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The Red Keep, King's Landing


Ser Gale Corbray placed the assassin's head upon a spike on one of the walls surrounding The Red Keep. It was just about dawn. "You know you could've gotten a servant to do that, ser." Varic Celtigar said, his arms folded. Gale shook his head at the young man. "I wanted to do this myself, Varic."


Gale's whole armor was covered in dried blood. He hadn't changed since before the beginning of the coronation. Gale carefully walked down seven steps until he reached the stone walkway that Varic stood on.


"The Queen is being protected as she sleeps, isn't she?" Gale asked as he removed a glove and inspected his hand. He then begun to walk down a hallway that lead through the throne room, Varic trailing behind.


"Yes, ser. Stark an' Whent are outside her chambers as we speak." Varic informed.


"What about Thorne?" Gale asked, looking back at Varic as they walked. "Ser James Thorne is best fighter I've ever seen. He should be with his queen right now. Not Whent. Not Stark."


Varic shrugged. "Ser James is probably off fucking some bastard. He and the lads do oft visit The Street Of Silk."


Gale responded only with a grunt.


-


"Goodnight..." Aerea said softly as Rowan Tarly walked away. She looked back at Ser James, and before she even knew it- she was in her bed. The sunlight was peeking through the holes in her silk curtains. She stretched out her arms and yawned loudly. She realized she was naked under her sheets and looked around her bed chamber to see Ser James putting on his armor. "Oh, m'lady, I haven't awoken you have I?" He asked as he fixed shoulder plate. Aerea shook her head.


"It's about time I got up, anyway." She whispered to him. He smiled at her and leaned in. They locked eyes and he kissed her gently on the lips. They kissed for a few moments before James stopped and stood up.


"I would love to spend the day with you princess, but I have to be by your sister's side." He said as he flattened his hair with his hand. He put his helmet on and smiled at her once more, before he finally left the room. Aerea laid in bed for a while, thinking to herself about the previous night. After daydreaming about everything, her handmaiden came into the room.


"Sorry, my princess. I had to run an errand in the kitchen." The handmaiden puffed, her face red. Aerea gave her a dirty look. "You're not a kitchen wench, Lisa, you're my handmaiden!"


Lisa bowed her head. "I am so, so, so sorry my p--"


Aerea put her hand up. "Just begin running my bath." She commanded. Lisa nodded frantically and hurried across to the empty wooden bathtub. Aerea slipped out of her bed and looked in her mirror. I look terrible. Aerea put her hand through her red hair, trying to not make it look as messy as it did.


She waited almost fifteen minutes for her bath to be drawn. When it finally was, Aerea dipped her body in to the hot water. She sighed and laid there for a moment before opening her mouth. "Lisa, go see Vladan. Tell him that you are in need of more moon tea." Aerea instructed, her eyes closed. Lisa mumbled a small 'yes' and ran off. Aerea took a deep breath and dunked her head under the water...


The Rose Road


Good riddance. Filicity thought to herself as she rode outta' King's Landing. They had left a little after the sun came up. However, her father and a garrison of men had to stay in the capital.


This new queen is almost as mad as her father. Filicity was on Wither. Who had been locked up in a stable for the past day. She rode beside her brother, Darrin, and Adair Fossoway- who she hadn't seen since Ravenna Stark belittled him. They talked quietly to themselves as their host moved up The Rose Road.


Adair was sullen and mostly silent. He looked like he hadn't gotten a blink of sleep. Darrin tried profusely to cheer him up, but he didn't smile once.


Filicity decided to ride ahead after her brother wouldn't stop talking about Celena Lannister. Filicity liked being at the top of the host. She felt a strange sense of freedom. I could ride off now and never come back. Make a home for myself in The Dornish Marches. But, Filicity did nothing other than keep on the road that lead back to Highgarden.


As it got dark, they stopped at Bitterbridge. House Caswell welcomed them in with open arms, as Filicity herself shared their blood. She had a lengthy conversation with her grandfather who was bald and blind, before she finally rested herself.


The next day, she said her goodbyes and they were on their way again- bound for Highgarden.


The most beautiful castle in The Seven Kingdoms.


Pyke, The Iron Islands


Conn nodded as he begun to pick apart a small crab. "What do you plan to achieve, sister?"


The fire crackled wildly. The old man had to come in and tame it. Conn sipped at his ale. It tasted bitter, and stale. "You've mentioned trade, and exploration?" Conn asked. The room was silent apart from Eleri who had laughed at one of Vaughan's japes.


"Do you wish to not follow our old way anymore? Abandon it completely?" Conn inquired, as he pushed the cup of ale away from him.


@SirDerpingtonIV

 

[General_warNpeace]

Deanna


"Good day Ser Dominic." Mayi greeted the knight as she approached her mistresses chambers. The morning light was just spilling into the hallways and cast shadows onto the two lone occupants. Snorting Dominic gave the handmaiden a wary smile. "It will be once I get some warm food into me, find a good fuck, and a few hours sleep."


Shaking her head at the guards rather lax and crude language, that she had grown rather used to, Mayi returned the wary smile. With all the extra occupants and tension the castle staff found itself worn out and run to the ground. It was rightly affecting them all. In that time she had formed a close companionship with the Princess and her almost constant guard. A much different standing from when she first began and found herself constantly apologizing for any mistake. "With most of the nobles leaving we may relax yet."


"Don't keep your hopes up." Dominic barked out a gruff laugh that followed Mayi as she entered the chambers. She huffed and glared in exasperated displeasure when she found the princess already up and at the small table by the window that was recently added to the room. Hands moving to her hips as she shut the door Mayi didn't hesitate to scold the princess. This isn't the first time she found the princess up before she arrived, looking as though she had been up for hours. "Princess you should still be resting, despite the events of the day it is still very early and sleep is still important."


Looking up from the small letter she held in a white knuckled grip Deanna blinked in surprise at the sight of her handmaiden, and as of recently familiar friend, before her mind caught up to events and she realized that her room was basked in light from the morning sun. I didn't even notice the passing time. Pushing the thoughts that had ran through her mind throughout the night Deanna set aside the letter that held such troublesome and revealing news and stood. Giving Mayi an apologetic smile she silently move to sit at the edge of her bed making Kit hiss as she bumped against the kitten and disturbed her own sleep. "It is to late for such complaints or lectures now is it not. Shall we not instead look toward the rest of the day and forget the mistakes of the past."


Such a cheeky princess. Mayi thought in fond exasperation. Sighing her hands dropped from her hips and a exasperated smile pulled at her lips as she looked into the younger girls mischievous, yet tired, silver eyes. Rolling her own chocolate brown eyes Mayi moved to the adjoining room. "At least rest while I draw your bath. You look as tired as Dom."


Giggling at the use of the nickname they found themselves sharing for Dominic, without his knowledge of course, Deanna pet Kit in consolation as she obliged with Mayis order and climbed into bed. Staring at the canopy that covered her bed Deanna had the sickening sense of de sha vu. Only a week ago I had hopes for my future freedom. Now I find my entire life in question. Yet despite these foreboding thoughts Deanna found her lids growing heavy and soon fell into a restless nap.

 

[National]

Tiberius Arryn





"Thump! Thump! Thump!"


A test dummy was being flung around in a small arena, the day alive from the sounds of fists clashing into the heavy training dummy. Tiberius was training, as usual, practicing his wrestling moves on the test dummy. His brother and father were gone, leaving Tiberius behind to take care of the house. And Tiberius was definitely taking care of business. Tiberius and his army just recently came back against an ambush on an Eastern packer of raiders, the grizzled beard of Tiberius stained with blood when he came back. Tiberius used the absence of his father as a way to test himself, seeing how capable he was leading the house. His entire chest was covered in sweat as he drops the dummy, before leaving the training grounds.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Haelga Greyjoy, Pyke, Iron Islands



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Haelga stirred her food around for a few moments, looking down upon her plate, before beginning to pick apart a similarly sized crab, her men beginning to eat aswell. "I plan to achieve economic security, brother. These islands of ours do not have the soil to grow crop, or gold or iron like the Westerlands, but they have arguably the best sailors in Westeros. Our ancestors used those sailors to take crop and gold and iron from the Greenlanders, but I propose we use them to trade with the Greenlanders and the Essoi," she explained, eyes moving up to examine her brother's reaction, to pick it apart and examine every part of it, much like she did with the crab placed before her. She ignored the fire and the old man taming it, deeming them irrelevant to the importance of the discussion. She didn't bother with the ale either, having never particularly been one for drinking. "It is not our way brother. You've never been on an actual raid. Our lord father and our elder brother were the only ones who did go on a raid. And how did it end for them, brother? Oh yes... decapitation, and a good view over the Blackwater. Quite the reward for the Old Way, isn't it?" She asked, staring into his eyes. She knew she was hitting him in a weak spot, but felt that the bold move was needed to make him see the truth. "But yes, I do plan to abandon the Old Way completely." she admitted.

 

[WanderingJester]

Goldroad, The Reach.





Celena rode within the first of the two carriages in the convoy, with only half the guards surrounding them as before when they went to King's Landing. She sighed at the thought of leaving her older brother behind, but he was Lord Lannister and thus head of their house. He could've had the guards physically dragged her into the carriage, but Tiber at least had spoken to her as an adult and explained the situation, of how the Queen would like all the House Lords to stay and meet with her before they leave...


Tiber looked at all the other members of House Lannister, and took in the atmosphere of the room. They had gathered within one of the larger living areas of the "Lannister Wing" within the Red Keep while the nannies and handmaidens tended to the children in an adjacent room. Leanne had a determined look upon her serene face, while Wilhelm had a scowl at the situation they were in. Celena looked curious while Martyn was as impassive as ever. Tidus seemed as though he was more concerned with the security of the meeting at the moment, but the Lion knew he hung on every word that's spoken. The others look wary of the situation, as though they wished to be back home and away from all the plots and assassination attempts in King's Landing.


Clearing his throat, the Lord of Casterly Rock gave the Queen's decree out to the members of his house. "Dear family, I've just received word from her Grace that the lockdown of the castle will be lifted first thing in the morning, and that all visiting nobilities may enter or exit upon their leisure, at the approval of the Crown's Guards of course. I have arranged for the Lannister delegation to depart as soon as possible, so I hope that you will all be packed and be well rested for the journey back to the Westerlands at dawn tomorrow."


Many faces looked relieved, and many looked to each other and began discussing plans they had for when they got home while his betrothed spoke up. "Oh thank the Mother this foolishness is over. Now we can go back to Casterly Rock and-" Tiber cut her off when he raised his hand, and the room quiet down.


"Her Grace had also requested that all of the Lords of the Major Houses to remained behind for a meeting, and thus at least one of us must do so. Now we all know that this is no simple request, so I believe that it will be in our best interest that I remain behind. If nothing else than to take unwanted eyes away from you all as you make it back to the Westerlands."


Leanne replied at once, "Then I too will stay." Tiber walked over and cup her face into his hands, and the Brax's expression softened considerably as she gazed into his eyes.


"No my dear. This city is much to dangerous and I would, nay, I could not bear to lose you in such a way, not when we're so close to our wedding day. Please head back to Hornvale, where I'll know you'll be safe with your brother and father." Leanne tried to say something, but failed and looked down from Tiber's face, a few tears escaping her eyes. Tiber gently took her into his arms and kissed her, to each the soon-to-be Lady Lannister replied with a passion. At the sight many of the women in the room sighed happily at the romantic scene, while the guys found it less of interest. After the kiss, Tiber guided Leanne back to her seat, where her handmaidens quickly comforted the woman.


Turning back to the others, he spoke up. "Half of our guards will stay here, along with Tidus to serve as my security. Meanwhile the others will be working under Martyn as you journeyed back to the Westerlands. There will be less protection from our house to be sure, but you will be traveling in the company of my other bannermen as well as their families, so the overall security should be more secure, rather than less. Wilhelm will also stay as my adviser, should he be willing to, until such time we may depart and return to Casterly Rock as well."


At that Wilhelm spoke up, "it will be my pleasure, my lord." Tiber nodded in thanks, and turned to the others.


"Are there any questions?" Now Celena stood and spoke.


"Would we not be stronger if Martyn and I stayed as well brother? Surely House Lannister would benefit from having all of us stick together, would we not?" To be fully honest with herself, Celena also wanted to explore the city a bit before she left, as she had only really experienced the Red Keep and not much of King's Landing as a whole. Therefore she felt a bit of disappointment when Tiber shook his head.


"I agree that we would be stronger standing together dear sister, however that would make us much more venerable as well. The Seven forbid, one stroke of the sword can take out the entire direct line for House Lannister and severed the head of Casterly Rock, if you will. I also need you and Martyn to oversee things at Casterly Rock, as we all know that the Westerland has only just been pacified and unified all too recently, and the matters of the house will need a careful eye to attend to. While I'm sure my uncle, Wilhelm's father Edwyn is more than capable, he also has his attention split between overseeing our military forces as well as the governance of Lannisport, and thus could use all the help he can have. With me robbing him of his son by asking Wilhelm to stay here, I can only attempt to make up for it by sending two people I trust to compensate." Celena opened her mouth, before shutting it again when Tiber's words hit her. It was the first time in recent memory he had shown even the slightest hint of his feelings towards her, and she could think of the same for their brother. She narrowed her eyes at him, suspicious that this was another disguise he was putting up. After a moment of failed searching on Tiber's face, Celena simply nodded and sat back down.





Now siting in the carriage in the middle of a convoy surrounded by fifty guards under the Mountain Lion, flanked by convoys from her eldest brother's bannermen, Celena looked at Leanne sitting across from her. The woman looked like she didn't sleep a second since the night before, with her red, bloodshot eyes, indicating that she had been crying a bit. The Lion Maid truly felt bad for her future sister-in-law. While she didn't know herself, Martyn had told her that Leanne and Tiber had played together as children, and she developed a fondness for him then that blossomed into love when they became betrothed. Celena sighed to herself, perhaps one day the Maiden may smile upon her and she married a man whom she had some feelings for as well. However she had no illusions of the reality, as it be probable that in regards to her marriage as well as many others, duty must come first, and love later, if at all.


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Just outside the Horn Hill, the Reach.





Rowan Tarly had been impressed by the sheer speed that the Tarly delegation had used in terms of returning to the Reach and back to their home. His father's guard had informed him before dawn even broke that he would be ready to leave within the hour. After packing the few possessions he bought with him with one the house servants they brought with them, they hurried from the Red Keep before any of the other houses, major or minor, even finished readying to leave. As House Tarly wasn't a major house, Rowan's father had no such problem with having to stay at the Queen's request like their overlords. As they rode from the city, Rowan gave a look back at King's Landing. His face contained a trace of sadness at not being able to wish Princess Aerea farewell, but trust the Seven to bring them back together should they see fit.


After a few hours of quick riding, not quite a dead sprint but not quite the normal trot they had used to travel, Rowan had a type of revelation. He had found the Targaryen Princess to be quite attractive. Perhaps it was her status, but he had though it more to do with her dark red hair. Did he just like woman with red hair? The young man took a moment during lunch to discuss this finding with his mother, who assured him that many aside from himself found the girl attractive, though she told him that the princess might not be as "pure" as she seemed. Rowan looked puzzled and horrified at the prospect that such a nice girl wasn't all she looked to be. What reason did she have to deceive him? Had she already found love in another man and have yet to announce their betrothal? In the midst of his contemplation, he did not notice his mother moved to converse with his father about what he had discussed with her, or the wheels spinning in both their heads.


Finally they had arrived through the open gates of Horn Hill, and many of the soldiers training nearby called out to their lord and commander, as well as Rowan, whom they had a fondness with, having fought beside and under him a few times. Rowan immediately excused himself to get into his daily training exercises once more, and his mother went to tend to the matters of the seat. Helyon Tarly went to the seat's maester, Maester Broin, and had him brought some paper as well as ink and a quill, before penning a quick letter and sending it away to House Tully in the Riverlands. Helyon Tarly might be direct, but he also knew an opportunity when he saw it, and now he bounces on it like a hunter on its mark. The raven carrying the letter took off, which contents read:

To Benjicot Tully,


I will not waste either of our time by using pointless formality. You are the heir to Riverrun and the Riverlands as a whole. It is a vast region with a turbulent history, and with the coming storm, House Tully will need every loyal swords defending it in the time to come. I have many swords under me. You have an unwed daughter, Agnes Tully. I have an unwed heir, Rowan Tarly. Let me know if you're interested in working out some sort of agreement and we may work together to iron out the detail expeditiously. If not, I wish you good day.


First in Battle,


Lord Helyon Tully, Lord of Horn Hill.

@Hypnos

 

[Huor Spinks]

Arren Tyrell - Highgarden: Office


The next piece of news that Arren received was far pleasanter. The delegation to swear fealty to the new Queen were on their way back to Highgarden. The news had been sent by raven, and had been delivered to him in person in his office where he had been working on some documents. All in a days work of the acting lord of House Tyrell since the actual Lord was otherwise disposed in Kings Landing. And apparently it would continue to be so as his father was to remain in King's Landing. What the reason was, he preferred to know from his own family members.


Truth be told, he was very much looking forward to their return, as an imprisoned man looks forward to periods of sunlight. Very rarely, due to his health condition, did he ever venture out of Highgarden, much less the Reach itself. Thus, he had never been to Kings Landing, or the North, or any of those great places. As such, he was eager for news on the new Queen. Her personality, disposition, as well as any news of any of the other families who had attended. If he had been a little healthier, perhaps he could have gone in person, as he dearly would have loved to. It was a great pity that he could only listen to second hand news of events that had been happening.


A shadow of regret flirted across his face then, before he closed the scroll he was working on and acknowledged the messenger; a young man barely two decades old practically bouncing on his feet in excitement. His own lips quirked into a smile at such enthusiasm. Peridian was the young man's name, and his personal page, and as Arren was quite senior in age and as yet unwed, it was almost instinctive for Arren to view the young man as an apprentice of sorts; someone to teach and pass on his values and in turn the young man viewed him as a sort of father figure, for the poor young man had been born a bastard, and had to use a great amount of his wits to even get to his station today, and as far as Arren could tell, was extremely appreciative of all that he had taught him.


"Well, lad," he said finally. "That is quite possibly the best news I've had the pleasure of hearing today. Please inform the guard to ensure that the banners are flying high. And let me know the moment the gates open, for I wish to greet them personally."


And then it was back to the waiting game again. Oh well, there would always be documents that needed to be read.

 

[Hypnos]

Riverrun, The Riverlands, Westeros.


The hint smile crept onto the lips of Lady Barba Bracken, her usual stoic demeanour shattering for a moment as she examined the letter from Horn Hill, reading it over carefully before tossing it to one side, the letter landing with a a quiet thud upon her, or rather Walder's, desk, knocking over a small stack of parchment.


"I do wish you would not do that mother, you know how father hates a cluttered desk" Barba looked upon her son in surprise, she had almost forgotten that he was even in the room, and was quite startled when he finally spoke, Lothar Tully having a knack for moving unseen.


"Your father can complain about his desk on the day that he actually uses it, I am not change my ways to cater to the whims of an old man" She looked at her son sternly , the smile fading as quickly as it had appeared, leaving nothing in its wake but two cold, brown eyes and a harsh frown, informing Lothar that the matter was at an end "Besides this drivel is barely deserving of the desk at all and would be much more at home with the contents of my chamber pot"


"Another marriage request then?" Lothar frowned, the displeasure clear upon his face "You cannot continue to turn everyone down, Agnes is five and twenty and a woman grown, long past a time when she would be capable of making her own decisions, yet you continue to protect her maidenhood like it was the Horn of bloody Joramun, the letter was addressed to Ben was it not? Why not let him decide what is drivel and what is not?"


It was clear that Lothar regretted his words as soon as they came out, the look on his mothers face was enough to assure him that he had made a horrible mistake "Ser Lothar Tully!" Barba let out between gritted teeth, visible fuming "Is this how you speak to you own mother! We're that you were still a boy I would give you a clout for such words, though I fear that it would damage your already confused mind, Agnes is my granddaughter, and your niece and unless the Dragonlord of Fucking Valyria comes flying through that window and offers her his hand, I am not going to sell her off like some back alley whore. Family, duty, honour, they are your words, not mine and you would do well to remember them, family comes before all, I would sacrifice a thousand alliances to watch that girl grow up with a man she truly loves and I would hope that you would agree, especially considered your marriage offered naught to the family but the opportunity for you to fuck your cousin, now fetch me some ink, I need to reply to Lord Tarly"


Lothar gulped, not saying another word instead merely walking off to fetch some ink, visibly sweating.


Now, Barba thought, what's the politest way to tell Lord Tarly to fuck off.

Helyon Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill,


Whilst it brings me great pleasure to know that a House such as your would consider mine own as a possible candidate for marriage, I am going to have to respectfully decline your offer of betrothal. Despite the seemingly great offer which you propose due to the nature of marriages in Westeros and the laws by which inheritance operates it would be unwise for Agnes to marry Rowan, the children which they would bring into this world could only bare but a single name, that of Tully or that of Tarly and as I am sure you understand I do not wish for a Tarly to inherit Riverrun any more than you want a Tully to inherit Horn Hill.


It brings me great grief to say these words but you must know them to be true.


Regards,


Barba Tully, Lady Regent of the Riverlands.

@WanderingJester

 

[D3lmoniko]

The Street of Silk, King's Landing


Sun peeked through some lavander curtains. Lawsen raised his hand to block out the sun, the heat and light making his head feel like a war drum. Letting out an annoyed grunt, he raised from his place in bed, looking to his left. A girl, with skin as white as the freshest milk and a hair as brown as an oak tree. He smiled and let his left hand run smoothly through her hair. Sighing, he raised form the bed, and looked down for his shirt. Putting it on, he felt two warm hands on his back. It was a rather chilly morning, and the wind that ran softly through the window made him feel cold. A playful giggle could be heard from behind him. "A warm touch. I couldn't be death, but it could be the warmest of summers." Her hands left his back, letting the shirt come down.


In an instant, a guard came through the door, panting. The girl yelped and covered herself, while Lawsen already leaped from his position, unsheathing his sword. With a sigh, he threw his head back, putting a hand on his chest, feeling like his hearth could leave his chest. "W-What is it Geandry." He took a better look at the man. He was sweating, as he ran like a hound. "Lord have mercy, what in seven hells happened?"


Taking in a few breaths, the man spoke. "Excuse my intrusion my lord, m-my lady-" He nodded in the direction of the maiden, who nodded ever so slightly. "Gendry, eyes here. You came in bursting through the door, now might I hear your explanation?" The man bowed and looked at Lawsen, who went to sheathe his sword. "I-It's ordered that, with the exception of a few lords, we are to leave King's Landing. But, the main lords are ordered for a meeting with the Queen." Lawsen stood in place, looking down. Taking his armor, he started to put it on. "This is foolish of our lord. Gendry, send word. I want a meeting with Lord Lannister. And no, not you, you already are sweating like a pig in the afternoon. Send one of the more fresh faced soldiers we have brought along. I believe one of them is right next door." Lawsen stopped and looked at Gendry, who was also standing in place, looking at Lawsen. "...Go man, go!" His sudden change in voice made both people in the room jump a little, and Gendry ever so fast exited the room, closing the door.


A smile appeared on his face, turning his attention to the girl. "I am sorry for that yell and this ordeal. I really enjoyed this time together. Who knows, might pass through here again. You name is?" The girl looked scared as she peeked from the red sheets. "... Carmen?" Lawsen nodded, and, with his armor on along with his cloth with his coat of arms on it, he went to the door opening it, he looked behind and smiled once more, closing the door.


In a few minutes, after walking through the streets of King's Landing, he was close to the gates of the Red Keep, waiting outside. He looked as the one who he sent to announce Tiber arrived before him. The glance he threw towards the soldier was so cold, you could feel how it is to be a Night's Watch. Lawsen held a hand in front of him, notifying the boy to not talk, as he didn't want to emasculate his men in front of others. Looking at the guards at the gate, he blinked. "Please, could you send a word to Lord Tiber Lannister? Tell him it's from Lawsen Clegane."


@WanderingJester

 

[General_warNpeace]

Deanna: The Red Keep, Her chambers


Feeling refreshed from her nap, brief as it was, Deanna sighed in contentment as she sunk into the hot bath Mayi had drew. So content she was that she didn't even move to protest when Mayi began to scrub at her skin with a gentle rag. The girl had learned not to use the brush after the first time she attempted to help the princess bathe. Moving to wet her own hair Deanna couldn't help the thought that entered her mind. I hope my sisters are taking some time to relax after such a tense week.


Pausing in her ministrations Deanna scowled at herself as her troublesome thoughts from the long night invaded her mind, along with her new knowledge. I just had to go and disturb my own good mood didn't I. Sighing again, this time in irritation, Deanna quickly wetted her hair and waited until Mayi was rubbing the herbal soap into it before speaking. Over the week as her knowledge of her sisters heritage grew she found herself seeking advice from her two companions. Though at first they were unaware of the reason behind her search besides her vague questions they quickly learned of it when Deanna could hold her tongue no longer. The young princess broke under the knowledge and since then Mayi and Dominic have been attached at her hip. As her advisers, protectors, and friends. "My search has been concluded and the results are not as we hoped but feared."


Tensing at the news Mayi slowed her hands she spoke. Her voice a whisper for any ears that may be within the walls. Within the last week Mayi found herself wary of other's and looking over shoulders often. Though she never made a move to betray the Princesses trust in her as she knew what it would mean. The sibling bond that Mayi began to feel toward the princess was a influence as well. "I see. Do you have an idea of what you shall do with this information?"


"...Unfortunatly not." Deanna said somberly after a moments pause. That was her current greatest issue. She had the knowledge but had no idea what to do with it. "They are my sisters, though not fully, and I adore them but I don't know if I can allow themselves to pass themselves on as Targeryens any longer. Especially with Kuvira's status as queen. We were taught that only a Targaryen should sit on the throne and I believe in those teachings but if it is revealed that they hold no claim to the iron throne the backlash would be powerful and I will find myself forced onto the throne as the only Dragon within the red keep. My freedom would be lost."


"It seem's we are in a bind then. Are we not?" Mayi whispered grimly as she started to wash out the soap within the silver locks. The Targaryen locks.


"It seems so." Sighing for the hundredth time Deanna began to rise from the bath as her hair was finished being cleansed. Pushing the troublesome thoughts away as she did so. "Nonetheless the time for such a large decision is not now. The day is just beginning and it will undoubtedly prove to be a long one."

 

[WanderingJester]

The Lord's Private Office, Horn Hill, The Reach.





Lord Helyon smiled at the letter as he read it again. It wasn't the smile that he had when he held each of his children in his arms for the first time, or when he wedded Mariette. No, this was a smile that was an offshoot from the one that his men saw when Helyon ended the Osgrey Line and tore Leafy Lake apart stone by stone. Even as a shadow of the real thing, it was enough to terrify a crying child to silence, to say the least. Fortunately there was only one other person in the room to witness the expression. Unfortunately for Maester Broin, he happened to be that person. Still, he mangled to squeeze out a question.


"What will you do my lord?"


Lord Helyon didn't answer the maester's question, instead, he said in a frighteningly calm voice. "Get me some paper, ink and quill."


Within a few moments, he wrote the same letter again, addressed to Benjicot Tully, and placed that next to where he worked. He pulled out another piece of paper, wrote a letter addressing it to Lord Walder Tully at King's Landing, and placed it on the side as well. Finally, he pulled out a third piece of paper, wrote it to Lady Barba Tully, and placed it next to the one addressed to Benjicot Tully. He had all three sent by Maester Broin before his next meal.


In the letter addressed to Walder Tully:

To Lord Walder Tully, Lord of Riverrun, Lord Paramount to the Trident,


I have recently wrote a letter to your son that was intercepted by your lady wife, the esteemed Lady Barba Tully, at which point she sent me a reply in return. However, I would like to require from you your opinion on the matter, as I know that loyal, battle readied men are hard to come by in any of the Seven Kingdoms and with the current political atmosphere as well as the troubling signs in the near future, both of our houses would benefit from uniting our forces. I don't think I need to inform you that outside of House Tyrell, House Tarly claims the strongest host of arms in the Reach. Therefore I propose an alliance, and by your blessing, doing just that through your granddaughter, Agne Tully's hand in marriage to my eldest son and heir, Rowan Tully, and in the process, secure the future for our two house's future, as well as for the Reach and the Riverlands as a whole.


I look forward to hearing your reply.


First in Battle,


Lord Helyon Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill.

And in the letter addressed to Lady Barba Tully:

To Lady Barba Tully, Lady Regent of the Riverlands,


I thank you for your prompt and direct reply, but I do not recall writing to you about such concerns. I look forward to hearing from either your husband, your son or your granddaughter, preferably from all the subjects I've listed above. Rest assured your opinion on this matter has been noted.


First in Battle,


Lord Helyon Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill.

@Hypnos


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Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands.


Tiber Lannister had just finished breaking his fast with his cousin, when the guards let a servant from House Clegane in. Wilhelm raised his eyebrows at the servant, who looked nervous at standing in the den of lions. Tidus gazed at the young man, his eyes searching for any hidden weapons or signs of a would be assassin. Tiber finished reading something, before holding the parchment to the flame from the candle on the table, setting it aflame and tossing the burning paper to the ground where it turned to ashes. He finally seemed to notice the servant standing there afterwards. With a nonchalant look, he said.


"Yes?"


"L-Lord Clegane w-w-would like-" The servant gulped and stuttered out before Wilhelm growled at the young man, barely older than a boy.


"Spit it out man! We haven't got all day!" The servant jumped looked as though he might faint or soil himself, perhaps both. Still he soldiered on with the message.


"He-he would like to requ-request an audience with you, my Lord of Casterly Rock." The servant finished, bowing low. Tiber gave a smile and said.


"Thank you for your service." Turning to the guards, he waved his hand "convey him with safe passage." The guards opened the door for the young man, who bolted out after another hasty bow. Another guard marched in.


"My lord! Lord Lawsen Clegane awaits your audience outside."


"Send him in," Tiber replied, then speared another slice of pork with his knife and ate it. Wilhelm looked to his cousin.


"Didn't you sent word to all the Westerland Lords to head back with the ladies' convoy?"


"I did."


"So what in the Seven Hells are the dogs still doing here?" Tiber shrugged as he washed down his first meal of the day with a mug full of milk. He doesn't like alcohol so early in the morning, unlike many other nobles.


"I guess we'll find out won't we?" The Lord of Casterly Rock smiled as the guards ushered in Lawsen Clegane. The man looked like he had just woken up, and tossed on some armor. While Wilhelm seemed unimpressed, Tiber kept his expression in check, smiling jovially at the young man. He stood up and opened his arms. "Ah Lord Clegane, how may I help you today?"


@AnnoDomini

 

[Hypnos]

The Red Keep, KIng's Landing, Westeros.


Walder Tully looked over the letter with mild confusion, raising a single red eyebrow at the mention of his wife, slightly surprised that Barba would even think about turning down such an offer, the House of Tarly fielded the greatest warriors in all of the Reach, surpassing even the Marcher Lords in the Stormlands in terms of pure skill and ability and would be a great asset to House Tully, especially considering the coming conflict, which due to the foolish actions of Queen Kuvira seemed all but inevitable. He turned his gaze away from the parchment, placing it gently upon the fine oaken desk that has been provided in his room, looking around for a quill and a pot of ink, still not yet accosted to his King's Landing quarters, despite being confined to them for a few days now.


"Benjicot!" He called, hoping that his yell would reach his son in the other room, sure enough Benjicot Tully arriving but a few moments later, wearing naught from the waist up, having clearly just awoken from his slumber "It appears that you have a letter" Walder handed him the parchment, watching him mouth the words as he read, a grin forming on the Ben's lips.


"Mother's not going to like this" Ben chuckled, handing the letter back "Lord Tarly disregarding her letter, though I fear it is for the best, losing the swords of House Tarly would be a foolish mistake, besides, is Agnes doesn't get a husband soon she may die a maiden, I don't want the Tully line to end with her"


Walder nodded in agreement, beginning to absent mindedly write his reply, his wife was a fearsome woman, and one who it was best not to displease, she had ruled the Riverlands in his stead for many years now, taking on many of the duties that should customarily be a Lords however... She was not without her flaws, she cared too much her granddaughters and too little for her sons, if she had her way Agnes would never marry and that was something that he couldn't have "So we're in agreement then? Your daughter should marry the Tarly boy?"


"I don't see why not?" Ben replied "She is old enough and Tarly swords will be very useful in the future, especially if Kuvira keeps us locked up here any longer, didn't you and Lord Eddard say you had a..."


"Hush now, this is not the time for that, instead let us keep our mouths sealed, we do t know who could be listening in, I shall write to Lord Helyon and tell him our reply, this Rowan shall be one happy man" he frowned wasn't Rowan a girl's name? "let us agree to not tell your mother of this decision, wait until we get back to Riverrun, there is a good chance I could die here and nothing would please me more than having perished never to have discussed with her this subject"


Ben smiled widely "Of course, I have a lot to live for and I do not intend to have mother end my life"


Walder chuckled, continuing to write down his response.

Helyon Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill.


I do not know what word you have received from my wife and in all honesty I am too scared to ask, however the official stance of House Tully regarding the matter is that Ser Rowan would be a fine match for my granddaughter, of course there shall be a few things to discus about the match, such as deciding the which of those born from it shall continue the line of Tully and which shall continue the line of Tarly, however I shall leave such matters to a time closer to the date.


Best regards,


Walder Tully, Lord of Riverrun and Lord Paramount of the Riverlands.

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Riverrun, The Riverlands, Westeros.


"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" Barba was fuming, crumpling up the accursed letter and throwing it unceremoniously out of the window of Walder's solar, a splash coming from outside as it his the Red Fork, washing down the river Trident "It is bad enough that he completely disregards all of my valid criticisms, but to go over my head to my husband, the man has some nerve! Rest assured that man will be receiving more than a dowry from me, if he dares show his face at Riverrun I'll..."


"You'll what mother?" Interrupted Lothar, seemingly reinvigorated by Lord Tary's defiance, it was about time someone stood up to her "You'll clout him round the ear?"


"I have half a mind to yes" Barba retorted, ignoring the sarcasm "Your father is a fool, I love him dearly but there is no denying it, when offered the choice he will no doubt take the easy route and say yes, you know how weak willed he is he will see the promise of swords and instantly think it is a good idea, regardless of what Agnes wants" she sighed angrily, beginning to jot down a brief response, using all of her will power to remain civil.

Tarly,


Your letter may have been addressed to my son but it arrived at Riverrun, a location which Benjicot is not currently at. If you'd rather I had left the letter unopened and waiting for him I very well could have but a reply may have taken months to get to you. It is my duty as regent to answer all call regarding the Riverlands and House Tully and to address all Ravens be they addressed to me or not. I am insulted that you do not consider my words to be enough for you and am taken aback that you would go over my head like this, I may be a woman but I am regent and here in the Riverlands my word goes.


Barba Tully, Lady Regent of the Riverlands.

 

[General_warNpeace]

Adele: Riverrun


Chuckling as his sharp ears caught wind of the rumors circulating Riverrun about his grandmothers refusal of a marriage between his cousin and a Tarly and her recent reactions to the continued pursuit Adele wondered what his sharp minded grandmother would do next. Her stubborn will and refusal to let Agnes marry for anything less then love had worked to lighten his mood in recent day's. A large feat considering that the tension ran high within Riverrun since the new's of the failed assassination on the Queen and her sister arrived as well as Queen Kuvira's following actions. I hope that thing's calm down soon though I fear that a war shall come to pass before such an event could occur.


Leaving Riverrun's halls and arriving at the spot within the forest that he has recently began taking his sparring lessons in he wasn't surprised to find Ser Eran already there. He was a rather young knight that helped guard Riverrun and had been chosen to be Adele's sparring tutor simply because he was close to Adele's age, his Lady grandmother hoped he would earn a friend, and he was skilled enough to teach Adele a few tricks. I do not think that my Lady grandmother had any idea I would take the friend thing so seriously. Adele thought in amusement as he caught Eran's eye and found himself being pulled deeper into the forest as firm lips met his. Adele had taken to sparring seriously in the beginning but soon learned every trick Eran could teach him and with the recent tension from Kings Landing, the tension caused by his own mother, and the glances he saw Eran throw him during their more rough and tumble lessons Adele soon found himself getting into some mischief with the knight. Great now I feel like a cliche.

 

[LittleWolfie]

Astris Elize Baratheon


The Red Keep - King's Landing
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Sunlight pierced its way through her eyelids as she awoke slowly. Her eyes fluttered open gently as she took in her surroundings and her heart skipped a beat, not recognising where she was. But then memories of last night came back and she felt like she couldn't breathe for the briefest of moments.


She hadn't said anything about how she felt or in her own defense when spoken to by the princess or the queen. Astris has neither known what to say or seen the point. Instead the young lady had let herself be carried out by the guards and lead through foreign halls before being tossed into this room. Guards then slammed the door shut behind them with disgust clear in their faces. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep as a silent tear rolled down her cheek.





So here she was, stuck in this bare room which was effectively a cell with a semi-decent bed and a window. There was no handle on this side of the door she the young Baratheon guessed that she was stuck in here for now. Braedon would've made it back to Storm's End by now for sure and her other brothers were probably not far behind him. Astris stood and took the couple of paces over to the window and looked up at the sky. Here she was then, in her slightly rumpled and slept in dress, her hair luckily never needed much doing with it so looked normal, and her circlet resting on the thin wisp of a pillow she had. There was only one thought running through her head right now though: she was truly alone now.

 

[D3lmoniko]

Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands.


Looking around, the young pup spoke up. "My Lord Tiber Lannister. I request for me and my escorts to serve as your guards. This is truly something that may leave you vulnerable to an attack." His armor was not shiny, but dark, and his head was held high. His hair seemed a little messy, and as he didn't have time to shave, some hairs were longer than others. The sword on his belt was held in place by his left hand, and his boots were kind of dirty, like he had walked through mud.


"I understand your decision to send all of your bannermen back to the Westerlands. But, you should keep one in reserve, just in case. I assure you my men are ferocious and fully trained. My castle and the holdings near Lannisport are defended by the one I left in charge, witch is as capable as me to lead men in battle." Lawsen had been wanted to prove himself a greater man than his brother, and he wanted to wash the shame that his brother had painted on their history. His father would have turned in his grave if he found out.


Lawsen held his head high, and his hands at his back, at attention. His expression was a kind-of neutral one, his eyes fixed on his cousin. He knew he would disapprove of this, but Lawsen decided that no mater what, he wouldn't leave his lord's side. Like the dog on his crest, he was willing to follow his master into battle. After all, Tiber installed him on the throne.


@WanderingJester

 

[WanderingJester]

Lord's Private Office, Horn Hill, The Reach.





Helyon nodded in satisfaction at the reply he got from Lord Tully in King's Landing. Everything was going smoothly now that his wife had been taken out of the equation. He had expected the old Lord Paramount to leave his eldest back at Riverrun, but apparently Tarly was wrong. Still, no harm done. The Lord of Horn Hill had scanned Lady Barba's letter once, and only due to it arriving first and he wanted to do something outside of managerial paperwork while he waited. Now that he got the answer he wished, the aging warrior tossed Lady Barba's letter into the fireplace, and watched it burn to ashes. He wouldn't be answering the ill tempered woman, as the first reply was actually unnecessary and somewhat childish, but the Seven dammit all if it wasn't satisfying.


Taking out his quill, Helyon began penning another letter, this time to Walder Tully at King's Landing only. Maester Broin had already left to inform Lady Tarly of the good news, and the two would work on instructing Rowan on his new responsibilities that will surely come soon. With a quick stroke of the quill, the letter was completed, and Helyon went to the rookery itself, waiting her for Broin who sent the message momentarily.

To Lord Walder Tully, Lord of Riverrun and Lord Paramount of the Trident,


I thank you for your prompt and direct reply, and am glad to hear your favorable answer. Please let me know at your earliest convenience when you would like to meet and discuss in person the terms of the marriage. As you may understand with the uncertain times ahead, I feel we would both be more comfortable at night with our wives the sooner our offsprings are wedded and sharing a bed of their own, or better yet, holding their first born son in their arms. As soon as I receive your reply, I will make with all speed to either prepare for your arrival here at Horn Hill or for our own journey to meet you at Riverrun.


First in Battle,


Lord Helyon Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill.

@Hypnos


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Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands.


Tiber sighed slightly while Wilhelm rolled his eyes at Lawsen's speech. The pup had much loyalty and courage, this could not be denied. However he lacked the view of the larger picture, and without that perspective might endangered more of himself then he realized by not listening to his betters. The Lion of Lannister then looked up and smiled at Lord Clegane, before grabbing a mug and filling it with ale, before passing it on to the armored man in front of him.


"Lord Clegane, it isn't a matter of me doubting your courage, or loyalty to me. In fact I'm rather touched that one of my bannermen shows such concern for my well being and safety. However, there is a fundamental reason I asked my bannermen, like you, to head back to the Westerlands, at least out of the dangerous confines of this city, and it has nothing to do with doubting anyone's abilities." Tiber walked back and grabbed a pitcher of juice before pouring himself a cup. "Many of my bannermen in the West are new, either through the spoils they claimed in the last war with the Tarbecks and the Reynes, or they had just replaced their fathers that were slain in those wars, or have since died. As such their position and houses are venerable at the moment, and those are secured through heirs, I have kept here with me.


You see, for your example. I gave you your lordship over House Clegane, however you have no younger brother, no sons to continue your family's name should the unfortunate thing happen and the Stranger does come a knocking. Should you be married with two boys and the oldest about to reach majority, I would not hesitate in asking you to stay here in King's Landing with me. As is, House Clegane is in a precarious position currently, and I certain do not wish the house returned to your knave of a brother, if you'll excuse my language. I too am aware of the dangers of this city, hence my guards' presence," Tiber gestured to the guards near the main doors to the room, "many of whom are knights within our elite Lionsguard unit, under Ser Tidus' command here." The Lion nodded to Tidus, who nodded back.


"However, I see that I will not change your mind here. So please, more for yourself than for me, though these are my orders. Should there be trouble, and my own life not be in immediate danger, do not wade into combat seeking glory. If things have deteriorated to that point in time, our priority will be to get out of the castle and then the city, nothing more and nothing less. Even should you find the Gold Cloaks commander alone and surrounded by our forces, do not stop to end his miserable life even if it will only take but a minute. If you promise me that, you will hear no more of my protests about your presence here with my delegation unless something drastic happens." He finished, taking a long and deep drink from his cup and staring at the young man of House Clegane in front of him.


@AnnoDomini

 

[Leusis]

Exiting the large Inn he had been staying in Roland began walking towards the stables. Placing all of his gear onto his horse as they were preparing to travel he would mount and proceed to the edge of town. "Hope you're ready for another journey Nox" he spoke to his large male war horse, patting it on the head as he reached the towns edge. Hundreds of tents were spread out before him as he looked upon the field that held nearly the full force of his hedge knight army. Looking to the south he could see the last hundred approaching on horse, lead by one of Roland's most trusted captains and friends, Ser John the Giant. He was middle aged and looked stoic in every sense of the word, bald with a large beard, easily standing a head taller than Roland, likely seven feet tall a true mountain of a man. A maul strapped to his back, a two handed weapon for most men but one he could use in a single hand on horseback due to his immense strength. Sadly however the man, even with his skill and experience wasn't nearly graceful enough to go toe to toe with the best warriors of Westeros, though he could easily power through the defense of nearly all of them.


Riding towards John he would come in close, standing on his stirrups he would lean in to strike the barrel chested man on the chest, a loud thud echoing out as knuckle collided with ribs. Seeming unfazed he simply smirked before letting out a low chuckle "Yer lucky I'm in a good mood cub" he spoke in a thick northern accent, saying the name he gave Roland as a child very openly, making it obvious that he was something akin to an uncle to Roland. "And you're lucky I'm not in a rush you slow bastard" Roland spoke with a smile as he circled around John to trot back to the camp where his knights seemed to be gathering their supplies, bringing their tents down and packing them away. "If I wasn't so sure you had giants blood in you I would have kicked your turtle ass out of my company a long time ago" Roland continued to speak as John followed. The large man letting out a booming laugh that could probably be heard a league away he'd nudge Roland on the shoulder, able to nearly push him off his mount even though it was only meant as a playful action, showing just how monumental the mans strength must be.


Waiting for his knights to finish packing and mount Roland and John would proceed at the front of the formation. Soon crossing the border between the Crownlands and Westerlands they decided they would visit a few castles between there and Casterly Rock. Not stay there however, they only wished for the lords of such places to notify the Lannisters that they were coming in force, but also in peace. After all, seeing an army of nearly a thousand mounted knights entering your land could easily be seen as threatening. This way the knights would have a simple time making their way to their desired location, following the Goldroad to make the journey as quick as possible and encounters with bandits less common.

 

[WanderingJester]

Near the border of the Reach and Westerlands, Goldroad, The Reach.





"Ser Martyn? You should see this."


Martyn turned to see one of the convoy guards talking to him as they rode forward. The man at arms walked quickly along the relatively slow pace of Martyn's horse. The commander of the security turned and saw some type of commotion to the rear. The Mountain Lion, along with the two Lionsguard flanking him, turned their horses and road to the back of the Lannister delegation the steadily went up the Goldroad back to Casterly Rock. After a few seconds of moving, Martyn went to the spot where a cluster of guards had gathered with their weapons out in case trouble was coming.


In the distance there was a dust cloud being kicked up, as though a party of some sort was riding hard in their direction. From the yelling to the rear of the convoy behind them, the vanguard of the pursuers was already upon them. However, judging from the lack of screaming and cursing that usually came with men killing one another, it seemed that this was, at least at present, a peaceful situation. Still, not wanting to take anything for granted, Martyn pulled out his long sword as well as his shield, leaving the two handed broadsword strapped to his back, while the two Lionsguard flanking him did the same with their weapons.


Together they waited for the arrival of whomever was coming, though while some men seemed nervous as all had their weapons out, Martyn's face was more of a mask of indifference.


@Leusis

 

[Spacing Out]

Queen Kuvira

Kuvira stood in her room as her ladies in waiting, assisted her in putting on her crown and fixing her hair. She haven't slept well in days, her father's passing and her attempted assassination seemed to run through her mind constantly. Luckily her lack of sleep didn't show... Yet.


For the past few days she convinced herself even more that she couldn't trust anyone, not even the ones she held close to her. "So kuvira, are you thinking about finding a suitor?" One of her ladies, Leyla, asked as she pushed through her Queen's hair. "I have just went through so many conflicts recently and you expect me to think about marriage? Anyways no one in their right mind would want to be betrothed to the mad king's daughter." She said smiling. Her ladies in waiting weren't only servants but the friends she grew up with as a child. She had more trust for them than she did for her own kin since they swore their loyalty to kuvira before she even became queen.


When she was prepped. She walked out of her chambers surrounding her. Queenguards not far away. "Did the baratheons receive my apology for the dungeon occurrence from before." One of the ladies nodded." Yes my lady, I'm sure they will understand."


"Good. After the lords are feed and satisfied I want them to be in the council room. I want everything to be finished quickly. I have other things to attend to." The ladies nodded before Leyla left to inform the lords of what is to come. Kuvira looked towards a guard before commanding. "Can you please instruct Princess Deanna to meet with me before the meeting begins. I must discuss some importance to her." The guard soon left as Kuvira headed towards the dining hall.

​

 

[Leusis]

Tortting down the road with John the Giant and eight other knights Roland would stick his finger in John's ear as he chuckled and road ahead, just barely out of the reach of the mountain of a man. "Ye little shit!" John growled towards Roland as he shook a meaty fist towards him "Yer lucky I see ye as me own!". Roland turned his head to the bald headed giant "And you're lucky I don't shave that nasty beard off your face while you sleep old man" he japed towards the older man. "Touch me beard and I'll clout your head right of yer shoulders" John said much to the amusement of Roland who slowed down to let John catch up before holding out a hand. "Truce?" Roland questioned, John smiling and reaching for his hand before gripping it tightly and pulling the younger man clean off his horse.


Crashing against the ground Roland growled as he tried to get his bearings, standing and then dusting himself off. John laughed loudly, nearly falling off his own horse as he looked back at the now dusty Roland. "Serves ye right ye cub" he spoke, jabbing at Roland's ego as he slowly climbed back onto his horse "Oh, ha ha". Climbing back into his saddle Roland's eyes darted forward up a slight hill, spotting what seemed to be a moderately sized convoy. And from this distance he could just barely spot the Lannister banners, as well as many of those belonging to their bannermen. "By the gods, it seems this trip just got a lot shorter. Sending his heels into his horses sides it began galloping down the road. "Stop!" John yelled after him, knowing that the convoy would likely take him as some sort of threat.


Coming closer Roland was easily able to spot a few men-at-arms forming up in the back of the convoy, spears at the ready. Looking back it seemed like John and his others knights were in no hurry to catch up, as all of them charging up the hill would likely only make things worse. Slowing down considerably he would yell to the guards "I mean no harm, I only wish to speak with the Lannisters!". Only seconds later had Roland closed the distance, leaving only ten or so feet between him and the guards. One of them spoke quietly as he eyed Roland "Oh fuck, its Roland Wilds" he sayed as he spotted the three grey trees on a blue background that once was his familys coat of arms. It wasn't surprising that a Lannister guard would know of him, as after all, he had fought alongside many of them only three short years ago. He and Martyn cutting down swaths of men who dared come anywhere near Tiber on the battlefield, though often sent in on the charge against enemy forces.


Spotting Martyn approaching from behind the guards Roland simply chuckled as he spoke "Martyn fucking Lannister". Looking the young man up and down as if he had spotted a lion leading a pack of sheep, including his damn Lionguard who Roland thought were only sheep with claws. Personally Roland believed that his own knights would be more than a match for the Lionguard, but alas their would be no way to validate suck a claim unless he happened to fight against the Lannisters one day.

 

[General_warNpeace]

Deanna: The Red Keep


Mayi helped Deanna get dressed in silence and had just tied the silver ribbon within her hair when a knock caught there attention. Standing from her vanity Deanna ran her hands over her dress to ensure there was no wrinkles before straightening up. "Yes?"


"A guard is here for you Princess. Sent by your sister to bring you to her." Dominic rumbled as he opened the door. Behind him the blond head of a guard could barely be seen. Sharing a glance with Mayi Deanna nodded and without another word left her chambers and silently followed the guard. Dominic fell into step behind her and Mayi hurried within her room to hide any evidence of her findings. The guard left once she arrived at the dining room and Domic stood guard at the door. Painting a smile onto her face as she entered Deanna took her seat at the table and as her breakfast was set before her inquired about the guard. She locked away all her new knowledge so she could speak to her sister with a clear mind. "Hello, Queen sister not that I am not eager for the first meal of the day as any but surely a guard was not needed to escort me."


@Robyn Banks

 

[WanderingJester]

Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands.


As Tiber met with Lawsen, the guard admitted another servant, this time of the castle. She was well dressed, though didn't have the prettiest of faces, as there was a bit of fat there. Still she executed a perfect curtsy in front of Tiber and the others before delivering her message. "The Queen would like to have the audience of her lords at this time in the council room, if my Lord Lannister would be so kind as to follow me, her Grace awaits." Tiber raised his eyebrows, then looked over to Wilhelm and Ser Tidus. His cousin looked surprised that the Queen asked for their presence so soon, while Tidus had a look of suspicion on his face. The Lion of Lannister turned and looked at Lawsen Clegane.


"Well it looks as if our meeting must conclude now Lord Clegane. Do take heed of my words however. I must attend to her Grace." With that he nodded at the servant girl. "After you my lady." The servant girl blushed but curtsied again and walked out of the room, followed by Tiber, Wilhelm and Ser Tidus, along with the two guards by the door. They traveled down various corridors before arriving at their destination, during which more Lannister guards joined Tiber's company. Outside of the room though, the Lord of Casterly Rock waved off the majority of the guards, expecting them to wait outside, while the three men walked in.


Seeing as he was the first to arrive, Tiber sat down at one of the empty chairs on the table. Wilhelm stood at attention slightly behind Tiber, while Tidus did a quick sweep of the room, before shaking his head to confirmed that nothing suspicious was there and taking his place by Wilhelm's side. With that, the trio waited in silence for the other lords as well as the Queen to arrive.


_________________


Near the border of the Reach and Westerlands, Goldroad, The Westerlands.


Martyn looked calmly as the riders caught up, seeing that they were hedge knights. Specifically, they were Roland Wilds' hedge knights. There had been many speculations between men when they thought Martyn wasn't looking about who would win in a fight. The Mountain Lion never gave much thought to such talks, as he had better things to do than to indulge in gossip or lay around lazying the day away. However he also seen firsthand how damn well Roland Wilds fought, and the young man adjusted the grip on his long sword and shield before riding in front of his men. Martyn had heard the man who spoke out loud before, and mentally made a note to discipline the man later. If the soldier can't even hold his tongue in a potential combat situation, he can't be trusted to hold his own prick should his life depend on it, let alone a spear or a sword or a shield.


Looking to Roland, Martyn called out to the other warrior in an informal fashion, knowing that Wilds could give a rat's ass about formality. Which is why he'll never rule one of the Seven. One can only gather so much support from the swing of one's arm, but then again, in that field, Tiber bests the both of them combined. "What do you want Wilds? Last I check our business concluded two years ago. Did someone hire you to hit this convoy?" Martyn knew that the odds aren't good if that's the case. He might be able to hold Wilds and his vanguard, but there was no way the convoy could make it to Deep Den before the rest of the company overtook them, let alone Casterly Rock. However, he also knew that if Wilds was here to fight, they would already be crossing swords. Just like Martyn, the hedge knight don't see much point in conversing with dead men on the battlefield.


Behind them, the convoy moved along the Goldroad, slowly but surely.


@Leusis

 

[Spacing Out]

Queen Kuvira

A servant whispered into her ear that the food and beverage was safe. Kuvira smiled and nodded towards her servant, giving him permission to leave. She suddenly heard her sisters voice speaking to her. She took a sip prior to looking at her sister."Of course he wasn't necessary, I just needed to speak to you and he was one way of ensuring that you got the message. Please seat I need to speak with you." She said beckoning her over. Kuvira didn't feel the need to smile since this matter was important anyways. "I have to tell you quickly since the lords, our waiting for the meeting I set up."

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@Crimson smile

 

[General_warNpeace]

Deanna: The Red Keep


Face smoothing into a serious look at her sisters tone Deanna nodded even as a trindle of trepidation curled in her stomach. Taking her appetite with it. I hope she hasn't discovered my search. With recent events I had hope that she would be to busy to notice. Sipping at her tea to ensure her lack of appatite wasn't noticed Deanna spoke. "Of course dear sister. What is it you wish to speak to me about?"


@Robyn Banks

 

[Leusis]

@WanderingJester


Roland chuckled as Martyn spoke after making his way in front. "I would've thought you knew me better than that Martyn. Attacking a convoy of women and children is not work I enjoy taking, especially against future potnetial employers. After all, I know how your older brother loves to make trouble, and men like me often get handsomely payed when men like him get impatient". smiling towards Martyn, Roland would trott a bit closer "In fact, i've come here looking for exactly that. From what I've heard it seems Tiber is building up quite the force and I've come along to see if he'll accept what I have to offer him". Looking over his shoulder he took note that his companions had caught up with him before turning back to Martyn. "If you could take me to your older brother that would be fantastic. Perhaps we could even talk about or recent battles while we trott along towards him?".


It was likely strange to the soldiers around to see Roland, a mere hedge knight talking to a member of the Lannister family in such an informal fashion. But in fact this is how Roland spoke to everybody, and sure some took it as disrespect, but few if any ever acted on it, fearing they would lose a hand or their head to Roland's blade if they tried to punish him. However this was not something he ever wished to come to pass between him and Martyn. In fact he quite liked the young man, as he was one of the few lords who actually had the sword arm to back up their talk, and further more he didn't open his mouth unless it was needed, unlike many of the fat and lazy lords Roland had dealings with.

 

[WanderingJester]

Near the border of the Reach and Westerlands, Goldroad, The Westerlands.


Martyn shrugged as he put away his shield and used his hand to lower one of his guard's crossbow away from the hedge knights. "It's been two years. People change." With that he sheathed his sword. Again, if Wilds was here to kill them, they would already be fighting. The man wasn't one for subtly or deception, but he can swing his sword so that at the end of the day, he would be the one walking to the nearest brothel and you would take the one way trip with the Stranger. Taking his lead, the other Lannister guards lower their combat stances and began putting away their weapons before some of them turned and headed back to the convoy now getting a bit further ahead.


Looking at Roland, Martyn continued in his leveled voice. "Can't do that Wilds, Lord Lannister tasked me with guarding the convoy to the Westerlands, specifically our family members back to Casterly Rock. If you want the Lord of Casterly Rock, you'll just have turn around and ride back to King's Landing. He's caught up with some request from the new Dragon Queen." Martyn began to turn his horse in order to ride back to the convoy. "We are gathering a force in light of the coming storm, but Lord Edwyn Lannister of Lannisport is in command until Lord Lannister returns, so if you want to talk to employment now, you can do so with him. Now if there's nothing else, I must be off."


@Leusis