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[Leusis]

@WanderingJester


Listening to Celena speak Roland could only think of what little he knew and heard about her father. To many the man was little more than a pile of shit along the golden road that was Lannister heritage, and Roland agreed completely. After all, even though Roland was nowhere near nobility he was smart enough to know how to not go into debt and how not to let others work him over in dealings. These being two things the fool of a man failed at miserably, plunging house Lannisters coffers into disarray and trying to wed his daughter to a nobody simply because he was told to by another house. If Roland was such a highborn he would have knocked the lord of Castameres teeth down his throat for even attempting to gain power over him. But of course, not many men had such a strong arm as him, and many less actually able to use it effectively, especially among nobility.


"I wonder how many of them can actually swing a sword with some strength" Roland spoke as he glanced over at a soldier near a tent. He was short and as thin as a sapling, obviously burdened by the weight of his arms and armor alone. His face still young he was likely no older than fifteen, and sadly it was boys like him that were most often sent into the bloodiest parts of a battlefield to die before they even bedded a woman. "After all, its always the worst sell swords that come out to get payed when they know their are plenty of other men to take their place in the ground. I only hope they do not run at the first sight of a formidable host, as many dishonorable robber knights and sell swords do. Though luckily for Lord Tiber I believe I'll be bringing him an offer he couldn't ever refuse".

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Kingsroad, Near Crossroads Inn > Crossroads Inn

POV: Trevir Arryn

The road had been long, but another point of rest was edging ever nearer as Trevir and his escort rode back towards the Eyrie, on the orders of Gelgin. It had been three days since he'd left, and the last thing he remembered hearing about his father was that he'd been made Hand. What a joy that would be. That would seem to leave his dear brother, Tiberius, in effective control. Something about never crying. He smirked inwardly at the statement. What a ridiculous tale that was. Every baby cried. It was their nature to do so. The man had reputation enough without that rumour circling in the air.


The day's light faded into a particularly dull sunset as they rode on farther, and the men's chatter slowly grew thinner and thinner until there was little else to talk about, other than constant comments on trees and the boring sky. That was the case nearly until they reached the inn, at which point the conversation suddenly had some new material to chew over.


A stableboy rushed out at them, offering to take their horses for the night as they stayed. Trevir smiled at him and nodded in assent, quickly dismounting and letting his horse be led away. The others followed suit, although a little delayed. Horses only could be led away so quickly by a few boys. While the rest of his men got themselves ready, Trevir and Ser Jares waited at the door. A slow trickle of knights and retainers followed them as their horses were taken care of, one by one. As the group formed, they entered with Trevir at its head.


Inside, the atmosphere was smoky and alcoholic, if a little lazy. It was late, and there seemed a distinct lack of drunken raucousness. The patrons turned to glance at the Arryn party with curious eyes, before returning to their drinks. Trevir stretched his legs and ambled over to the person who looked like the innkeeper, booking rooms for those with him.


Some of the knights with him scattered around, picking up conversation and generally integrating themselves with the other patrons. He could spot Ser Jares immediately buying a round for his group. Ser Zane Chalk, not to be outdone, orders one for his as well. Zane was one of the older sworn knights of House Arryn, never really distinguishing himself in any one event, but over time proving himself as one of the more competent knights around.


Trevir's smile grew, and he considered joining in. The groups weren't too large for him, or they didn't look that way. He could just stick with Jares and do their usual double-act. Something deep in his mind made him reconsider. It was curious; he couldn't pin the decision to retire on any one thing. Instead, it was more of a general mindset, a vast array of factors, all tipping him steadily back towards his room. He shook a head at Jares, and went up to his room for the night.


Surprisingly, the bed was rather comfortable, and Trevir found himself asleep in minutes. His dreams were deep and meaningless, as usual.

 

[WanderingJester]

In House Payne Territory, Goldroad, The Westerlands.


Celena watched as Roland made his observations. From what he saw, the hedge knight had a point. The sell swords that camped at the edge of the army looked... poor. However Roland also has seen little. Anyone that has been to Lannisport knew the city had the best trained city watch in all the Seven Kingdoms, able to match even the military forces of some keeps and fiefdoms beyond the Westerlands. It was Celena's Uncle, Edwyn, that continued their family's tradition of drilling steel discipline into the Lannister forces, and she couldn't see him changing since their departure from Casterly Rock. Deserters were executed upon capture, just as those of the Crows in the North. The troops knew that the other side of the dragons they were paid with was the punishment they would receive should they turn their backs to the lions, and combine that with the incentive of gold and strict discipline, they would become a strong fighting force. Celena finished the section on her stitching and said, "Perhaps, but then they've yet to meet my dear uncle. He can be... stern, especially in regards to military discipline. I have not seen what he does to those that violate it myself, but Kylie here tells me the punishments are... unpleasant."


Then turning to Roland, she smiled politely once more. "Well then I do hope you and my lord brother can work something out upon his return. Please excuse us Ser Roland. We approach Casterly Rock and I would like to freshen up before arriving, away from the eyes of the public. Thank for you for the pleasant conversation. I wish you and your men an enjoyable stay in the Westerlands if we do not get to speak again in the near future." After her farewell, Celena closed the window and shut the curtains, to prevent anyone from peeping in in case the ladies inside would like to change or something.


Martyn rode throughout the camps. Evidently the first troops they met hadn't gone through their uncle's gauntlet yet, as those who do always came out looking and moving like trained soldiers, with a healthy does of respect and fear for their commanders, from the local garrison leader all the way up to Tiber Lannister himself. Still though, as they rode closer and closer to Casterly Rock, more knights could be seen on the road side, many of whom giving them courteous bows as they passed, the men at arms also look more profession, marching in formation and less likely to gawk at the convoy's presence. The escorts and the guarded themselves moved at a steady pace, as Casterly Rock appeared around the bend and closed with every step of his horse forward.


@Leusis

 

[Mion]

Starfall, The Torentine, Dorne.


Not far outside of the gates of Starfall the newly appointed Lord Ash had prepared a welcoming party for some of his relatives, two members of the cadet branch where being sent to Starfall to help train its forces and act as temporary members of the guard.


These men were Ronan and Magnus Dayne both well trained warriors in their own right and have experience on managing holdings and men from their years at high hermitage they are brothers but you could not tell from their apperance as Ronan was adopted into the family (Ronan has reddish brown hair and blue eyes while Magnus has a Silvery black hair and purple/violet eyes.)


Lord Ash has prepared two of his knights with a light snack and water in case they needed a little thing to get them till dinner to escort them to the keep where he awaited them.


Ash greeted the two of them with a smile and a hug, they both have been members of Ash's company on many occasions so they have gotten to know one another quite well, it also helps that they share the same name.


"I am glad you have made it to Starfall safely Magnus, travelling with Ronan can be quite the challenge did he cause you much trouble?" Ash jests.


(For reference Ronan can be known to cause trouble with some of his lowborn qualities, he also has taken aliking to the Dornish favourite of poison, this efficiency with poison is one of the reasons Ronan was invited because Ash wishes to expand his arsenal since as of now all he is, is his sword and polearms. Magnus on the other hand is just good company and helped Ash command the Dayne forces in the Blackmonts war.)


"He only caused a rumble a couple of times. Magnus laughed, but you get used to him when you are by his side for so long" says Magnus nudging Ronans arm.


"Trust me. I like fun as much as you two but can we take this inside, my are is killing me, one of you need to teach me how to ride properly." Roman says comically.


"Alright then, you two can make yourselves at home, I shall start to prepare the feast, you two are welcome to come see me at many time but you should probably loom around and talk to a few of my men first, I think you two will like the captain of the household guard Matthew Blackmont so go talk to him if you need anything." Says Ash in a cheerful tone.


(Note for reference, Matthew Blackmonts other wise known as captain of the household gaurd was one of the members of Ash's company that lead the assault on the Stepstones, they became very good friends despite the history between their families.)


(Also my next post will probably be preparation for the feast and will include some if not all of the feast.)

 

[Mion]

Starfall, The Torrentine, Dorne


(Continued from previous post, I had to take a break.)


Once Ash returned to his chambers he carefully chose his attire, something militaristic but nothing that would give his guests the wrong idea. On his desk were letters from the Yronwoods, Jordayne, Wyl, Fowler and Blackmonts.


These were the noble houses that accepted the invitation to the feast.


Ash did not expect such an outcome and unfortunately anxiety comes naturally to him, at least when it comes to meetings like this as he knows he can't mess up.


Ash quickly changed gear and made his way out from his chambers and into the main hall were the table was being set, he greeted some of the maids and thanked them as he began to search for Magnus and Ronan, he eventually found them accompanied by Matthew Blackmont and a few of the other guards at the stables, the group was laughing and appeared to be recollecting previous encounters.


Ash approached slowly as he did not want to interrupt so abruptly, the sun was starting to set on the horizon and the moon was beggining to show its face umong the stars.


Ash waited for them to finish before saying.


"It cheers me to see you getting on so well together but unfortunatley I must request you to make your way inside for now as the feast will soon begin." Said with a solemn face and manner.


The men nodded their heads and cheerily made their way inside, all but Matthew.


"My Lord I can tell that you are troubled with tonight but do not think too much of it, just act as you did with us and you shall surely do fine." Matthew follows the rest after he gives Ash a sympathetic pat on the back.


Ash breathed in sharply once he was alone, the other Lords will be here soon and he has remained cloudy on what to say.


Ash took a few deep breaths before returning to the main hall. Ronan and Magnus sat at a smaller table with Matthew and the other gaurds while Ash had the main seat at the table with the other Lords.


Ash sat down cautiously and straightened his back against his seat, he closed his eyes and slowly but surley gathered at least some of his thoughts.


They shot open again abruptly as he started to dose off, the doors had been opened and the guests began to fill the hall, it was almost completely full so Ash ordered some of the maids to set up some tables outside and called over some cup bearers to fill the Lords tankards with the finest Dornish wine that he could obtain.


The Lords that made their way to the table was Lord Edric Wyl, Lord Alexei Blackmont, Lord Ander Yronwood, Lord Arthur Jordayne and Lord Ferris Fowler.


Once all of them were appropriatley welcomed and seated and made themselves comfortable Ash prepared to begin.


(Again to be continued, need to collect my thoughts on this and don't want my posts to be too long.)

 

[LittleWolfie]

Elia Martell


The Red Keep - King's Landing
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The Princess of Dorne sighed to herself as she entered the meeting room where the Lords were. Everything that had happened at the coronation and since was a mess to say the least; in fact she was rather glad that she had left her sisters at home to be frank. She did not need them caught up in any of this, especially after what happened to that poor Baratheon girl. Still, there were other matters to discuss right now once the Queen arrived and began this meeting so Elia took her seat and waited.

 

[Mion]

Starfall, The Torrentine, Dorne


(The third and final installment of the feast trilogy.)





Ash began.


"I welcome you noble Lords of Dorne to this glorious feast, I felt that it was only right that I have one for my ascension to lordship and I thought it would be a good way to get to know the other Lords, but first of all I would like to address something." Ash carried himself with a sense of importance and order, while he was trying to impress the Dornish Lords he also wanted to ensue he got his message across, that this was a friendly meeting.


"I know that House Daynes history has had a rather rough patch of history with some of you but I would like to look past that and turn over a new leaf, all of you are welcomed in Starfall and I would like to even call some of you my friends." Said Ash with a smudge of hesitation and apprehension


"Haa, is this really him? Said Lord Yronwoods jokingly.


" I can assure you he is, I visited his father many times. Lord Austin was a good man and brought up a good son." Said Lord Jordayne.


"I for one agree with him Lord Yronwoods, I know you may feel Ill will towards Lord Dayne because of the unfortunate circumstances with your late father but do not forget our late parents were the aggressors and since then House Dayne has shown nothing but kindness and forgiveness, even as we speak my brother is one of Lord Daynes closest friends."





All the Lords seemed to agree with Dayne but Yronwoods, they all turned to him awaiting his reply.


"You Blackmonts make me sick, we Yronwoods died for you and you just make peace like that? The lot of you leave a sour taste in my mouth and I do not want any of this friendship you speak of."





Lord Yronwoods speaks with hate in his voice and eyes, he spits on the floor before he furiously takes his leave.


The table of Lords fall silent but the exit of the Yronwoods is drowned out by the noise made by the various parties.


Lord Fowler begins.


"I for one am honoured by your words Lord Dayne. An alliance with Starfall would be most beneficial for our people."





Lord Wyl and Jordayne nod in agreement.


Ash then let's out a smile and is a lot more relaxed now that the Lords seem to be in a positive mood.


"I thank you my Lords and I apologize for that incident." Ash then raises his tankard. The other Lords follow this action.


"Tonight is a new chapter in the history of House Dayne and is dedicated to the strengthening to the bonds between these fine Dornish Lords that have gathered tonight and with that said I think it is time that we start to eat my Lords."





The other Lords cheer at the toast and the feast truly begins.


The night was truly full of laughter and light heartedness at Ash had gained many friends that night but he did have one worry from that night and it was Lord Yronwood. Ash wished to make amends with him but it was to no avail.


The next morning Ash awoke in his bed to be greeted with the biggest headache he has had in his life.

 

[TheFordee20]

Highgarden, The Reach


"OPEN THE GATES!"


Filicity flipped her hair as the gates of her home, Highgarden, were opened. Their convoy marched in. The sun shined down upon them as they did. Wither had been a lot more easy to ride on the way back from King's Landing.


"Shall I take her to her stable, my lady?" Gwen, a stable girl, asked. Filicity unhorsed herself and gave Wither a rub. "Yes. Thank you Gwen." Filicity was somewhat glad to be home. She didn't like Highgarden, but she liked it more than she did King's Landing. Hopefully that is the last time I ever set foot in that city.


As she watched Wither be taken away, Adair pushed passed her. "Hey!" Filicity snapped as she stumbled to the side. Adair Fossoway had been in a terrible mood since he was torn apart by Ravenna Stark. "Control your husband." Filicity yelled at her brother as he got off his steed. Darrin gave her a weird look.


"My husband?"


"Adair. He's in a pissy mood."


"I would be too if I got mauled with words like that." Darrin said, a worried expression planted on his young face. He was only a teenage boy. "Well, he did deserve it." Filicity said. Her eyes had wandered off in Adair's direction. Where was he marching off to anyway?


"He was just joking around." Darrin told her. His horse was now too being taken away by a stable boy. Filicity groaned. She didn't want to have this conversation- especially not with her idiot brother.


Suddenly, her half-brother appeared. He was dressed nicely, and had a smile on his face.


The Red Keep, King's Landing


Aerea sipped her moon tea as she sat in her bath which had now become cold. When she finished she got out of her bath and begun to dress herself in a gown of red and grey. As she did, she thought of Rowan Tarly.


I am glad I didn't send him away when I thought of him as an enemy in disguise. Aerea felt as if she had made a friend out of the young man, and she hoped to see him again. Lisa was eating an unappetizing meal that resembled porridge. "Lisa, go eat that gruel in the kitchens- and not in my bedroom." Aerea said, calmly.


Lisa nodded and rushed away with her bowl of slop. I hate that whore, always out to purposely spite me. Aerea finished dressing herself and then started to comb her red hair. She wished she could just cut it all off. It was, by far, her worst asset.


People gossip about my heritage just because I have hair the colour of a carrot. Aerea stared at herself in the mirror.


She put her comb down and moved her left hand up to her hair. She was tempted to pull it out. Pull it all out.


But, there was a knock on the door. "Come in." Aerea called. It was Ser Gale Corbray and Ser James. "My princess, your sister's meeting is about to begin if you would like us to escort you." Ser Gale said, gallantly. He was a middle-aged man and mayhaps the most renown fighter in Westeros. She nodded. "Of course."


She followed the two knights out into the hall where they begun to walk, at a fast pace, towards The Throne Room. Ser Gale was in-front of her, and Ser James behind. She could feel Ser James staring at her as she walked.


He wants me again. Aerea thought to herself. She looked back and gave him a small smile. He licked his lips.


He will be on my side. On my side when I take the throne away from my bitch sister.


Aerea tried her best not to squeal with glee at the thought.


Highgarden, The Reach


"Brother." Eveleen beamed as her eyes met with those of Arren Tyrell. He looks healthier than when I saw him last.


Arren and Eveleen hugged. It had been about a year since she saw Arren, as he rarely visited Goldengrove. "How have you been recently?" Eveleen asked him as they finished their hug. He was her elder brother, but Eveleen had always seen him as a younger one- due to his poor health.


Hallie was standing by Eveleen with a cheerful look on her face. Hallie had only visited Highgarden thrice in her eleven years of living.


@HuorSpinks


Pyke, The Iron Islands


Conn looked at his uncle, Vaughan. You know what to do. Vaughan stared back at him a bit before nodding and leaving the dining hall. Conn looked at his sister. "I..." He stopped and sighed. "Eleri, leave us."


The girl grew wide eyed. "But I haven't fi-"


"Go." Conn shot.


Eleri made a face. She got up and left the room, just as Vaughan had done. The dining hall was now smothered in silence- except for the light crackle of the fire. "We will throw away The Old Way, sister." Conn studied her face. She didn't give away any emotion. Conn's face darkened. "After the sea swallows up all of Westeros."


Haelga looked angry.


"And don't try to do anything to stop me, sweet sister." Conn started. "You're already too late..."


@SirDerpingtonIV


Fair Isle, The Westerlands


"We're approaching 'da island now, captain." Seasick announced. Captain Ciar Myre smiled as the small spot of land known as 'Fair Isle' took center in his gaze. It only took about eight days. Ciar raised his voice loud and instructed his men to get ready. They would reach the port in an hours time. There was a rush of activity on deck. Leech and Ulick Pyke were seeing that every Ironborn on board had a weapon in their hands. Dent was using his device to see how many a man were in Fair Isle's harbor.


Ciar was ready to make his 'king' a proud one. Conn Greyjoy had traveled the seas almost all his life and Ciar respected that about him.


"My sister arrives in a few days, Ciar." Conn said to him the day he gave Ciar his orders. "When she does- she will have something that will help me conquer Westeros for ourselves." Conn spoke gently, with a hinted accent you'd only find in Essos. Ciar admired the man greatly. Not only for his sea skills- but also because of his willingness to strengthen The Ironborn- and, the man was easy on the eyes as well.


"I want you to take your fleet, and I want you to sack the coasts of The Westerlands and The Reach. Make a nice clear path for me." Conn said.


"For you?" Ciar questioned.


Conn had a devious smile. A smile Ciar couldn't help but smile back at. With that, Conn sent Ciar and his fleet to go off and do what The Iron Islanders do best. Destroy. Now, eight days later, they were about to land on the shores of a Lannister island and rape it till it is no more.


"I 'ave alerted 'da other ships." Seasick said. He was an ugly little man who was short and skinny. Ciar gave him a small nod as the ship got closer and closer to the harbor. They won't even expect anything.


'The Fat Fish' softly hit into the stone walls of the harbor. There was a crowd of men and women on the harbor, staring at The Ironborn fleet.


Ciar jumped off, his men behind him. "Evening." He greeted the crowd. An old man, with a face that looked like a rat, stepped out. He was balding and had a short beard that looked like it hadn't been washed all Summer.


"What are The Ironborn doing here on our island?" The old man inquired with a rub of his beard. Ciar made a funny face.


"Did Lord Farman not tell you of our arrival, ser? We be on our way to Dorne. He said we'd be allowed to dock and stay the night here on your lovely island." Ciar lied with a smile. The old man looked at Ciar.


"I am Lord Farman." He said.


Ciar's smile begun to fade. "Well, in that case-" Ciar unsheathed his dagger and shoved it through the old man's skull. Blood spewed out. The crowd erupted with screams as The Ironborn did what they did best...


Destroy.

 

[Spacing Out]

Queen Kuvira

Kuvira strode into the council room. She walked to her assigned seat which was a grand chair at the edge of the table. Her ladies not to far behind her as she stood before the lords and ladies. "Thank you for arriving on short notice."


Good now deep breath and-


" I would like to apologize for imprisoning you in the castle. Because of the attempted assassin of me and my sisters, I suppose my protective side took over and I was eager to find the house responsible. but that does not change the fact that may orders was rather harsh. I take full responsibility for my actions." She was very sincere as she spoke. Her defensive side did take over and so was her anger. She still found it frustrating that a person would try to kill her without considering if she would actually be an effective leader.


She gently cleared her throat. "But I didn't only ask you all to attend just to apologize. After my father's rule of Westero,the union of between houses has collapse, by his madness he has taken away the things, we all held dear. But I plan to unite the kingdoms once more." She lifted her head as she spoke,her eyes burning with flames.


"I understand that I have many things against me But don't underestimate my love for the nations. With this crown I plan to change things. Not for revenge or for selfish ambition but for the sake of my people." She paused for a bit not taking her seat just yet. She looked at the lords and ladies, observing their expression towards her. She felt like she was suddenly having anxiety but she held it quite well. She was trained to do such things.




"There are rumours spreading about a war brewing. I plan to silence this before it grows any farther. However to achieve this I need help, i will need houses willing to stay by my side through this and obstacles to come. To unify the nations once more this is the first step to progress. It would be favorable to be helped by all but I will be conscious of the reason why you wouldn't. The choice is yours."



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[Leusis]

@WanderingJester


Roland would simply nod and smile to Celena's words "Farewell m'lady" he spoke, slowly trotting ahead of the carriage she was in. Continuing down the path he would begin seeing what he was used to with Lannister forces. Well trained and disciplined men-at-arms and chivalrous knights who bowed in respect to their betters. Though Roland smirked as he rode passed, feeling the glaring eyes of many of the knights upon him. As what house knight wouldn't be upset at seeing a hedge knight riding among the likes of the Lannister family? But soon he would be their betters as well, and it would be bows instead of glares from such whelps. Catching up with John who was now near the front of the convoy Roland would slap him on the back as he rode beside him. Seeing Casterly Rock in the distance he would speak "It seems we are nearly there John, nearly exactly where my father wanted me to be" he spoke as John gave him an approving, fatherly smile "Aye" he spoke in a pleasant tone, showing a hint of happiness for Roland.


"Though I shouldn't get too sure of myself yet, after all, its up to Lord Tiber to grant my request, though I'm sure he will find it to his liking". Roland would continue to trot ahead of John, looking towards Casterly Rock as he made it to the front of the convoy, riding some thirty yards ahead of everybody else. His gaze fixed on the keep, a slight grin stretching across his face as he thought of his plan to retain lordship for his house once again, just as his father had told him to since he was a small boy, telling him that he was the last chance to restore their house.

 

[WanderingJester]

Council Meeting Chamber, King's Landing, Crownlands.


Tiber stood when the Queen arrived, and he bowed respectfully to the Targaryen as she took her seat. Sitting back down himself, he nonchalantly spoke up. "Your Grace, it is good to see you are well. As for your goal to unite the Seven Kingdoms once more. I believe I speak for all of House Lannister when we say we want nothing less than the same." He waved his hand over to the others in the room. "I would expect nothing else from the other members of the room your Grace, as loyal subjects to the Crown. Have we not all sworn our loyalties at your coronation a week ago? Please tell me your Grace," the Lion looked at the Queen's eyes, "what is it you wish of House Lannister?"


@Robyn Banks


The Entrance Courtyard, Casterly Rock, the Westerlands.


The convoy had no sooner passed the gates of the Seat of Power of House Lannister when they were greeted with the commotions from around the castle. Soldiers quickly gathered with their company, equipped themselves and moved out. Just as Martyn assisted Celena out of the carriage, the main doors to the keep opened, and many bodies rushed out. Most were men at arms as well as knights of the Lionsguards. They surrounded a group of individuals, the center of which was Lord Edwyn Lannister. Accompanying him were the Castellans of both Casterly Rock and Lannisports, the Masters-at-Arms as well as commanders from all through the Lion's forces on land and at sea. Spotting the arriving delegation, Lord Edwyn hurried over, not seeing Tiber anywhere, he turned to Martyn.


"Where is your brother?" Martyn looked around before answering.


"King's Landing, the Queen requested all of the Lord's presence."


The grizzled man scowled, obviously unhappy with this news. He gave a wave and signaled for Martyn to follow him, and so the Mountain Lion did, but not before saying with the earshot of the ladies. "The Iron Fleet have struck the Fair Isle with a raiding party, it's time we begin the Kraken's dismemberment." With that the two walked towards the stables (Martyn had grabbed the reins of his horse) and out of earshot.


Turning to Roland, Celena called out. "Oh Ser Roland!" Once she had his attention, the Lion Maid spoke kindly to him. "I'm not sure if you heard my uncle, but it would seemed that the Iron Men have attacked the people of Fair Isle. I know of your noble disposition with protecting the innocent as well as distaste for the Ironborn Raiders, perhaps you might find it within you to give those poor people a hand?" She said innocently, as a girl who didn't understand the need for payment for a hedge knight but thought that they were noble men that traveled from town to town serving the people and making a name for themselves.


@Leusis


By the stables, Edwyn and Martyn both mounted up as they spoke, with the Lord of Lannisport filling in the Mountain Lion of the situation.


"A raiding party, about a little less than dozen ships landed on Fair Isle's port and killed Lord Farman." Martyn looked unimpressed.


"He just let them dock?"


Edwyn scowled. "He's old and senile. The man that guarded Westerland's coast had long turned into an incompetent fool. Your brother just couldn't replace him three years ago since he was one of the few old guards to back him right from the beginning. If anything this would be a good thing, with his son taking over." They began to ride for the gates of Casterly Rock.


"How long ago was the last report?"


"A little over an hour ago. The Farman fleet's caught dead in their docks, and the soldiers that sail them are busy fighting off the Ironborns on land. I sent a runner out a few moments past. By the time we get to Lannisport, the first strike fleet will be on their way."


"First?"


"Aye, we're sinking all of the ships and blockading the port, from then the second strike force will land near Fair Isle and clear the place house by house, street by street, room by room. Every one of those drowned whoresons are dying today." Martyn gave a grin as they just reached the gates out of the ancient fortress.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Haelga Greyjoy, Pyke, Iron Islands



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Haelga watched him order the others out, and a feeling of dread set in her stomach, although nothing showed on her face. She watched him, waiting as the fire crackled behind them, having an ironically sinking feeling about what his words would be. However, she was surprised to hear him say that the Ironborn would abandon the Old Way. Perhaps she had underestimated him. Maybe he did learn something during all those years away from these putrid, barren isles. She was about to speak, when his face darkened, and he finished his sentence. She sat there for a moment, eyebrows furrowing in an irritated expression, as she shook her head, letting out a simple, disappointed sigh. "What is dead may never die, brother," she said, meeting his eyes, echoing the ancient words of the Ironborn. "But the dead never live either." She took another bite of the crab, keeping her gaze on his. "Too late to stop you?" she asked, giving a light shrug. "I don't doubt it. Tell me, how many ships have you sent out already? After all, Lordsport did look a little vacant,"" she said plainly, before answering her own question with a guess. "Enough to leave a mark, but not any House's entire fleet. You were never that thick-headed so.... I'd say... seven to fifteen?" she asked, eyeing him. "And their targets are likely places that are not too well defended, or else you'd send more. So... I'd place my guess on some isolated place like... an island. Bear Island, The Fair Isle, and the Shields fit that description well enough, but Bear Island has no wealth, and the Lannisters have a particularly large fleet. So I'd guess you've sent your ships to the Shields?" she asked, eyeing him. "Am I right? Or did you attack some other target?"


@TheFordee14

 

[Hypnos]

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros.


Walder merely smiled at the Lion's comments, brushing off his words with a slight nod, giving Tiber an apprehensive look, his eyes conveying his worries to the Lord of Lannister, warning him that this was not the best of places to speak such comments, Walder's mind flashing back to the face of his dear friend Lord Osmund, a main cut down by the mad king for making a mere jest: Lannister would have to hold his tongue if he intended to keep it.


He opened his mouth, about to speak, but his words caught in his mouth interrupted by the entrance of her grace Kuvira Targaryen, Walder offering the queen a respectful bow, his eyes locked on the Targaryen girl, curious as to how she would begin such a meeting, especially given their current situation.


"I would like to apologise for imprisoning you in my castle..." I should think so too, Walder thought, a hint of ire in his mind, he was going to miss his own granddaughters wedding and was less than pleased with the precautions the queen had taken to increase her own safety, locking up the entirety of the ruling Lords of Westeros was a poor move and one even a child would have known to avoid, especially since the lead suspect had already fled into the night. He gritted his teeth, listening through the rest of the queens speech, happy that she would be aiming for a unified realm but away that much of what she was saying was no more than words, intended to sweeten the ears of the Lords after their less than appropriate treatment.


"The House of Tully has always wanted peace" He said finally, speaking only after Lord Tiber had reaffirmed his loyalty "It is all that my House has strived for and if that is your aim then know that the Riverlords stand behind you"


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[General_warNpeace]

Deanna


After the meeting with her sister Deanna quickly changed into her armor and cloak then found herself escorted to a carriage and brought to the docks where a large sturdy ship stood that almost stole her breath with it's beauty. Standing on the docks Deanna watched as the ship that would take her to Essos was prepared from under the hood of her heavy fur cloak. The air was heavy with a chill and stunk of salt. A smell she just knew she was going to face a lot in trip to Essos. A old man with dark withered skin that contrasted sharply with his short white beard and one blue right eye approached her. When he spoke it was with a thick accented voice. "Ay lass, ya must be the little princess. I be Cap'ain Cawford. It's nice to meet ya."


"...It's nice to meet you as well Captain Cawford. You are correct I am Princess Deanna and these are my acquaintances, my guard Ser Dominic and my handmaiden Mayi." Deanna spoke once she translated the man's words. Dominic just grunted from where he leaned against a pole and Mayi waved at the man absently as she hurried over to berate a few men who dropped Deanna's chest making her smile in fond amusement. "Tell me Captain what's the name of this beauty and when will she be ready to set sail?"


Letting out a barking laugh that startled Deanna slightly the Captain shook his head as he answered. " She be called The Lost Girl little princess and you better get boarding. The men are almost done and then we are off. With or with out you."


"Of course Captain." What a ironic name. Nodding Deanna followed the captain up onto the ship but had to pause and allow herself to get used to the rocking. She sailed before but never on a ship so large. Normally just on a few small ship's that never went very far to get some experience sailing. It was a different experience already. Breathing the sea salt air in Deanna felt herself relax in a way she never allowed herself to. This rocking ship and sea salt air was freedom. Or the beginning of it. I hope it lasts. Turning to face her the captain opened his arms wide. "Welcome, to The Lost Girl. You ready for an adventure?"


"Ay!" Deanna shouted as similar shouts rang from the crew. Even Mayi joined in looking rediculis next to the taller and fiercer looking crew. "Good! Now boy's get the ship ready to sail. As for you little Princess, your handmaiden, and guard you best be getting ready. You may be royalty on land but on this here ship your just part of the crew. As such don't expect to get treated no differently. "


"Ay, Captain. Now why don't you show us where we can be useful and we will get out of your thinning hair. " Deanna grinned baring her teeth at the captain startling a laugh out of him at her headstrong words. There was no use for a princess on this ship and Deanna couldn't be happier. When Cawford's laughter had deteriated to mere chuckles he proceeded to show the lass and her companions around. Maybe the young princess will survive here after all. Glancing at the large man accompanying her that looked unimpressed at the ship and the woman standing tall by the princesses side with a defiant glint in her eyes that was betrayed by her twitching hands. Maybe all three of them will.

 

[TheFordee20]

Fair Isle, The Westerlands


"No, please... please..." The young girl cried as Leech took her. The crowd who had gathered around the port now lay around it, dead. Ciar cleaned blood off of his blade. He had just killed a guard wearing the colours of House Farman.


"You lot!" Ciar shouted at his men. They had lost about eight men at the port- but they were still hundreds strong. "I want our best men to head up Faircastle way and make sure no one living in that castle remains alive before nightfall!"


We may die here, but what is dead may never truly die.


The Ironborn gave a loud roar. They finished up at the port, and about a hundred or so men begun to march their way through the small village surrounding it. Ciar looked back at the ships only now beginning to dock.


"Goodbrother!" He cried.


Alby Goodbrother looked at him, with a confused face.


"Tell the other ships to pull out and join the others once they arrive on The Sunset Sea." Ciar commanded.


"Aye, aye." Alby responded as he begun to screech orders at his men. The ships started to move out, until only 'The Fat Fish' and several others remained. Ciar, Dent, Leech, Seasick, Ulick Pyke and a few others then decided to join their brothers at Faircastle.


Ciar looked at the bodies around him, one of them was still moving. The girl that Leech had taken. She was a young little thing.


"Leech, put the lass out of her misery." Leech nodded and silenced her crying with a cut of her pale throat.


Pyke, The Iron Islands


Conn grinned. "Fair Isle. But, I plan on others. I sent a whole fleet there- Ciar Myre's." Conn remained seated. The fire still popped. Conn finished his ale.


"That is not all, Haelga. The Shield Islands will quake soon too, as well as others. This is only the beginning." Conn said, his eyes almost filled with tears.


I will take these lands.


The door opened and Vaughan came in with a small army at his back. "Escort your niece to her room for the night." Conn instructed. His eyes turned to the flames that danced around, wildly.


He could hear commotion behind him. "Come on with me, Haelga. I don't wish to harm ya'." Vaughan said, sincerely. I don't want her harmed unless it is necessary. She is my sister, after all.


"Thank you for the gift, my little sister." Conn's stare flung back to Haelga. "I truly mean it."


The egg will hatch once I find a man who knows how to hatch it. And where else better to look for one than The Citadel itself?





@SirDerpingtonIV

 

[TheAncientCelt]

Vladan nodded intently at Kuvira's words, feeling his heart pull at her sincere desire for peace and prosperity. The girl was too sweet to rule alone, he practically growled, The Lannisters couldn't be trusted to manage their own land, the Tully's were schemers, the Stark's practically ruled themselves. Maeryn had been too lenient on his subjects. 'I'll make sure Kuvira understands these men aren't her friends. They are leeches and parasites, nothing more.' His icy orbs hardened at Tiber's voice. His tone alone carried a mocking nature. 'Impudent cub.'


At Lord Walder's admission for peace, Vladan scoffed. He suddenly found his chair uncomfortable, he shifted in it, insistently trying to find a mix between an enjoyable and respectful posture. "We all wish to help you, your grace." The Grand Maester said not so meekly, glaring daggers at most of those in attendance. "As we have supported Good King Maeryn before, so shall we stand by you through storms and summers." Eyes as fierce as winter's winds edged towards Elia Martell. The brown robes shifted as the Bolton reached inside his right sleeve, then continuing. "What work I've done to uncover this most egregious offense has born little fruits. But the servant who presumed to strike you we discovered to be Dornish. Her skin is darker than all others with an exotic voice as well. A very queer circumstance."


From his right sleeve so came two letters, both with seals still intact. The Stag of Storm's End along with a red Targaryen Dragon imprinted in the wax was the most glaring features. "These came in the past week, peculiar messages I thought befitting only your eyes and the eyes of your small council. . It seems some of these lords may join us in the daily burden of leadership, it would be right for you to unveil what they said here. Hopefully Lord Braedon is offering his head for forgiveness of his House. " The Grand Maester passed them to Walder Tully, nodding at Kuvira. "If you could be so kind, Lord Walder. . "


Letters

Spoiler

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.


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.

Spoiler

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

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@Hypnos

 

[Mion]

Lordsport, Pyke, The Iron Isles


Siegfried had docked his fleet to stock up on supplies for his fleet, it was costly but it was the only thing that was important to Siegfried, there wasn't anything that he would be happier to spend long hours and large sums of currency on. As his men carried the orders back to their ships Siegfried began to hear more and more mutters about Fair Isle and the Western lands. This peaked Siegfried's interest and sent orders to his men to keep the fleet docked for the time being and watch over the ship in rotation while the rest take breaks, he had his 3 captains come with him. Siegfried and his group made a trip to the nearest tavern which he bought ale for his companions, Siegfried himself was not in the mood for a drink as he came here to converse rather than getting drunk. Siegfried questioned the bartender(innkeeper?).


"There has been these rumors of fair isle and the Westerlands, are any of these true or are they but rumors?"





The Innkeeper sighed.


"Aye... They are true, orders from the King no doubt." The innkeeper shook his head in dissapointment.


A smile appeared on Siegfried's face, waved half heartedly as he turned from the Innkeeper.


He approached the table his men hadade themselves welcome to.


"Alright, once you have finished up I want your arises back on your ships. I have some good news for the men."





With that Siegfried made his leave from the Tavern and back to the fleet.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Haelga Greyjoy, Pyke, Iron Islands



​

Haelga simply shrugged, wondering why his brother was foolish enough to risk the wrath of the Lion. The Lannisters had a capable fleet, and their latest lord had already made an example of those who wished to anger him. "Ciar Myres... a sailor and a warrior renowned," she said plainly, not at all surprised by his choice in men. Already she felt pity for those who called the Fair Isle their home. She simply nodded in agreement at his words of 'This only on the beginning.' Oh yes, a beginning it would be. Although not even she knew the answer. If her brother opened that egg... the entire continent would fall, she had no doubt of it. She could almost see tears in his eyes, when the doors opened, and her uncle and a large number of men entered. She simply watched, not at all surprised. As soon as her uncle had left the room at a nod from her brother, she had expected something like this. A man stood on her right, massive, bear of a man, with a strange, disturbingly realistic metal mask covering his face, a spiked cone-shaped helmet decorated with red-colored horsehairs hanging from the top, and thick lamellar armor covered in small metal plates. He was one of the few Mussovy warriors she had managed to find, and she had yet to hear a single word from the man. Even now, he was completely silent as he reached out for a massive, axe-like weapon on his back, before Haelga gave a quick order in a gutteral, utterly foreign language, and he paused, before taking a seat again. Her other men positioned in the hall had stood in similar fashion, but sat upon Haelga's order.


She stood, her face passive, although tinged with disappointment. "I presume my men will be given proper quarters as well, Lord Greyjoy?" she asked plainly, although anger boiled in her gut. She had four-hundred and fifty men, either in this room or not that far outside it. She could easily have Conn slain, but this force of her brother's that stood at the door might prove too much for her men. She didn't know how many men Conn had in this castle, and didn't wish to find out. Her brother turned his gaze back to her, staring as he spoke his words. She simply shook her head. "What you truly mean, Lord Greyjoy, is nothing I care for. All I have to say to you, if you'll bother to heed me, is that there is no salvation inside of that old shell, if there even is anything inside of it. There only can be death, death that no Ironborne can tame." with those words, she turned her gaze away from him, happier for it, as she walked out, her soldiers following her.





@TheFordee14

 

[Leusis]

@WanderingJester


Riding into Casterly Rock Roland was overwhelmed for a moment, many memories of the war returning to him. Many of them being of battle, the scent of bloodshed filling his nose for an instant as he recalled the slaughter of the two rebel houses. Sighing he could not believe he would soon be a minor lord under the iron fist of a Lannister who could do such things. It was as if he didn't even consider the fact that the women and children had no say in what their husbands and fathers did, they all died the same. One thing he also immediately took notice of as well was the fact soldiers were pouring out from the city, obviously prepared for battle. "What the hell is all of this about?" he said quietly to himself as men marched passed him and Edwyn approached Martyn, speaking to him about something.


It was shortly after this that Celena yelled to him, knowing exactly what her intention was the moment she finished speaking. He had told her of his attitude towards the Ironborn and she was obviously trying to get her brother and uncle a free army to fight and die in place of Lannister men. Trotting over to Edwyn and Martyn however he would speak simply. "My morals keep me from standing by as innocent villagers are slaughtered and I will indeed aid you. However, my men do not all share my disposition and I will need small payment and your word that you will both speak well of me to Lord Tiber before I speak to him of my offer of aid. Can you two agree with this?" he questioned the two of them, his expression blank and revealing nothing.


If his offer was accepted he would simply gather his men before moving out with the Lannister forces. "John, I will need you to stay here so that you may keep Lord Tiber entertained and tell him of my presence in the Westerlands, do you understand?". "Aye" the large man spoke simply, starting to lead his horse to the stables as Roland marched out with half his total army, totaling 400 men not counting Roland himself.

 

[Huor Spinks]

Arren - Highgarden Courtyard


When Peridian came running into Arren's office declaring that the party from King's Landing had arrived, Arren could barely resist the smile that came onto his lips, as he immediately stood up from his seat. "Thank you, Peridian," he said. "I will go to meet them then. Let the other servants know to prepare for them, if they have not already." And then he strode forward, down at at least three flights of steps before coming into the court yard where the returning party was gathered. There was a smile on his face as he moved forward to greet them. He had rushed down, it was admitted, and it was a mercy that a coughing bout did not start. If was as if the older he grew, the healthier he became, and if this trend continued, all the better for him.


He moved forward at about the same time Evaleen noticed him, and they both collided in a hug. "Sister, it's been far too long since you've graced this lonely castle with your presence," he said with a grin on his face. "How has it been with you? And Ser Erik?" His face darkened somewhat as he inquired about Ser Erik's health. He could barely stand the loutish man, and all the more he pitied his poor sister for being married to such a lout. "He has been respectful to you, at least? As for me, I have been well, for the past two days, at least. It seems that there is much I need to be informed on."


It was then that his gaze slid down to little Hallie, standing next to Everleen with a cheerful expression on his face. He knelt down then, to meet eye contact with Hallie. "It is good to see you again, Hallie. Do you still remember your uncle, at least? Even if he visits so rarely. Have you been in good health? And your studies, how are they?" Of course Arren would inquire after Hallie's studies.


It was then that he noticed Filicity standing apart from them. He hesitated slightly, before standing up to meet her eyes. Even though she was his half-sister, she had been born to a mother even younger than his own age. As such, there was some distance between them, and it grew a little awkward at times, because they were both so different from each other. But family they still remained, and so he smiled and inclined his head towards her. He would have to catch up with her as well, but since he was in a conversation with Evaleen and Hallie, it would be rude to leave them and approach her.


@TheFordee14

 

[National]

Benjicott Tully





"I never get a good nights sleep anymore."


The blonde haired man known as Benjicott Tully yawns, stretching his back to remove the kinks from sleeping upright, groaning from the discomfort of his very brief nap. He was informed by his father to take his eldest daughter (or nephew, i forgot which one) back home, to be wedded to one of the Tarlys (forgot which one). He was standing outside of the gates of King's Landing now, since his father was abducted by the queen, an action that infuriated Benjicott. However, he knew there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't want his temper to cause his fathers life, since he didn't believe his father would look good on the chopping block with his eldest son by his side. A group that Benjicott himself picked were getting ready to ride with their lord as well, their fairly groomed and healthy horses neighing as they chew on the emerald green grass, the breeze of the land playing through Benjicott's rough blonde hair, his beard barely being rustled as he sighs, his blue eyes twinkling.


"Alright men, we better get going. But, by the gods, I believe I am missing something. What was it...? (I set that up so if there's anything I missed you can just chuck it in there.)


@Hypnos

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Rookery, Red Keep, King's Landing

POV: Gelgin Arryn (Past)

Gelgin struggled in through the doors of the rookery, greeted by Vladan. He waved the Grand Maester off, nonverbally answering his question in the negative. He moved over to a wall, and put as much weight on it as he could. His leg did tire itself out quickly on such terrain as spiraling stairs and the general confines of a castle.


"No, no, Grand Maester. I do not know who it was, but I am confident of who it was not." He shook his head, with the very barest trace of sadness in the movement. "I do not believe the Stags would send one so easily linked to them as an assassin. Hot-headed Braedon may be, but I do not think him such a fool." A weary sigh escaped into audibility. "Regardless, war will come, but I will do my part to delay its unwelcome arrival."


Council Meeting Chambers, Red Keep, King's Landing

POV: Gelgin Arryn (Present)

Gelgin set his shoulder against the door to the Council Meeting Chambers, and they opened up to reveal that the council was already gathered. Hmm. Not everyone was burdened down by a crippled leg, though. He excused himself for that. Outwardly, not a muscle shifted in his face as he quickly hobbled over to his seat and lowered himself into it, a slight but sudden relief flowing through his legs as he did so. The Small Council looked competent. Well chosen, Queen Kuvira. He'd pick up context clues and join in when he felt it was right.


@TheAncientCenturion

 

[TheAncientCelt]

Rookery, Red Keep, King's Landing


Vladan (Past)


Vladan raised an eyebrow, turning his back briefly to the Hand as he tended to another letter. "Osmund was the lord of the Stormlands for a long while. Even if Braedon hadn't directly commanded it, one of his bannermen might of on his behalf - hot blood and slow minds are common in that region of Westeros." His head turned, the cold stare returning to Gelgin. "But I agree, Braedon likely hadn't commanded the attack. It doesn't mean he had no knowledge of it. He ran, Lord Gelgin. Ran. Innocent men do not run." The Grand Maester moved off to a corner of the rookery, returning with a wooden stool. It was old and dusty, with little support other then the four disproportionate legs underneath it. "Sit, please." He set the stool down closer to the door before continuing.


"Mayhaps I am paranoid. But we believe the woman, the servant girl that is, was from Dorne." He waited moments before continuing, hoping to catch any subtle shift in Lord Arryn's face. "What this could mean for us is unknown, though I have my theories. The assassin had to know she would not survive long after her strike, but the women of Dorne are. . Hot blooded." A ghost of a grin fell upon his crooked lips. "I consider the Martell's suspects alongside the Stormlords. Braedon may take up arms, spurred on by the support of those underneath him. . " A grim expression replaced any light hearted expression on his face. "Might be the Martell's are using the Stormlords and Crown both, forging a conflict. Aye, war is coming, but the enemy is not so clear. . "


@Fezzes

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Rookery, Red Keep, King's Landing

POV: Gelgin Arryn (Past)

Gelgin nodded at Vladan's words, soaking them in and taking the proffered seat. As intelligent as the Hand was, a second opinion could do wonders for the thought processes. Especially if said opinion was from the Grand Maester. Dorne, he had to admit, was not something he had considered for very long. To his knowledge, the Dornish seemed to be the most isolated group in Westeros, more so than the Ironborn or the Starks. He'd almost forgotten them. The Grand Maester raised a very good point.


After a few seconds, Gelgin bagen to speak again. "No, the enemy is unknown. But some of the sides are clear. Braedon's motivations for running are unclear, but the result is. The Baratheons, I believe, are on the brink of war. The Starks, then, will likely be drawn in to their side. As for who would support the Crown..." Gelgin trailed off in thought for a second, before continuing. "I would like to say all others would support the Crown. I know not the intentions of the Tullys, or the Tarlys, or the Lannisters, and especially the Martells. The Ironborns will always be a wildcard. They strive for independence; it is in their blood. I would not be surprised if they decided to take this chance." He neglected to mention his own house's loyalties, but they were clear in his mind.


@TheAncientCenturion

 

[Hypnos]

The Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros.


What little colour remained in the old man's face prior to the Maester's letters disappeared with the velocity of a flowing river, Walder Tully growing paler than freshly fallen snow, his wrinkled hands shaking nervously, concealed from the other lords only by their position underneath the large oaken table of the council chamber, any form of anger or complaint that he had previously had towards her grace dispersing into the air, it seems like peace is no longer an option he thought, his eyes still glued to the letters, their contents paining him more than than the blade of any knife.


"Ehem" Walder cleared his throat, aware that he held the gaze of all of those in the room, his silence, causing slight concern within the queens council, the lords present confused as to what could scare him in such a way, preventing him from addressing the room. He steeled his nerves, biting his lip before beginning to read aloud the contents of the first letter, looking for the reaction of those closest to him.


"Transcribed by Maester Hake" he finished, his voice low and hoarse, concealing his fear behind a steely gaze, attempting to remain strong in front of those that were his peers "Your... Your grace... I, I'm truly sorry, but it appears that peace will no longer be an option for the seven kingdoms... I... This" he stopped unable to finish what he was about to say, his mind a whirlwind of emotion. He had fought in the previous Blackfyre rebellion, his father leading a force of Riverlanders down to the step stones, it had been a horrid and bloody war, and it had been his last. He winced, suddenly aware of the pain in his leg, his wound flaring up again even after all these years, a searing sensation that would never truly fade, the fire of the black dragon.


He looked to the queen in desperation, still thinking about the letters contents, it couldn't be true, he thought, she can't possibly be a bastard. Viserys Waters had been a vile boy, who had in his youth preformed many atrocious acts, going so far as to even hold his holiness at knife point to demand legitimisation, someone who was not above lying to achieve his goals. It appeared that he had rebranded himself in the golden company, casting off his bastard cloak and instead claiming the name of a family who had not graced the land of Westeros for nigh forty years, it made sense that he would want to throw his former shame unto another, disowning Kuvira and giving himself a claim in the process, that wasn't what frightened him however, no, Walder's fear came from another source entirely, the Maesters second letter.


Oh Breadon, fucking Breadon, were you not Osmund's son I would have given up on you long ago, but as it stands I owe a debt to your father, he was like family to me. Family, Duty, Honour, he repeated those words in his head, aware that he would have to be the one to reveal Breadon's treachery to the court, not a thought he particularly relished at.


"There is something else your grace, Breadon, the stag, he demands that you abdicate you throne in favour of your closest -in his words- true born relative, that being himself, he states that if you shall not comply with his demands then he shall have to take the crown by force" Walder frowned, Breadon had made no mention of anything else in his letter, nothing to do with the assassination, or justice for his father, or even anything regarding his poor sister Astris who was still confined somewhere within the Red Keep, hungry and alone. I should have rescued her when I had the chance, Walder thought, I should have sailed down to Storm's End to talk sense into Breadon and stop him from making this decision too rashly, it is my fault that this conflict has occurred, my fault that Osmund's son marches to his doom. I shall not make a similar mistake again he thought, I shall not allow blood to be spilled for my foolishness. He sat in silence, awaiting the other lords reactions, his resolute iron.


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