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[Spacing Out]

Queen Kuvira

"As you know the castle is not as safe as it use to be with the rumors of father's murder and the recent assassinations. It would be best of you pursued your desire to travel." She paused taking another sip of her beverage prior to looking back at her sister. "You will have a crew with a ship, bring prepped as we speak and I am verifying this with your lady, Mayi, as we speak. It's not safe for you here so I expect you understand why I'm doing things so soon... I need you to choose a knight or noble of some kind to guard you through your travels. Someone you trust."

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@Crimson smile

 

[Leusis]

@WanderingJester


"People indeed change" Roland spoke after Martyn turned away from him, a grin forming on his face. "But I do not" he said as he continued to follow the man, regardless of if he was trying to get away from him or not. "I've come here to speak with Tiber about important business and I intend to do so on good terms. So I shall wait for his return to the Westerlands, and in good faith I'll even offer my mens services in protecting your convoy, free of charge of course". Speaking while his grin turned into a smile, riding past Martyn and further up the line of carriages, looking in to each as he attempted to spot Celena. "John, gather the men and bring them forward and have them join the convoy in as strategic of positions as you can find for them, and make sure they don't crowd the carriages, as I'm sure the nobles want their space!" he yelled to his captain. The bear of a man quickly turrning his horse around he would gallop down the path, intent on returning with Roland's full force to help protect the Lannisters. Worried for a moment that such a large host could be a big target for bandits he quickly shrugged it off, for what group of bandits would be so crazy as to attack a convoy with hundreds of knights protecting it? Furthermore he did not expect Martyn to stop him and his men, for what lord in their right mind wouldn't want a practical army of knights protecting their family and bannermen?


Eventually however, unless stopped Roland would ride up beside the carriage that held Celena within it. Tapping at its side to try and get the attention of those within it he would focus his own on Celena, smiling when she turned her head. It had been just as long since he had seen the girl, but Roland was confident she would be at least slightly glad to see him. After all he had always treated her as kindly as possible whenever he got the opportunity to speak with her, which wasn't very often. He had also not attempted to force any kind of affection onto the young woman as most knights likely would have, given the chance. He merely spoke to her as an equal and let his own sense of humor shine, a humor many nobles did not like very well or understand, but Roland himself couldn't tell if Celena was one of them. "Greeting m'lady, it has been some time since I have gotten a chance to meet you or your brother hasn't it?".

 

[General_warNpeace]

Deanna: The Red Keep


Is this really for my safety? Deanna wondered as she stared at her sister with wide eyes. Or does she wish to get me far away so that I can't reveal her bastard status. No, if she was doing that then she wouldn't allow me to bring Mayi. She is honestly doing this for my safety. Closing her eyes in resignation Deanna nodded in acknowledgment as her stomach turned to lead. She is my sister and I still remember growing up with her but can I honestly allow her to sit on the throne? Perhaps if she proves to be a good queen I can look past her hair color. Opening her eyes she took another sip of her tea suddenly wishing it was cool water as the hot liquid did nothing to help her dry mouth. Looking back up at her sister she met her eyes. "You know my standing on leaving when other's seek to hurt our family. However, I also see that you shall not allow me to stay. If you would allow it I would like to take Ser Dominic. He is originally from Essos and I believe he shall prove to be a invaluable guard and guide."


@Robyn Banks

 

[JustWhipIt]

Storm's End, The Stormlands


After a period of much needed rest, Braedon found himself reinvigorated, in a much better state than he was in a few days ago. He was pleased to discover the news that the remainder of his bannermen would be released from King's Landing, possibly along with his siblings. However, he still held bitter feelings towards the Queen - along with a good portion of Westeros now, so it seemed. While the events could've played out a lot worse than they had, there was no doubt tension building up in the Seven Kingdoms. It was clear that a Targaryen had no place on their throne - one of them was bound to drive the entire continent into chaos sooner or later. Even to this day, no formal apology had been issued for the execution of Osmund Baratheon.


Sitting behind his desk, Braedon caught a glimpse of the letter out of the corner of his eye, having neglected it for some time now. Deciding that he didn't want to further burden himself at the time, he had it set aside ever since he received it from the maester's hands. Picking up the roll of parchment, he found his eyes lingering on the dragon seal that held it together. There wasn't much of an excuse to delay opening it anymore. Clenching his jaw, the Baratheon unrolled the paper, immediately reading the contents inside.


Kuvira Targaryen was a bastard.


Braedon was unable to contain his grin. Finally, it had arrived. The nail in the Queen's coffin, delivered by her very own bastard brother. The letter may very well have been a forgery or false, but it was enough. Its legitimacy wasn't important - it was an excuse for the overthrowing of the Targaryens nonetheless. With this knowledge, rumors were bound to rise and spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms. The list of Kuvira's supporters would dwindle to a fraction of its original. Recalling his own ancestry, the Lord of Storm's end was amused to find that he had a stronger argument for deserving to sit on the Iron Throne than any of the "Targaryen" children. All due to a grandmother he had few memories of.


Braedon didn't care much about Viserys' threats to reclaim Westeros. He'd let him run his mouth for now. Once Westeros was united under a better ruler, the bastard would be no match for the Seven Kingdoms. Even at this time, nobody in their right mind would support a bastard across the seas.


Setting the letter to the side, Braedon was quick to grab the quill and ink on the table, as well a piece of parchment. Carefully thinking through his words, he transcribed them onto the paper. Once he had finished one, he immediately started on another. Not long after, the second was completed as well. After sealing them, Braedon got up and scooped them into his hands. Exiting the room, the lord smiled to himself once again. He'd find the maester and have his ravens deliver his messages.


His plans had been set in motion. And all he needed was some cooperation.


Relevant Letters

To the People of Westeros,


Nobles Lords. Honorable knights. Smallfolk and ladies, hear my words and rise! Queen Kuvira has no claim on the Iron Throne, she is more Water than Targaryen. Princess Aerea is more of the same, and Deanna is but a girl. Your true king is returning to Westeros, returning to King's Landing. Viserys Blackfyre has risen in the East and now is making his way to the Seven Kingdoms to reclaim what is rightfully his, as the eldest son of the late Good King Maeryns. Every man from lord to peasant has sworn a sacred oath before their gods to serve the Dragon. King Viserys would call upon you to prove yourselves true, do not bend your knee to the impostors!


Those who swear an oath of loyalty to the Golden Dragon will be rewarded. Sit with the Water sisters and be destroyed.

To Queen Kuvira,


I must apologize for leaving your coronation on a rather short notice. Given the circumstances, I hope you understand that my actions were necessary. However, I am writing to you to discuss a much more crucial matter. As you may or may not have been made aware of, your true lineage has come to light - unfortunately rendering your claim to the throne illegitimate. I trust that you will respect our law of inheritance and cede the throne willingly. If not, I am afraid to say that I shall have to come and take what is mine by less diplomatic means. May you make the correct decision.


Ours is the Fury.


Braedon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, and Stag of the People

To Lord Tadhg Stark,


I have dreaded this moment since the execution of my father, but the time has finally come. I have been made aware of the fact that Kuvira and Aerea Targaryen are merely bastards who hold no claim to the throne. To the extent of my knowledge, Daenna is trueborn, but we all know that a Targaryen is unfit for the Iron Throne. Unfortunately, the dragons will not give up their position easily. I ask of you, as a friend and ally, to join me in overthrowing the madmen that have plagued the Seven Kingdoms for too long. Furthermore, Viserys Waters plans on returning to Westeros in an attempt to claim the throne himself. If we are to strike, we must do it quickly - and soon. If we are successful, I assure that your support will not go unrewarded.


Braedon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, and Stag of the People

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Spoken by King Viserys Blackfyre, First of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm and Captain- General of the Golden Company.​

Transcribed by Maester Hake.

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@TheAncientCenturion


@Robyn Banks

 

[WanderingJester]

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





Martyn rolled his eyes at Roland's behavior. Wilds always had a thing for theatrics. Following the hedge knight forward and still flanked by the Lionsguards, he watched as those of Roland's company who were present already spread out to help cover the convoys, while the commander himself rode up to the carriages and began peaking in, looking for his sister in all probability. Martyn didn't wish to come to arms with Wilds, but there were days when he thought he might have to in order to defend Celena's honor. Fortunately the Lion Maid had always been polite in return, and so the Mountain Lion followed the Iron-Blood Knight forward, and grimaced slightly as he tapped on the window of the carriage that Celena sat within.


The lion maid had just been in the middle of a pleasant conversation with her future sister-in-law when a tap on the window drew their attention. Of course Celena had done her best to distract Leanne in order to take her mind off of Tiber back in King's Landing. She had actually been somewhat successful in the past hour when Roland caught a glimpse of her through the curtains. The carriages were designed to keep those outside out and insulated from the valuable packages within, and thus came with thick curtains on the windows. Celena didn't know how Roland managed to see her but nonetheless it would be impolite now to ignore the man, and so she opened the curtains and window slightly, so that they may converse without swinging it wide open.


Celena had minimal contact with Roland, at least as the Lion Maid, during the Tarbeck-Reynes Rebellion. What times she did he was polite, if a bit curt, with her, and so she didn't knew what his intentions were in regards to her own personages. Celena did know he was important within her brother's army, and so decided to get a better picture of him after donning on some armor. The few times she did get close as the Suntear Knight, he seemed a cruel man, but never actually said anything immoral about her, unlike some of his companions. So when the hedge knight rode up to her window, she gave him a polite smile, not dissimilar to one she would give to another noble that she wasn't personally acquainted with. "Ah Ser Roland, this is a pleasant surprise. It has been a while, something like two years? I trust you are well?"


@Leusis

 

[Leusis]

"I am indeed well" he spoke in a ploite tone, putting on a coat of chivalry and nobility as he spoke to the young lady, trying not to seem like a commoner, which he technically was. But in all actuality his former house was just as old as the Lannisters themselves, and would have been just as well respected if it weren't for the Tyrell's. Due to his ancestory he was of course taught by his father how to act around nobles, but years spent on the road with hedge knight slowly chipped away at his sense of nobility until he had completely shed it during every day life. "I hope you are as well, along with your companions" he spoke as he glanced around at each of the other individuals inside the carriage. Spotting one woman in particular that seemed slightly distressed he recognized her as Tiber's betrothed, something he only knew due to the many lords he dealt with on a very frequent basis.


Focusing his attention on her he would use what little knowledge he had of Tiber's location and her apparent distress to put two and two together. "M'lady, I assure you Lord Tiber is fine, after all, the man is more cunning than half the rats in Kings Landing combined". Giving her a sincere smile to try and raise her spirits however slightly he could. Roland always having a soft spot for women and children he truly wished for her to be happy, after all, Roland had never taken a job that involved killing any women or children, though he had been forced to harm them on rare occasions. These actions easily haunting him during the night more than the countless faces of men hes slaughtered with steel and fist. This was perhaps because Roland was able to dehumanize the men hes killed as hes always seen them as little more than vicious animals, as every single one that has tasted his blade had fought back. And even though Roland was little more than a mercenary he still had his code of ethics, never willing to kill a defenseless man.

 

[WanderingJester]

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





Celena continued with her smile, somewhat appreciative that Wilds had been well mannered with her. She could practically sensed Kylie swooning next to her for the hedge knight, but ignored her handmaiden. "That is good to hear. After all the road and the world can be unpleasant to even the most innocent of individuals, wouldn't you agree?" She held out her hand, and Kylie quickly passed an empty cup to the Lion Maid, filling it with water from a water skin. Raising the cup to her lips, Celena took a sip without looking away from Wilds, as it would be rude to interrupt the conversation. She continued, "We are as well as can be, after the debacle that occurred at the coronation ceremony, excuse me." She placed a hand over her mouth, as though she had just had the urge to yawn or burp, but her face gave no indication of which. In reality she just thought she could have used a more polite word than "debacle." After a bit she went on. "As I was saying, after the interruption at the coronation, we all wished to return home safely. Unfortunately, as you can see, we are missing some of our company."


At Roland's words, Leanne glared at him with her bloodshot eyes. Apparently she had taken what he said the wrong way. "I will thank you ser to not compare my betrothed, the Lion of Lannister and the Warden of the West, with the rats in that filthy city," the Lady Brax said lowly, almost in a hiss, at Roland, even as she narrowed her eyes at him.


@Leusis

 

[Leusis]

Roland nodded to Celena's words, soaking them in and hanging on her every word, just as a hedge knight should when speaking to a lady of such high birth. However, Leanne seemed to be in even worse of a mood than he had expected, and perhaps Tiber's situation was even worse than he had assumed. "Over course Lady Brax, I'm sure rats, not even in the thousands could ever compare to the likes of a golden lion" in an attempt to recoil his previous words before they infected the enraged ladies mind so much as to have her dislike Roland. Considering she could very well be his employer at some time in the future, it was always a good idea to keep lords and ladies of her stature pleased.


Returning his attention to Celena he would focus on her for a moment, trying to dig a bit deeper into what exactly happen at the Red Keep, though he was not stupid enough to demand such information. "Is that so? What exactly took place in the keep if you don't mind me asking Lady Celena?" he spoke in a curious tone, obviously intrigued by the whole thing. At this time however John had given Roland's knights their orders and they were beginning to trickle in and form up around the convoy. John himself rode up next to Martyn, riding beside him as he spoke, looking at Roland leaning down to speak with whoever was in the carriage. "Ser Martyn" he said with a nod "Has the lad caused any trouble yet?" he asked, knowing that Roland often spoke out of turn to the wrong individuals. If Martyn cared to look upon John he would likely notice he was easily seven feet in height and somewhere along the lines of 25 stones in weight and built like an ox.

 

[WanderingJester]

Near Deep Den, Goldroad, The Westerlands.


Leanne huffed and stared out of the other side of the carriage, ignoring Roland after his apology and backtrack. Celena gave a concerned look to Leanne, before turning back to Roland with a somewhat apologetic look for the broach in manners. "Please excuse my dear friend. She's quite stressed right now with my older brother still stuck in the capital." She then reached back, and Kylie handed her a fan. The Lion Maid then proceeded to fan herself cool politely. "Oh it was horrible. Some servant girl dressed in a Storm Lord's colors tried to kill her Grace and her sisters all at once, with a knife and poisoned wine no less! The Queensguard managed to stop her before she did any harm, but the knight took his sword and..." Celena's voice trailed off and she pretended to be quite upset by the experience, letting tears well in her eyes and using her fan to cover her face. Kylie taking the cue, patted on her matron's arm.


"There, there Lady Celena, enough of that bloody business, why don't we work on our stitching?" She handed over some works in progress, and Celena thanked her before starting the stitching again, looking at that while addressing Roland.


"I'm sorry Ser Roland. I'm but a simple lady, not accustomed to the sight of blood. The whole affair had left me a bit... unsettled."


Back behind Roland, Martyn rode with almost a smile on his face. He knew very well that Celena had seen blood, and drew blood from men she had slain with her own hands. However it was at times like this that he admired her skills to act the part she was in. When one of Roland's companions, John, rode next to him, Martyn gave no indication that he cared, but spoke up when the man spoke to him, if only for civility. "Well considering we haven't crossed swords yet, I would have to say Wilds haven't caused any trouble as of right now. Rest assured that might change very quickly depend on what and how he speaks to my sister. Until then, we appreciate your leader's generosity." The man was half a head taller than Martyn, and possibly a half dozen stones heavier than the Mountain Lion, but again, if Martyn gave any indication he cared, he shown none.


@Leusis

 

[Leusis]

Roland nearly sighed at the actions of Leanne but held it in and all indication that her unfocused anger annoyed him slightly. Though of course showing even slight annoyance with her could easily bring the ire of Tiber Lannister upon him, something he definitely didn't want. Listening as Celena spoke she seemed quite upset, even too upset Roland thought for an instant, though that thought was quickly forgotten the moment tears appeared in Celena's eyes. Any slight fragment of question he had towards the legitimacy of her words thrown out the window at the mere sight of a woman in distress. "I apologize that you had to witness such an act" he spoke as he reached into the pack on the back of his horse, pulling out the cleanest handkerchief Celena had likely ever seen a knight carry on their person during travel. Offering it to the lioness he would simply wait for her to accept or deny it. "Though sadly I believe it is likely not the last time you will see such things, as a storm seems to be gathering over Westeros" he spoke truthfully to the girl, not wanting to fill her with false hopes of brave men keeping her away from every atrocity that might come her way. "I do see strength in you however, just as there is strength in your brothers, you will weather the storm I am sure" he spoke, having always seen a glint of something within her that made her different from most ladies, but something that eluded him regardless of how much he thought on it.


"Ye don't have to worry about Roland talking bad to your sister Ser Martyn, that lads never had it in him to hurt a woman, not with words or hands. Hell when the boy was still a kid he'd get kicked around by girls in the towns we'd visit just because he refused to hit them back. Kicked a lot of wee boys asses though". John finishing his sentence chuckled, the kind of an old man remembering when his kids were still young and unable to fend for themselves. "Ye ever have to hit a woman?" he asked Martyn as he turned to look at him in his saddle, a question that wasn't very oppropriate for a lord, but one John didn't mind asking another knight.

 

[WanderingJester]

Near Deep Den, Goldroad, The Westerlands.





The convoys just passed Deep Den, and House Lydden's party gladly went back to their seat. When they offered their homes to their overlords though, the Lannister party declined, stating a need to move on to Casterly Rock as soon as possible. Lady Leanne had been asked by one of the knights if she wished to accompany another party north towards her current home of Hornvale, but the Brax politely declined, opting to head to her future home at Casterly Rock instead. The convoys continued forward, through the hilly and mountainous region that marked the outer Westerlands.


Celena politely declined the handkerchief, gesturing to her own but thanking the hedge knight. It would not do for her to accept even a token gesture of kindness to a relative stranger, especially one that might be in her brother's employ soon. So, dabbing her eyes slightly with her own, the Lion Maid gave a thankful smile to Roland. "Thank you for your kind and honest words Ser Roland. I too can sense some disturbances over the horizon, but knows not what it is. I hope that you are right in your views of me, and I take heart in knowing that my brothers both do their best to help see our house through these troubled times." Celena saw that she had almost given up the game through overacting, and used it to reign in so of her expressions, focusing now on the stitching in her nimble and soft hands.


Martyn continued to observe Roland's conversation with his sister, despite hearing John's words to him. The Mountain Lion replied, "Perhaps not intentionally, but then again I've never much cared for men's intentions, only their actions and results." At the larger man's question, he rode forward, bobbing slightly due to the terrain. "I assumed you remembered what happened at Tarbeck Hall when our forces stormed the breached gates don't you? As well as my lord brothers orders about all the Tarbecks and Reynes that had hold out within?" He didn't answer the man's question, just referring back to the day that both House Tarbeck and House Reyne's line ended at the hands of the Lannisters.


@Leusis

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Rookery, Red Keep, King's Landing

POV: Gelgin Arryn

Gelgin chewed over his thoughts as he hobbled, the distinctive sound of his gait ringing through the tower as he made his way past another floor and up to the top, to the Rookery. He'd looked for Grand Maester Vladan everywhere but here, and here was the only other likely place he would be. Thud thud click, thud thud click, thud thud click. The next staircase came up, and he took it in turn, careful not to lose his balance.


As he walked, he thought back to a few hours ago. Laura had found Trevir leaning up against the wall of a nearby tower, hiding from his fears. He'd been entirely unaware of the events that had transpired recently. Of how the Queen had very nearly died at the hands of an assassin. He'd taken it rather well, all things considered. Gelgin sent him home, which hadn't taken much convincing. He would have insisted Laura go, too, but that would have taken rather more. In the end, it hadn't been worth the hassle, so he just let her stay.


The rookery door came into view as he neared the top of the stairs. It seemed there was something of a commotion up there. He recognised the general gist of the sound, too. A letter was coming in, unless he was sorely mistaken. He tapped the door with his cane, signalling his presence. With luck, he'd be able to even get a game of Cyvasse out of Vladan.


@TheAncientCenturion

 

[Leusis]

"Yes, your brothers seem very competent in their work, and I'm sure they will se your house through these troubled times. However, Martyn seems more concerned about you more than anything seeing as he is watching my every move while I am close to you". Gesturing with his head towards Martyn who road closely behind. "I'm sure you two are very close, as he seems to be very protective towards you" he spoke with a smile, obviously happy that Celena had somebody so capable to defend her from harm, as he would personally wish none upon any woman. Except maybe the new queen if she ended up like her father, Roland thought to himself for a moment. After all, ones gender should not be their shield against the rightful vengeance of scorned friends and family. "Do tell though" Roland spoke as he gestured towards the east, back in the direction of King Landing. "What has your eldest brother been up to since I last left his service?".


John frowned as he remembered what had taken place at Tarbeck Hall only three years prior. He had not been there personally as he had been sent with a small group of nights to assure the companies next job was in line the moment Roland and his knights left Tiber's service. But he had heard plenty from Roland himself about how Tiber didn't even flinch when giving the order to cut down the members of house Reyne and Tarbeck, including the women and children. And it seemed that Tiber's own brother was the onne to carry out the deed, rending flesh with his blade without even missing a beat. Truly the Lannister men must have been of a different sort to commit such acts and still be able to sleep well at night. And with the thought of that slaughter now fresh in his mind John would simply slow his horse to allow Martyn to trot ahead. "Indeed I do remember. A pleasure speaking with you, but I must assure the men aren't pissing off the lords and ladies" John spoke as he turned his horse and galloped away.

 

[TheAncientCelt]

Rookery, Red Keep, King's Landing


Ever since the attempted assassination on the Queen and her royal sister, Vladan found himself busier then ever. Not even the unfortunate demise of Good King Maeryn had caused him so much work. The Gold Cloaks brought plenty of suspects in for interrogation and the Grand Maester was present for most if not all of them. He gave the torturers, as there was no point in disguising what it actually was, concoctions and poisons meant to weaken the will of men. At the end of each session they learned plenty, but less and little of the attack on Kuvira. It was frustrating to say the least. Ladies that witnessed the brutality flooded his private quarters for days after, complaining of being unable to sleep due in part of the Dornish woman's cut open corpse. He assumed her Dornish, for her skin was darker then any Westerosi he'd seen, her voice was exotic as well, or so some servants divulged after hours in the Black Cells.


Business with the ravens increased ten fold. Houses large and small were sent letters, the Grand Maester began to demand they renew oaths of loyalty to their sworn lords and the crown. Some questioned his authority to do so, but the small council was in shambles, broken up between regimes and the new queen still green in her years of ruling. Vladan understood what was required of him, even if onlookers did not. The Grand Maester had just sent out three ravens to Dorne, demanding an apology and their appearance at court. Vladan would work on the Iron Islands next, but the ironborn were fickle. 'We may need to borrow Tiber's fleet, if we want to command their respect.' The laugh lines on his face deepened with a scowl. If there was anything in this world they respected, it was power.


The squawking of a fresh raven filled the rookery, taking residence of an empty cage furthest from the center of the room. Vladan was ready to dismiss the bird altogether, if not a sense of importance came over this particular raven. His gaze lingered on it, icy orbs near memorizing every feature it held. 'Had it come from the south?' He seemed to be just that. 'Be it Sunspear or Storm's End, this letter holds great importance.' In an instant he was on top of the raven, opening the letter carrier and removing the scroll. His face hardened at the seal of the crowned stag. 'Braedon.' The Baratheon heir should of been plucked from this earth alongside his father. He had warned Maeryn just that. 'Hot headed and small minded, he'll tear apart the south for petty vengeance.' He held the paper, pondering over if he should open it. 'It would be easy to, the duty of the grand maester is to serve the realm. This young upstart will hurt us all in his quests.' There were some lines he wouldn't cross, and with a sigh he slipped it inside his sleeve, into a hidden pocket in his brown cloak. Alongside the other letter, awaiting the proper time to inform her grace of them. 'At her next small council meeting, mayhaps.' A knock on his door stirred Vladan from his musings. "Enter."


The Unkillable man did just that, cane in hand and labored steps. Gelgin was one of the few men Vladan felt himself gravitating towards. He was a sharp mind, proving much and more that armies and brutal strengths do not keep a land safe, as he'd shown in his Vale. His crooked lips shifted into what resembled a smile. "Lord Hand what may I do for you?" Gelgin wasn't a bad choice for hand, Vladan would be the first to admit. 'I'd make a better hand, however.' There was jealousy for Gelgin in equal amounts to the respect Vladan held for him. But the grand maester knew he wouldn't sabotage the realm in his blunders, like others such as Tytos Lannister had. "Has her grace sent for me?" His cold eyes were quick to study him, just as he had the raven before. "Another suspect in the attack, I presume? I'll gather what remedies I have remaining on me. Though it would be wise to save some for the Baratheon girl." He nodded to himself, taking steps closer to the Arryn. "Braedon the breaker of Guest Rights wrote to her grace, the letter arrived not moments ago. I have kept it unbroken, though as many say. Dark wings, dark words." The grand maester personally hated the saying, it was nothing but the useless noise of the low born. He wouldn't deny it fit the situation, though.


@Fezzes

 

[D3lmoniko]

Red fort, King's Landing, Crownlands.


Lawsen looked at the ale that was pushed towards him. With his leather gloves he picks the glass and starts to drink, finishing it in a few gulps. Cleaning his mouth with his forearm, he looks at Tiber, nodding slowly. "I understand, my lord. We will make our way to exit the city if something awful happens." His eyes looked at the girl, smiling a little. He then bowed, nodding. "I thank you for your audience my lord Lannister. Good day."


When Lawsen was alone in the room, he hesitated a little. His hand shook, as he had remembered something.


On the road back to Clegane's Keep, The Westerlands, 2 months ago.


A convoy of people walked on the dirt road, the sun on their back. The yellow banner had 3 dogs on it, and was held by a knight, his horse white as snow. In fornt of him, there were two characters. One was a rather large fellow, who looked both muscular, and fat. His belly almost covered his belt, and his fingers were gripping the harness of his brown horse. His right eye was almost swollen, and his mouth could bee seen to miss some teeth.


"...As a brother, you could've helped me taken on that oaf." The other character was much more skinnier than him, and was wearing a rather darker armor, with an overcoat with the sigil of his house : 3 dogs. He wore leather gloves, and his hair was rather long. His green eyes turned to look at the one who just spoke. "If I hadn't stopped him, we would've been carrying your body back home."


"How can you call yourself a Clegane, pup? You do not have the Clegane wrath, or our strength, or ou-" "I have the wisdom of our grandfather, Layn. Maybe you should have it too. We are sworn bannermen of House Lannister. Lannisport is right next to our home. They could wipe us out if they want to. You listened to what happened to the Traly?" The young Clegane spoke up, as the other soldiers behind him were walking with their heads down. Lawsen looked behind him, seeing the soldiers. He had been a man to care about his people and this was making him furious. He didn't knew who to be more furious of? His brother, or Tiber's brother.


The next moment was filled with the thick and almost snorted laugh of Layn. "All are kid's tales! You really should get your head out of all those books and live in the real shit world." Lawsen was trying to contain his anger. His brother should've kept his eyes in the ground, rethinking his words. But Layn wasn't one to back down. "That whore should've kept her I'm uncultured brother on a leash. Does she even know who we are and what we did?!"


Lawsen stopped his horse, his hands gripped tightly on the harness. "You know, Layn. You are not even worthy of the name Clegane. I don't know what father saw in you! I know who I am, but you are a complete stranger for me. You know what you are? You are an idiot from a house of noble lords, that now is represented by a drunken oaf who got humliated in front of-" At this point, he felt something colliding with his face, throwing him off the horse, in the mud.


Back in the present day, Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands.


Lawsen shook his head, looking behind him. Moving towards the door, he started to slowly hum a rather merry song. A few minutes later, he exited the keep, starting to walk the streets, wanting to head back on The Street of Silk, where his soldiers were waiting. He noticed the boy who was sent by Gendry to tell Tiber. Turning to him, he started to speak up, his voice unchanged and a little too calm. "Go ahead of me and tell Gendry to rally the others. I need to talk to them and organize them. We mustn't let our guard down. Go on, come on." Lawsen flashed a rather cold smile, and the boy ran in the direction of The Street of Silk.


Lawsen decided to take his time walking through the streets, but now he was taking his time. Looking around at the shops, he smiled at a few passes by, his smile kind of cold. He was still thinking of tactics and how to organize his small escort into groups. He had heard about the assassin, and was sure that he would likely strike again. That's why he wanted to warn his soldiers, before he would lose some of them.

 

[WanderingJester]

In House Doggett Territory, Goldroad, The Westerlands.





Celena had a genuine smile at the mention of her larger brother. Martyn was the only one out of the family to actually listened to her, even when she threw teenage fits and very unladylike temper tantrums during her younger years. He always protected her when she needed, and even when she wouldn't admit to anyone but herself that she needed protecting. "Please excuse him Ser Roland, he does seem a bit overprotective at times. However, I wouldn't wish it any other way. Without Martyn, I doubt I would be able to speak with you right now, let alone as a lady with her virtues intact. I thank the Maiden every night for sending such a guardian in my life as well as the Warrior for giving my older brother such skills in battle in my prayers, with respect to you of course good Ser." She stitched a bit as Roland asked his next question, specifically the one about Tiber. Celena could see out of the corner of her eye Leanne stiffened at her betrothed's name, but thankfully kept herself under control and from interrupting their conversation.


"Oh, my Lord Lannister's been busying himself with the reconstruction of the Westerlands, as well as its growth after the terrible affair with House Tarbeck and House Reynes. I'm sure you know of this, being on the front lines, but while it wasn't one of the more devastating wars to have visited the Westerlands, it did do some damage, both physically and within the nobilities ranked under our house. Therefore my lord's been working to stabilize and regrow the region, as well as forming a professional army and navy in light of the Iron Men threat on our coast as well as the turbulent troubles further inland."


Though Martyn took no pride in what he did that day, he had to suppress a smirk on the hedge knight's face. Evidently the man found what had happened distasteful, and he was correct in that. However, in life, one must do what is distasteful in order to complete duty and secure family, and thus the Mountain Lion had no regrets on what befell House Reynes and House Tarbeck. He gave a slight nod of the head as the other large man rode off, and continued to watch Roland as he conversed with his sister in front of them. Should there be anything that required Martyn's attention, that he didn't sense before hand, his Lionsguards would be more than capable of alerting him.


@Leusis

 

[Hypnos]

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros.

Lord Helyon Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill.


I too would see the match take place as soon a possible, though I fear that due to recent events and the abhorrent attempt at her graces life I shall be confined to the capital for the foreseeable future. That is not to say however that I do not to see my granddaughter married in a timely fashion, if you are willing I would see my Lord at Riverrun before the moons end, where I shall send my son Benjicot and Agnes' father to finalise the terms of engagement, and see your son wed, I assure you he is well versed in politics and the traditions of marriage and I trust him to successfully relay my terms unto you.


Best regards.


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

Walder smiled as he put the finishing touches to his reply, handing the letter along to one his servants, the boy quickly scurrying off to the rookery to pass it along to the Grand Maester.


"Are you sure you're ok with this father?" Benjicot asked, a concerned look on his face "We could always delay the wedding until a time which you could attend, I know you've always wanted to be present for your granddaughters wedding and besides, surely my departure only serves as to remove more guards from your side, you know you'll need all the loyal men you can get"


Walder smiled sadly shacking his nead "No lad it is fine, we do not want to keep Lord Tarly waiting, especially since your mother has no doubtedly scorned him already, he may grow impatient and withdraw the match altogether, which is something we cannot have" He fidgeted slightly at the mention of his own safety, still unsure what to do on that front "Take as many guards as you need, I assure you I shall remain out of trouble"


At that moment their conversation was interrupted by the entrance of one of the Queen's messanger boys, the lad bowing quickly before addressing Lord Walder "My Lord of Tully, the queen requests your presence in the small council chamber immediately, she is now ready for the Lord's Paramount to discuss the events that unfolded during her graces coronation"


Walder grimaced slightly but got up all the same, reaching for his oaken cane "It appears that I will need to cut our conversation short Ben, which saddens me because I assume you shall already have left the capital before I return, send my regards to Agnes will you and wish her well in her marriage" he gave a quick wave and a smile, before beginning to follow the messenger down the spiral stairs that would lead him to the small council chamber of the Red Keep.

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"I wish to apologise for my tardiness" Walder addressed the room, offering regret for his lateness despite being the second Lord to arrive "I would have arrived at a more pleasing hour but it seems that the Red Keep does not agree with me, too many stairs" He took a seat beside Lord Tiber, flanked by a few of his guards, the men helping him lower himself into his seat.


@WanderingJester @Robyn Banks

 

[Leusis]

@WanderingJester


"Oh, no need to give respects to me m'lady, after all I'm sure my skill pales in comparison to the Mountain Lion of House Lannister". Roland spoke dishonestly, as he believed that Martyn and himself were of equal capability in battle. After all, even a mountain lion would not find it so easy to sink its teeth into a knight with iron blood. "And as for the rebellion, it was indeed brief, but it was also bloody. From what I had seen on the battlefield it may have caused more damage to these lands than you know. For if it hadn't, your wise brother wouldn't still be repairing three years later". Looking over his shoulder for a moment after he was finished speaking he would notice that John had left but Martyn was still watching very carefully. Giving him a respectful nod to try and let him know he wasn't trying anything before turning to gaze upon Celena again.


"You know, I don't really believe the Ironborn to be that much of a danger to anybody. I mean really, they've attempted rebellions five or six times now correct, and what have they even accomplished? Sure they may have burned a few villages before anybody could respond, but usually only a few weeks later they end up being defeated on some beach and sent back home to lick their wounds until they try again. A bunch of children with superiority complexes if you ask me about those Greyjoy brats". Roland spoke, obviously having had at least a few bad experiences with Iron Islanders. And from his tone it seemed like he hated them with every ounce of his being if one was able to discern such a thing from the tone of his voice alone.

 

[WanderingJester]

Great Hall, Horn Hill, The Reach.





Helyon Tarly marched through quickly with Maester Broin next to him as he went through the Tarly seat of power and searched for his sons, though specifically his eldest. He had already sent his reply to Walder Tully, and no doubt through him to his son. Walking through the Great Hall, he found Orion speaking with their steward, Leland, as well as their Master-At-Arms, Ser Brennard. The boy was built like himself and his older brother, a warrior and a Tarly through and through. However where Rowan's nervousness in social gatherings, Orion had no such inhibitions. Often defending the castle while his father and brother rode out to meet the enemies of House Tarly, Orion had much experience in regards to entertaining guests and interacting within higher society. On the other hand, he also lacked Rowan's professionalism, often indulging a bit more than he should at feasts and brothels, to the disapproval of the older members of the family. Still, he was a Tarly and Helyon's own son, and could hold his own in a fight. At the sight of his father, Orion quickly straightened up and picked up his gear on a nearby table.


"Father, is something the matter?"


Helyon looked to the group as a whole. "I've found Rowan a bride, and her father's agreed to the marriage. Leland I need you to attend to things here, as the whole family will be heading north to Riverrun. Ser Brennard, mustered up the appropriate rations and guards for us. You will be in charge of defending Horn Hill and Tarly land until we get back. I expect this to be a short wedding, so we should be back before the moon is full again. If either of you do not hear from us the new moon after next, send our full host north after us." The steward's eyes widen at the unexpected news, though the old man bowed his head. Ser Brennard gave a curt nod before marching out quickly, no doubt to the yard to fulfill his duties. Orion, however, was shocked, perhaps with his relative inexperience in dealing with such a large event suddenly. He took a moment before finding his voice.


"By the Seven father, Rowan's marrying a Tully? A granddaughter of Walder Tully am I right? How did you get her bitch of a grand mother to agree?" Even so far South as the Reach, Barba Tully's protectiveness of her granddaughters was legendary.


"The issue has been dealt with." Orion knew this meant the conversation on the topic was over. "Where are your brothers?"


"Rowan's preparing for another patrol with the men outside. Eran's with Mother and Arianna I think, having his lessons with the Septa." Eran had had little patience in terms of reading and writing, and thus had to take an extra year of lessons to learn the last advance principles of literature. He would never be a great writer, but the boy of fourteen didn't care. He was a Tarly, and Tarly men prefer a sword to a pen. Helyon nodded.


"Go get your older brother, I'll inform your mother and the others. Be ready to leave when Ser Brennard gives word that the guards are ready. Go." He turned and began to leave the Great Hall. Against his better judgement, Orion called out after his dad.


"With Riverrun's backing, we'll be the most powerful house in the Reach."


Helyon stopped, and for a moment Orion thought that his father would turn around and chastise him. To his surprise, the man turned his head slightly, and threatened a smile.


"Perhaps it's time the Red Archer flew over Reach, not the Golden Rose."


A few hours later, all of House Tarly rode out from Horn Hill with an impressive array of guards and knights accompanying them. Unlike when they rode to King's Landing, all of the male members except for Eran had armor and weapons on, but all the rest wore simple formal outfits, along with the proper servants. There were no carriages in the traveling band.


In the letter to Walder Tully in King's Landing:

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


I am glad we are of one opinion on this matter. House Tarly will be riding for Riverrun by the time you receive this letter. I wish you good health and we shall drink in person soon to our son and daughter's union.


First in Battle,


Helyon Tarly, Lord of Hornhill.

@Hypnos


In House Doggett Territory, Goldroad, The Westerlands.


Celena raised her eyebrows at Roland's tone as he spoke of the Iron Men of Pyke, though her attention seemed to be fixed upon the stitching in her hand. It wasn't the prettiest or most well crafted of stitches, but Celena took pride that she made it herself. At the hedge knight's words, she replied. "Yes, though I am happy to say my lord has made much progress in terms of the reconstruction, and that, through the wise spending of our gold from Casterly Rock and now Castamere, we were able to bring relief to many that had been affected by the upstarts from House Tarbeck and House Reynes." Celena took another sip of the cool water again, her cup refilled by Kylie when she placed it down.


"You are too modest Ser Roland, I have heard of your skills in battle and I daresay you may even give my brother a run for his money should the two of your draw swords. I pray to the Mother that day would never come however." The blond girl tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear before politely smiling at Roland again. "Perhaps, but the Iron Born did do something the enemies of House Lannister had not done recently: survive. The very fact that they had been able to both successfully retreat and repeat another rebellion speaks of their tenacity, at least in terms of survival, and the fact that no one had broken their will to fight is undeniably impressive, wouldn't you say so?" She turned and looked at him, gauging his reaction. The last question was something of a test from her, to see how the man reacts when poked in a sore spot.


Martyn from behind Roland, rode with his Lionsguards. He didn't react to the nod from the hedge knight, but continue to keep watch on the conversation, even as the convoys continued to move through the hilly region of the Westerlands.


@Leusis

 

[Leusis]

@WanderingJester


Roland paused for a moment as he thought, trying to form a proper response to Celena's final words. Narrowing his gaze he would focus intently on her before speaking. "There is nothing impressive about men who are gluttons for punishment. They throw themselves at other lands not due to their tenacity, but because they are forced to. They have no food or ores that they may gather on their own lands so they are forced to take them from others. And during these raids they lose many men in the process, likely a way to trim their own numbers so that there are more spoils for those who survive. After all, when a man gets hungry enough he often takes what doesn''t belong to him, but loses a hand in the process". Roland stopped, thinking he had gotten his point across while also dialing down his tone of anger towards the Ironborn.


"However your words of praise towards these men makes me curious. Have you ever met a man from the Iron Islands by any chance? As I have met quite a few." Roland spoke as he though and my blade has met them as well. Waiting for Celena's response however he would take another look around the inside of the carriage. Getting a longer look at each of the inhabitants inside he would try and get a good look at each of them, trying to commit their visage to his memory.

 

[WanderingJester]

In House Payne Territory, Goldroad, The Westerlands.


The remaining convoys just broke through the mountainous regions surrounding the outer regions of the Westerlands, and many who took in the sight in front of them had their breaths taken away. From their higher position, they could see the beautiful valleys that led to the flatter land that led to the sea below, more suitable for farming and grazing of animals, but it wasn't the natural beauty that stunned them. Nearly every piece of flat ground from where they were to the Sunset Sea had tents set up in grid fashion. Soldiers patrolled, sharpened their weapons, ate meals, and generally went about their business. All of them had one thing in common though: the Gold Lion flew in their scarlet banners over each camp. A returning Westerland servant whispered out of awe, "there must be as many soldiers here as under Loren Lannister." As the convoy began going through the road cutting through the army camps, many called out to Martyn.


"Ser Lannister!"


"Hail Mountain Lion!"


"Commander!"


Martyn lifted his left fist in reply to the hails, but otherwise kept an eye on Roland's conversation with Celena. He could see something was bothering the Iron-Blood Knight, but not sure exactly what it was. So the Mountain Lion observed as he had, not moving further from the carriages as he were.


If Celena found Roland's gaze intimidating, her polite smile as she listened to him didn't show it. When he finished, she went back to her stitching nonchalantly, as though he had just spoke of milk and honey for breakfast instead of bloodthirsty raiders that would be more than happy to take and rape her before carrying her off to some desolate islands. "Oh I'm familiar with the Iron Men's ways Ser Roland, perhaps not intimately, but I would think that no proper girl, let alone lady, would like to be that familiar with those brutes. I simply commented that they have a bit of tenacity not found within our most recent adversaries, the Tarbecks and the Reynes. So perhaps you can be the ones to end the Iron Men's menace to the shores of Westeros once and for all?" She suggested offhandedly, as she stitched on.


Inside the carriage, Leanne sat on the far side of the opposite seat to Celena, gazing out of the window while continuing to observe the view rather than participate in Celena and Roland's conversation. Next to her sat several younglings from House Lannister, both of whom slept on Leanne's handmaiden's lap in between them peacefully. Next to Celena, who was closest to the window where she spoke with Roland, sat Kylie, and next to the Lion Maid's handmaiden, sat another of Leanne's entourage, evidently resting her eyes as well. Celena looked past Roland and saw the fields of soldiers beyond. With a smile she covered her mouth, "oh my, it looks as though Uncle Edwyn has been busy as of late."


@Leusis

 

[D3lmoniko]

The Street of Silk, King's Landing, Crownlands


Some talking could be heard from the streets. Some men, dressed as Clegane soldiers, are talking in the street, some slurring their words, other half naked. A man goes between them, almost whipping them into shape. "George! Put a fuckin' shirt on!" He turns to a rather young looking soldier, all dressed up in his armor. "Seven Hells... Everybody, shut yer traps, and get in line! Now!" This yell made all shut up and get into a line, standing straight.


"Ok you bunch of cucks, listen up. Lord Clegane is gonna pay us a visit and discuss a bunch of things with us." At that sound, one of the officers started to laugh. His black beard was rather long, and his arms crossed to the chest. "What can the pup do? Bark to us until we get bored?" Some of the men started to laugh. A few steps could be heard, then there stood Lawsen. He had heard the bearded man speak, and he smiled. "Oh you, brave knight, step forward."


The bearded man scoffs and steps forward. He was tall indeed, as he almost towered over Lawsen. "What do you want my lord?" Lawsen's smile disappeared and was replaced by a rather frightening straight face. His hands behind his back, he approached the massive man. "I do not need unrest in my group, you understand that?" He walks past him, bumping his shoulder. The man wants to throw a punch, but a big black dog jumps and bites his hand. With a scream, the man falls down.


"Down Fang!" The dog growls still, until Lawsen's voice grows again. "Down!" The black dog lets go of the man's hand, returning to Lawsen's side. His hand went to pat Fang on the head, smiling. "Good boy." His eyes went on the man. "You wanted to hit me? Your lord?!" His voice was scary. Nobody saw him this angry, and the soldier's smirks disappeared. Lawsen's hand pointed at the man, then he looked at Fang. "Fang... kill."


As the dog drew to kill the man, Gendry stepped in front of him. The dog stopped and growled at the man behind, still on his back, holding his now bloody hand. "Please my lord, spare him. He will not do i-" Lawsen was mad now, as he stepped near Fang. "Then let him say it! Beg for mercy, you mangy dog!" The man's expression changed to a scared one. "M-Mercy my lord! M-Mercy!" Lawsen looked around, as people started to look out their windows at them. His eyes now fixed on Gendry, he patted the dog on the head. "That'll do. For now." He turned to his soldiers. "All right men! We will be split into groups. The now 5 officers, because Mender decided he doesn't want to serve, you will choose your men. Be sure that every man knows how to fight, and to work in tandem with the others. Dismissed!" The soldiers saluted him, some still shaking. Two went to carry the man called Mender. Lawsen gave him a devilish smile, then looked at Gendry, whispering into his ear. "Have each stationed at a different brothel. More assassins might be hiding somewhere. We will discuss about this when we leave."


With a small pat on his shoulder, Lawsen went near a brothel, standing outside, patting Fang. His smile was soft and kind with Fang, gently stroking his head. The dog's head tried to follow his hand as he was patting him, then he looked at the brothel. "... After that... I need to blow off some steam, right boy?" Nobody ever saw someone turning from aggressive to docile so fast. Although tactical and calculated, when he got mad, he got mad. Looking inside, he smiled, opening his arms.


Clegane's Keep, The Westerlands.


The sun shined on the walls of Clegane's Keep. Having been set on a hill, it stood watch over the area around like a bird. Not as tall or impressive as the Eyrie, but it still was something to see. The walls looked like they were built very many years ago, as they were decrepit, many of the stones having fell out.


In the training grounds, it could be heard the sound of swords clashing. Two knights are fighting, and other people cheering. Suddenly, one falls backwards, stopping. The other takes his helmet off, revealing a girl with blonde hair, and a devious smile. "That concludes the training fer today. Dismissed!"

 

[Leusis]

@WanderingJester


Making it out of the hilly terrain that surrounded the area somewhat close to Casterly Rock Roland listened carefully to Celena, her words making good enough sense for him. Though it was a bit odd how she could speak of raiders who did awful things to all who opposed them without a hint of emotion but could not speak of one servant girl being killed for an assassination attempt without nearly crying. Roland wasn't stupid, but he still thought nothing more of this than an inconsistency in her mood, something many women he had met had. Hearing men call out to Martyn, Roland would turn his head, seeing tents and armed men as far as the eye could see. It was rather surprising and Celena's final words relayed the information of why so many soldiers had been gathered. But still, this was not just a rebuilt force, this was a force substantially larger than Roland had ever seen gathered in the Westerlands, easily several tens of thousands strong. It seemed war was indeed coming, and it was possible that the Lannisters were far more prepared for it than any other house in the kingdom.


Bringing his head back to the window he would speak "I believe he has been very busy" Roland climbed in an impressed tone. "I feel sorry for any lord who thinks the Westerlands weak due to their recent rebellion, for it seems this land is stronger than I've ever seen it before". Roland would glance towards Kylie for a moment as she had caught his eye more than the others in the carriage. She was attractive in many ways though not as much as either of the Ladies in there with her. If he wasn't sure his status in this world was going to rise far beyond that of a hedge knight he may have decided to begin courting the lovely young woman. But Roland was intent on becoming a lord himself, and thus having a commoner on his arm would only serve to make him a joke among other nobles. Regardless however he would smile towards her, trying to not make his glance at her seem odd or lustful in nature. "We must only be fifteen leagues from Casterly Rock by now m'lady" Roland spoke to Celena as he glanced towards the front of the convoy.

 

[WanderingJester]

Council Chamber, King's Landing, Crownlands.





Tiber gave his patented smile at the Lord Paramount of the Trident. Turning to Walder Tully, he waved a hand of dismissal. "Not a worry uncle. In fact her Grace hasn't even arrived yet, and as you can see none of the other Lords of the land. I was actually somewhat surprised at her Graces lack of consideration in selecting such a high location within the castle to meet in. She should have remembered your disabilities when you swore fealty to her." He shrugged then continued at a volume that others in the room could hear but looked like he spoke more to himself, "then again, she is the Queen, and thus her word is law. What's a few inconveniences amongst her subjects if she gets what she wants."


@Hypnos


In House Payne Territory, Goldroad, The Westerlands.


Celena smiled at Roland. "As I've said, my lord brother has not idled himself the last three years. I could still remember that he started rebuilding even before all the corpses from the bloody business at Tarbeck Hall were buried. He had spent many days and much gold on the Westerland's reconstruction, and now it seems as though his efforts have paid off." She watched out of the window at the soldiers and even a few knights watching the convoy go by. With the curtains pulled back, there was no doubt that some of them could catch glimpses of the Lion Maid. However they also saw who rode behind Roland, and many who would've made cruel remarks about what they would like to do the only daughter of their lord kept their mouths shut as both the carriage and the Mountain Lion rode by.


"Our sire father," Celena said, her expression going a bit blank at the thought of her father, "neglected the Westerlands, and thus allowed those from House Tarbeck and House Reynes to seize control and attempt to tear apart that which had been carefully guarded and oversaw by our family for generations. The Red Lion and his kind sought to take control of the Westerlands and rule in all but name, and as a result lowered our unity and strength to a point not seen for ages. Now it would only be prudent for us to return the Westerlands to its former glories, to atone for the mistakes our father made." She said this with a bit of sadness, and didn't speak for a moment. When Roland mentioned their proximity to Casterly Rock, she smiled once more. "I am glad to hear. Like the other ladies in here, I long for a warm bath and a soft bed to rest my head on."


Watching the conversation still from the corner of his eyes, Martyn looked at the troops at hand. They looked to be well equipped, if a bit green behind the ears. He wondered to himself how many were travelling sellswords or robber knights before they came under Lannister employment. Then the Mountain Lion shook his head. It didn't matter, so long as they were willing to kill and die for the Golden Lion on their banners, or at the very least for the gold Tiber will pay them later.


@Leusis

 

[Pyromaniac]

Princess Liliana Blackfyre - Her Chambers, King's Landing

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"Now now, what seems to be the rush?" The squire was up and about already, gathering his belongings in a hurried manner that only seemed to bother the princess more and more by the second. He didn't respond and by the time he was fully clothed, sword by his side, the woman had wrapped a blanket around her petite body. Hair disheveled, and cheeks slightly red, she grinned only a bit, "you leaving so soon hurts my feelings. I thought you had until tomorrow." The squire ignored her small pout as he turned to face her, battling any temptation that was left in his body.


"My wife returned early with child in her belly. Me just being here will only c-cause a hassle with the other knights." He stuttered as the woman fixed her blanket, exposing only so much to get him flustered. Closing his eyes only caused the woman to laugh.


"Hassle? You? Please, if anyone found out that I, Liliana of the Blackfyre family, was sleeping with someone as lowly as you, all the women of the court would simply laugh at me!" Everyone was full aware of the princess's adulterous deeds, that was no surprise, but sleeping with a squire? That was simply a new low for her.


"Don't say it so loud woman! These doors do not protect our secrets!"


"They did for a while," she retorted simply, only causing the squire to roll his eyes. "And besides, what if I were with child? Would you leave me so suddenly?" This seemed to cause a change in the man's expression.


"That'd never happen. And even if it did, I'd find a way to rid of it. No knight, much less a squire can afford a bastard child. You of all people should know that." She stepped back and frowned, immediately angered. She'd been called much before, most of it including the word whore, but a bastard? Most knew that was a touchy subject for her, but she had her ways of keeping her emotions concealed. Sure, she had always stated that she had no care for her lineage; as long as she remained a princess, maybe even a queen, she'd be happy.


"My princess, I d-didn't mean-"


"Enough," her eyes flashed to a darker hue, "you may leave my chambers. Go quietly, I'd hate for you to wake anyone." As the squire left, she sighed and sat down on the bed, playing with a lock of her dark brown hair. She'd be sure to write to his wife of their encounter, no encounters. Who would the court believe? A squire or a princess?