between the other Riverlords, sparing but a brief second to offer courtesy to those present "You know the Lannisters, they're a tricksy lot, speaking in riddles and poems, all I learned is that they don't mean to let this war fly them by, they're no going to remain cooped up in Casterly Rock, like a falcon in an eyrie, and will fight for their chosen cause, though be that the crown or another remains a mystery" The old man sighed, the faint traces of a frown forming upon his lips "Let us just pray that this is all just idle speculation, birthed from paranoid minds, you never know what the future holds and perhaps this new queen shall be better than her father and will be able to calm Lord Baratheon's ire.


"And perhaps they'll find gold mines under Stone Hedge and I'll be as rich as the Lannisters, you know as well as I do that we have better chance of hatching a dragon than we do of receiving a competent Targaryen monarch, you can pray all you like but we both know what's coming, there's no use denying it, we might and well help ourselves now and begin preparations and prevent the Riverlands from washing away"


"Perhaps you're right Ned, perhaps you're right, though only the future will tell" The two men settled down to watch the ceremony, ceasing all talk of war, in favour of slightly lighter topics

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"I, Walder or the noble House of Tully..." Walder began, the Riverlands party standing steadfast before the newly crowned Kuvira Targaryen, each ready to pledge their allegiance, though for how long their loyalty would stand, none of them knew "Lord of Riverrun, Shield of the Trident and Lord Paramount of the Riverlands do solemnly swear to adhere to and to uphold the laws of the realm, and to remain a faithful servant to her grace Queen Kuvira Targaryen, first of her name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the realm, I swear to bequeath unto you my hearth, home and harvest and to never fail in my loyalty lest I bare the name the name oathbreaker and forever am punished for my sins" He finished the vow with a quick tilt of the head, the others in his party offering the queen bows and curtsies, though Walders leg inhibiting him from doing anything of the sort.


"That should sate her need for loyalty for the time being" Eddard offered as they returned to their seats "You didn't need to go all out and swear everything like that you know, you could have done what Lannister did and just say a few words" Walder merely smiled, ignoring the criticism, a content queen, meant a happy queen, and a happy queen was less likely to plunge her Kingdom into ruin.

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Red Keep, King's Landing

POV: Gelgin Arryn

Gelgin eyed his son with distaste as his ingrained fear of crowds took hold of him. He'd been hoping that Trevir would be able to hold on for long enough to at least pledge his loyalty to the new Queen. Never mind that, though. He would simply add Trevir in to his words that he was going to say. He had indeed been standing in a corner for a good while, simply identifying the members of the group and planning his moves during the gathering.


Near him, he could see his wife also noting the exit of their son. She had a much more sympathetic look on her face; she always did have a much more open heart than he did. Laura turned a pained expression towards Gelgin, and he shook his head lightly in return. Now was not the time to go rushing after Trevir, not with the actual reason everyone was here, for the coronation, was about to commence.


The two took seats, and watched as the ceremony concluded, watching the people around him intently and how they reacted. This information was important for proper social manipulations to take place, after all. He himself sat with a blank expression, as normal.


And then that portion of it was done, and it came time to swear fealties. Gelgin scanned the crowd to see if Trevir had returned, but he had not. Alright then. Gelgin and Laura rose together and moved over to wait their turn to swear fealty. He mentally ordered his words as the Lannisters went up to swear fealty to Kuvira Targaryen. The sight of them reminded him of a secondary effect of Trevir's fear. He had quite possibly ran away in sight of Celena Lannister. The boy's choice at that tournament was his own, but it was fortuitous, in Gelgin's mind. An alliance between two Great Houses was rarely not beneficial to the two concerned parties. This could complicate things. He allowed a small scowl to enter his expression for a moment.


He dropped it quickly, for they had nearly reached the front of the crowd. When their turn came, the two mustered all their dignity as they stood before the Queen and her Queensguard. Gelgin's injuries prevented him from actually kneeling, and Laura would not be mismatched with him. "I, Gelgin Arryn, Head of House Arryn, Lord of the Eyrie, Warden of the East, pledge the loyalty of myself and all my House to the Crown." he pledged, getting to the point relatively quickly instead of using the more flowery speech of his peers. From a man like Gelgin Arryn, it meant the same thing anyway. A pledge of loyalty is a pledge of loyalty, no matter how it was couched in words, at least in Gelgin Arryn's eyes.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Ravenna Stark, King's Landing, Crownlands



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Ravenna let out a chuckle at the words of the Tyrell lady, whom was called Filicity. "A pleasure to meet ye then, Filicity Tyrell," she said with an awkward bow of her head. She kept her crooked smile on, hoping not to come off as too unsocial. She burst into rather loud, raucous laughter at the girl's suggestion upon the location of Adair. "And good thin' for it then!" she admitted, chuckling beginning to die down. She turned her gaze towards the throne, watching the Great Houses get up one by one to pledge their allegiance to Queen Kuvira Targaryen. She wondered when it'd be her turn, although she decided it wouldn't be too soon, as she was unable to find her cousin Timos. However, as she looked around the crowd, she did see a younger lord staring at her with something almost akin to admiration, which simply caused her to raise an eyebrow in response, too distanced to comment on it.

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[Spacing Out]

Queen Kuvira
Kuvira stood up, folding her hands. She nodded towards her men. "I appreciate your loyalty, you will bring great honor to your family name and be respected from throughout the kingdom for your bravery. I promise to not let your allegiance to the crown be for not... Please rise and eat, drink, enjoy. Though today is my coronation, I want this also to be the celebration of your righteousness." She said while maintaining her composure,making sure she was proper as she spoke. She felt proud to have so many subjects supporting her, but she knew how it would easily fade away if anything went wrong so she had to contain herself so now.





'It is time for Kuvira, first of her name to have her first dance as Queen." She heard to announcer say. Everyone cleared her path as she walked gracefully to the center. She knew she had to choose the person to dance with wisely. She turned to her canopy and let out her right hand. "Princess Area and Princess Daenna will you join me for this dance?" She gave them a soft smile slowly beckoning them to approach.
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@TheFordee14


@Crimson smile

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[TheFordee20]

The Red Keep, King's Landing


Filicity's family had stood up and swore their oaths to Kuvira in the span of a minute. They sat back down as soon as it was over. Her father tried to stay up a little longer so it looked like House Tyrell was the most loyal- but Filicity's mother told him it was unwise.


Filicity, for whatever reason, did not go up with her family. She instead sat.


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"Of course, my queen." Aerea said gracefully. She stood up and curtsied. Listening to all of those ladies and lords had made Aerea a bit lightheaded, but, she wouldn't let it get to her. She would dance. If she didn't dance, people would question 'why'.


The music begun to play louder, and louder.


@Robyn Banks


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Suddenly everyone begun getting up to dance. Filicity looked across at Ravenna. "Anyone who you'd like to dance with, Ravenna?" Filicity asked her as she turned her stare to the crowds of people beginning to dance with The Queen and her dragon sisters.


Filicity even saw her own father and mother get up. Her brother, Darrin, had passed out due to drinking too much mead. Father is going to kill him when we get back to Highgarden.


@SirDerpingtonIV