Fandom A Game Of Thrones : THE EXALTED COUNCIL - RP

[Valemon]

Arran Royce​

House Royce was no longer as a respected house as it used to. When they were called into council it was clear that it was for casting a vote, and therefore a well-spoken diplomat was not needed, but instead someone who could carry out the mission. Therefore, Arran was chosen.​

Unlike most that were heading to Harrenhal, Arran travelled on horseback, acquainted by two knights from Runestone. Sleeping in tents and hunting while travelling, they lived less luxurious than the nobles. Because of this, they arrived in Harrenhal a bit later than expected. This did not stress Arran as he rode his black friesian through the gates. Wearing full armour, minus his helmet, the sound of hooves and the metal on his body were loud enough to attract attention from some of the guards located closest to the castle gate. "I am here to represent House Royce", he informs a soldier from the horses back, a gesture that would be considered rude by some. After announcing his arrival, he continued on horseback, riding past tents with banners portraying different figures he was not familiar with. It bothered him knowing that none of these figures nor the people here were familiar to him. Instead, he judged the importance of people by the size of their tents, the value of their clothing and number of guards. Spotting women much more beautiful than those in Runestone, and men… He frowned to himself and continued over to an open field where they could pitch their tent up for the time staying here. While the two other men did this, Arran began to remove the sadel from his horse, running his hand over its back and talking to it softly "you have deserved a few days off…".

 

[Yarrow]

Loren Lannister

Loren was by the captain of the Tyrell guard trough the tent towards Lord Tyrell himself. Looking around this tent made Loren realise that the Tyrell really loved it that his daughter was carrying a Targaryen child inside her. It wouldn't surprise Loren if the first action of the child would be to change the Targaryen sigil background from red to green, and the beautiful black dragon to a golden one. Loren was well aware of the arrogancy and pride of Baelor, Loren could also be a little arrogant, but not as much as Lord Tyrell. Loren knew he needed also the be careful around Lord Tyrell. Of course, Loren was the wealthiest man is whole Westeros, but Lord Tyrell got the most men and food, the latter one was clearly shown by the belly of the man. The red glow made it also clear that this man had drunk a lot of wine over the years. This, together with his arrogancy would make Lord Tyrell the perfect subject of a joke, but Loren was a polite man.
Baelor placed his hand on the should of Loren, but in a swift movement, Loren took the hand with his left hand from his shoulder and gave Baelor a firm handshake with his right "It's a pleasure for me too, Baelor" Loren replied to the greeting "I am just here to talk about the council and maybe some other business, as usual"

Hypnos

Willam Lannister

Willam smiled at his uncle "It has been great, well, yeah, what you can call great. I have just arrived here, I rode with the whole King's Landing party

TheFool

 

[Dread-neck]

Lucas the Ashen Blade​

Grazing the man was a victory...but then he had to pivot. Stupid running in close like that against a style that he did not know. Grabbing the blade and pivoting was something that Lucas had not expected, but he had to follow through. Being even in strength was one thing, but the prince proved to be quite agile. Lucas was going to have to be on top of his game if he wanted to impress. Pushing off with his right foot, he followed the prince's spin, noticing the bash headed for his face a little too late. He flinched his head away, but was still caught, the sting of the blade giving him a nice little gash. The prince's blade had missed his mark in his right leg, however it managed to find another, his left leg. Though the prince did have the advantage in speed, there was one advantage that Lucas possessed; armor. So while the blade did hit his left leg, the angle was awkward and the leather saved him for the most part, the blade only grazing the skin. Lucas was not going to let that blow be the only one that was landed however. His blade in his left hand, he went to sent the hilt of the ash covered blade into the prince's unprotected ribs as hard as he could and pushed off with his legs, hoping to put a little distance between them.

 

[Hypnos]

Ser Eustace Lyberr
Captain of the Tyrell Guard​

If Baelor Tyrell was at all phased by the Lannister’s audacity in physically removing the Lord of Highgarden’s hand from his shoulder, Ser Eustace could not tell. To him, it seemed as if Lord Baelor was as jolly as ever, offering Loren yet another hearty chuckle as the two men shook hands.

“Of course, Loren, take a seat. There is much to talk about, yet so little time.” Baelor gestured for Ser Eustace to fetch the pair some wine, a task with which Eustace was less than happy to comply with. Eustace was a knight, and a good one at that, not a common servant meant to fetch drinks, though when confronted with Lord Tyrell he had no choice but to oblige with the order. Tyrell may have been a bloated old fool, but he was a powerful old fool, and no one knew that better than Lord Tyrell himself. He was certainly not afraid to throw his weight around when given the chance, and nothing was more dangerous than an important lord who knew his own strength.

Eustace returned only a few moments later, clutching a bottle of wine that was likely worth more than King’s ransom in gold, certainly more money than Eustace would ever see. He poured out two goblets, pushing one towards the Lord of Casterly Rock, and the other to the Lord of Highgarden.

“As you very well know, I am against this council, the whole seven forsaken thing.” Eustace watched as Lord Tyrell drummed his fingers against his desk in an agitated manner, “Rosby went behind my back in an attempt to take the crown from my future grandson, I do not intend to let this stand. We’re smart men Loren, you and I, we know what will happen if a woman or a bastard sits the Iron Throne: anarchy, anarchy and bloodshed. I have been a Lord for over three decades now, and I’ve seen many things, I sat the small council of King Aegon. He did not want them to rule, the bastard, or the woman, that’s why he married his only son off to my daughter, he wanted to secure the line of succession. He entrusted me to secure his throne. Yet here we are, all the lord’s of the realm, invited to Harrenhal to take a shit on the legacy of a great man and give his crown to those who do not deserve it.” Lord Tyrell’s hand clenched into the shape of a fist. “I want this council dead and buried, two months, two months is all that it will take for my daughter to have her son. Then, and only then, should we decide who sits the Iron Throne, and we should decide through virtue of the law, not just the whims or the Arryns, the Baratheons and Lord Rosby. You understand, don’t you Loren? You know what needs to happen?”

Yarrow

 

[TheFool]

Elaena Targaryen
Claimant To The Iron Throne


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They hugged. Just for a little longer. Before, eventually, Elaena let go of him. “It is fine. I… I understand.” She said to Daeron. She wiped the tears away. “I just want you and Visenya with me. Like how it was.”
Maybe we can be together. She thought. If I win The Iron Throne, I will be able to do whatever I wish. And have whoever at my side. “I know I asked you, but you do not have to explain yourself. Really. I understand.” She said. She couldn’t stay mad at Daeron. I never could. Whether it was when he was annoying me at the dining table, or chasing me around the courtyards.

He was my uncle. He still is my uncle.

“What is it you’re holding?” She asked, finally noticing the tome in his hand.

Tyland Lannister
Lion Of Lannister


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“I’d completely forgotten you were currently in King’s Landing.” Tyland said putting his hand on his nephew’s shoulder. Tyland had been staying in Lannisport for the last while, trying to avoid Loren. Tyland turned away from Willam and knelt down. He picked up a small pebble and then threw it into The God’s Eye.

“I imagine things have been awfully hectic down there lately.” Tyland said, referring to the state of King’s Landing after King Aegon’s passing.

Spoiler: MENTIONS

Braddington
Yarrow

 

[Akio]

Qoren Martell
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"Perhaps so, though who knows how long the council will last." He said and while he seemed to agree with her he seemed to be thinking about something else entirely. Wait too long and other lords would get offers. Perhaps he should visit Lord Lannister and Lord Tully to get their opinion. Maybe even lord Greyjoy, if they bothered to send a delegate. The Iron Islands always acted differently compared to the rest of the realm. When she asked to confirm his support he simply nodded. "She has it." He said firmly before following her gaze to Lord Rosby. His gaze fixed on him for a moment, he was the originator of this entire Grand Council and seemed to be quite eager to help with the preparations as well. "He seems quite eager to get this Grand Council going... You rode with him here did you not? Did he say anything to you about all this?" Jocelyn likely knew Lord Rosby better then most, having spent so much time with him in Kingslanding and now he questioned her, wondering if she had any idea where his aims might lie.

Ryden Martell​

When he got behind him he almost thought the battle was won. He had managed to heavily gash his cheek and as he swung at his leg it seems like he might succeed after all. However, he slid his leg forward and the sword just missed his leg and only grazed off the other, hardly even tearing at it. Stuck slightly in the momentum for the swing he could see him starting to turn with him and swinging the hilt at him. Without time to correct her momentum, Ryden just lets himself fall into it. Pushing off his foot hard he came into his guard so he couldn't hit him properly with the hilt in his awkward turning faze and check him with his shoulder will the full force of his body. While he was not in armor it would have dodged the blow and likely been more than enough to unbalance him as he had also been trying to skip backward as well. Never the less it threw him out of balance as well and he half stepped, half stumbled away from him after attempting shoulder checking him as he took up his stance and reset. Taking a breath and recollecting himself as he looked at the fighter in front of him. He was impressed but he said no words to him but his stance shifted slightly, becoming more tense and tight as his eyes roamed over him, seeking a way to break his guard.

 

[Braddington]

Daeron Targaryen
Claimant to the Iron Throne​

Daeron let go of Elaena and wiped the tears from his eyes before holding the book out in front of him, he brushed off the front and spoke allowed the title “A History of The Reign of King Aegon the Sixth of his name. The Grand Maester gave it to me as I was about to come in. He wrote it himself and thought I would appreciate it." Daeron pondered the tomb for a second and handed it over to Elaena “Here, you can have it. I can always get another copy one day and it would be something nice for you to remember him by.”

TheFool

 

[TheFool]

Jocelyn Baratheon
Dowager Queen


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“She has it.”
Jocelyn smiled at his answer. Qoren soon brought up Rosby. She almost replaced her grin with a grimace, but she stopped herself. “Though Rosby and I have continuously endured each other's presence in King’s Landing- I am not aware of his current stance.” Jocelyn admitted. Though he will probably back Daeron just out of spite.
“Believe it or not, we have yet to have a conversation centered around the matter.” She continued. “Though I am sure he will be very vocal once the council begins.” There is no doubt in my mind that he will be. Jocelyn pushed Rosby to the back of her thoughts. “Anyway,” She said to Qoren. “I will be going to see my granddaughter soon after I meet with my brother, Alexander. You are welcome to join me, my prince.”

Elaena Targaryen
Claimant To The Iron Throne


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Elaena’s eyes widened.
“Are you sure?” She asked, and she took the books into her hands. He nodded. “Thank you. I will treasure it.” Elaena held the book to her chest and smiled at him. She walked over to her bed and placed the book on the cabinet beside it.
“How is Visenya?” She asked as she turned around, looking back at Daeron.

“She is well. Surprisingly taking all of this in stride.” He replied.
Elaena sat on the edge of her bed and looked back at the book. “She seems to be braver than both of us.” Elaena said, half jokingly.

Spoiler: MENTIONS

Akio
Braddington

 

[myst.erion]

Larah Caterine Stark
Since her father, brother, and sister in law had left for The Vale and the council, Larah had been busying herself with plenty of crafts, horse riding, target practice and long walks through the Godswood; with special company. She made sure to keep her mind off of worrying about her responsible family, and keep it on her time away from that responsibility. Of course, she cared for her younger sisters, seeing as Willow had also run off to Harrenhal, but the two of them were not immature, and they could be trusted to behave....most of the time; Lyanna more so than Aragelle. Besides, her mother also stayed in Winterfell, along with the noble Addam. She couldn't be more grateful for her mother's decision to stay. She wanted her safe and sound, but she also wouldn't be able to handle her sister's without being able to threaten them with their mother's help. The "eldest" had all been away for some weeks now, the journey was long, rigorous. Larah didn't know a journey half as long as the one to Harrenhal. The most she had ever travelled was 2 days there and 2 days back. She did wish to travel further though...Winterfell's stone slabs had become painful to stare past many a year ago. Till then, however, Larah indulged in what her home had to offer, and now, prayed for Winter's crisp arrival, once the summer was up.
In the Godswood, underneath a beautifuly flowering tree, Larah lay her head back on the grass with a heavy sigh and a light laugh. Perhaps the only thing she enjoyed about the warm weather, was the way it brought in soft breeze's, and gave life to the thick grass now beneath her. It gave sublime comfort, and made for a perfect spot to gaze at the clouds overhead. Larah absentmindedly held onto a peice of grass by her head, and pulled it till it broke. It took hardly any effort for her to begin picking away at it over her stomach, distracted by many a sight in the tree's above her. The Snow in her company may have lost sight of her for a few moments, for she had dashed behind a bundle of vines and tree's before finding her safe spot in the grass.
Another sigh left her, her eyes still looking up at the sky while she waited and listened to her surroundings. Today had been a satisfyingly relaxed day.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Addam Snow
The Wolf's Fang

It had been a pretty average morning for Addam. Wake up, eat breakfast, say goodbye to his mother, and then head off to Winterfell. He didn't have to do much. Only look after the Stark children, specifically Lara. They were...close. If you catch my drift. He soon met up with her, joining her as they took a walk through the Godwoods. He sighed, saying, "Great day, huh? Never thought it could ever get so warm in the North." He laughed, holding her hand as they walked on. When she dashed off, he sighed, saying, "By the Old God's, Lara!" He shook his head, running after her as he smiled. "You're energetic today, aren't you?" He kissed her, smiling widely as he said, "I love you Lara. So, so much. I can't live without you." He kissed her again, not feeling any of the guilt he usually did. He was in a relationship with his best friend's sister, and hadn't even told him yet. He was afraid to. He was the bastard of some unknown Northern nobleman, and she was the daughter of the Lord Paramount of the North. Their relationship wouldn't be looked upon with fond eyes if anyone found out. And well, Lara was being courted by the oldest son of the Whitehill's. It was only happening because Bryce wasn't in Winterfell, and Theon wanted to leave the decision up to his father. If Theon would have chosen, it would have been a resounding no, but he would let his father choose. Addam pulled away, blushing as he said, "Was that too romantic? I'm awful at this, love."
myst.erion​

 

[Nightblade]

Jon Baratheon
The Silent Stag

Jon had not expected to come to Harrenhal so soon, but then again it was not every day the King and Heir to the throne both died around the same time. He had been on the island of Tarth around the time the news broke. But then of course his information network had already gotten the news to him. He had of course, made all kinds of haste towards Kings Landing before moving on to Harrenhal for this council. He of course would stay close to his sister during this rough patch since the game was now shaky with the male line all but wiped out.

Keeping the flow of news from the capital coming to him, Jon soon arrived in Harrenhal. After the official presentation of himself to the court, he followed the steps of the dance that was court life. He had vanished for a few hours to wash and rest. Soon enough he made his way to his sisters rooms. Per his family title, he had managed to do this like a shadow. His sister of course knew him too well.

After speaking with his sister, Jon then left her to her devices and returned to the rooms he had been provided. He then began to think of who would stand by each claimant to the throne. Of course Dorne would stand in Support of Eleana with her mother being a Martell. Reaching his camp, Jon poured a goblet of Dornish Red wine and took a drink. He started thinking about what way the chips would fall in this. He knew Dorne and the Stormlands would follow Eleana. The crownlands would possibly do the same. The Reach may follow Melessas child should she birth a Targaryen.

It was the Westerlands, Riverlands, Vale and the North that would decide this dead lock. Of course his sister worked to sway them by having this council. Jon naturally would not be in there, that would fall to his brother Alexander since he was the ruling lord of the Stormlands. Reading through some letters from friends in Essos, he learnt that interest in the kingdoms was building because of this shaky time in the monarchy. Writing out a reply, he stashed the letters away.

While his sister knew some of his activities and what he was involved in, she did not know it all. through building connections in Essos, Jon could help muster arms for war if it came to it. It was nothing impressive of course, but Jon knew that numbers meant everything in War.Calling for a bath, Jon sank into the tub of warm water and relaxed. Thinking about who would be coming to the exalted council, Jon ticked the kingdoms off one by one. Naturally he would look to get their measure at some point.​

 

[Akio]

Qoren Martell
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Qoren was slightly disappointed she knew nothing of Rosbys intentions. For a man who held so much power in Westeros for the moment only to willingly set himself to give it up during the small council. He had met the man only a few times before but he knew there was a cunning to him. He would not have done this for no reason. What was his aim? And how would it affect the Grand Council? Whatever plan Lord Rosby had set up... Could very well change the Council more than the vote of any single great house, or maybe even all of them. Never the less he could do little more than turn away from him, he would look at Jocelyn who offered to take him with her to see Elaena and he nodded a bit solemnly. "Yes, I should. It would be good to see her. It has been a long time, and a difficult point for her..." The last time had seen her had been the coattails of her mothers funeral and they had been so deep in mutual grief long that he hadn't been able to say much to her other than some small comforts. It was time to see the woman he meant to put on the throne.

 

[Little-Fox]

Willow Stark
Daughter of the North
​

It wasn't like her to travel alone, but leaving the others had seemed the most prudent at the time. She'd started to have second thoughts by the third day and by day four she was fully regretting her decision. When she finally arrived at Harrenhal and saw the tents already up with people milling about, she realized she was late. Where could my father be? Anywhere really, she knew that he would likely be handling quite a few things here and she wondered if Theon had come as well or if he had left their father to represent the family alone.

The dark blue linen of her dress that was usually so comforting had become oppressive in the heat, her thick cloak had long been discarded in the carriage just so she wouldn't die of a heat stroke. The brief stay in the Crossroads inn had been a relief, a moment to bathe and rest in a proper bed for a night and then... Stepping out of the carriage, she offered a warm smile to the man who had thankfully driven the coach the entire way, his driving partner already tending to the horses as she brushed back a curtain of red tresses. "Thank you... have you seen my father about yet?" The dark haired man shook his head apologetically and waited to see if she needed anything else before heading back to help his assistant.

You are a Stark. Be brave. She reminded herself as she started towards the bustle of people, stormy blue eyes flitting from face to face as she looked for one she recognized.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Bryce Stark
Wolf of the North

Bryce leaned back in his chair, sighing as a guard came in, saying, "Mi'lord, your daughter is here." Bryce suddenly looked up, saying, "Really? Which one?" The guard stood upright, saying, "Lady Willow, Mi'lord." Bryce smiled, saying, "Thank you. Could you come and bring her to me. I haven't seen her in over a month." He sighed, happy that his oldest daughter was here with him. He loved all of his children, and was always happy to help with them. He wasn't the father he hoped he could be, but he did his best. He protected them, provided for them, and pushed them in the right direction. Amelia did the rest. She was much gentler than he was. She was a woman of much more emotion than him, and had always been the one who cared for the children. He sighed, rubbing his greying beard as he said to himself, "I'm getting old. Next thing I know, Willow'll be married and have a little one."
Little-Fox​

 

[Little-Fox]

Willow Stark
Daughter of the North
​

Pale fingers laced together as she desperately tried not to wring her hands, her heart in her throat as she moved along between the groups of conversing individual, offering a warm if not timid smile with the bow of her head to those who took notice of her. Between the heat and her anxiety, her freckles had begun to cloud her features while faint pink tinted the hue of her cheeks. The look she gave the guard who came to retrieve her was nothing short of gratitude as he led her through the maze of people to where her father had taken up residence and when they arrived her relief was more than evident. Gentle like her mother, Willow had always been a quiet listener and here she was no different. "I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner to help." She offered softly. "Have you at least been well, Father?"

 

[ACHA]

Ser Steffon "the King's Shield" Rogers
Knight of the Kingsguard​

Ser Steffon has always been steadfast in his duties, and yet with their long travel to Harrenhal and the Lord Commander's insistence on changing their assignments, he felt that he has been away from his charge for too long. He had been searching for Lady Jocelyn, the Dowager Queen. In time, his search came to fruition. He walked towards the lady as he saw him talking with another person. He paid him no mind, as his focus was on Lady Jocelyn first.

"Your grace, my apologies for my short absence." he told the lady as he bowed his head.

The late king's passing forced the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard to reassing Ser Steffon, and though he has been with the Kingsguard for years now, he knew little of the Dowager Queen's temperament. He was always around the late king. Hopefully, Lady Jocelyn heard of the juggling of the Kingsguard from the Lord Commander. Otherwise, this would be a pitiful start and impression. He was no longer "the King's Shield".

TheFool Akio

Lord Albert "the Swift Lion" Reyne
Lord of Castamere
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Albert stood alone as he watched the other nobles scamper around the halls of Harrenhal, each with their own agenda. And while he had his own, he was patient. He silently just fiddled a coin and made it trickle down his fingers to alleviate his boredom.

He came to Harrenhal with his liege lord, Lord Loren Lannister, but lost sight of him. His brothers came along with him but they were gone within Harrenhal too. Knowing the middle child Jason, he was most likely with Lord Loren's brother, Tyland Lannister. The youngest of them three, Ser Alton, was probably around chasing skirts, trying to flirt with whatever fair maiden he sees.

Albert's purpose here was different. He was here to try and see how the map was going to be divided. Pretty soon, when this Grand Council begins, alliances and enemies will be made. It was important for his House that he was able to determine who to side with. Although traditionally, he should side with the Lannisters, Albert was not someone who'd join the losing side. If Lord Loren was fool enough to put himself in a very dangerous situation, then surely, an opportunity would present itself to Albert.

And so he kept watching, and kept playing with the coin in his hand.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Bryce Stark
Wolf of the North

Bryce smiled as his oldest daughter entered, hugging her tightly as he said, "It's okay, Willow. I'm glad you're here. How is it back in Winterfell." He sat down, offering her a seat as he said, "I need someone with me. You know I've never been a man for politics. If I was, you'd be married along with Lyanna and Lara." He paused for a moment, saying, "Speaking of them, how are your sisters? And Theon? I trust he's being a good Lord and a good husband?" He smiled at her, happy that he at least had his daughter with him. "Oh! And what about your mother? Is she alright?" Amelia was alrught. Handgjng in there? She missed her husband, and wished she had someone to be with her and to warm her bed. Bry wished the same, and wished the damn vote would happen already so he could go home and prepare.
Little-Fox

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[Little-Fox]

Willow Stark
Daughter of the North
​

There was a lot of warmth in that hug, momentary as it was. She took the offered seat, her hands moving to smooth her skirt down as she sat. She held her smile as he set off the barrage of questions, mentally answering each one as she waited for him to take a breath. The poor man, she realized that this was just a result of stress and being away for so long. Her cheeks flushed a bit deeper pink at the mention of marriages, her stormy gaze averting from him as she started to answer. "Aragelle was not happy with me for leaving her behind, but the other two seemed content enough to stay. Mother has been quiet but keeping things going... I had thought Theon and his wife to be with you, here." Apparently it really was a good thing she'd come.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Bryce Stark
Wolf of the North

He nodded, saying, "Aragelle always was a mischevious one, eh? Hope she isn't tearing Winterfell apwrt from boredom!" He laughed, saying, "No, I let Theon in charge of Winterfell while I was gone. Did he...damned boy. Always was stubborn." He was glad that they at least had Amelia in charge while both Theon and Bryce were away, but still. Bryce would have liked it if Theon had told him in advance instead of just leaving at a moment's notice. He smiled, saying, "Why are you blushing, girl? Is it about the marriages? I told you that you'll have to find a husband yourself. I can't cstand arranging marriages." He had no idea about Lara's predicment with Lord Whitehill, and would have ended it right then and there if he was there. And he didn't know she was in love with his ward, which is...odd. But he would be fine with it, nonetheless.
Little-Fox
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[Yarrow]

Loren Lannister

Loren remained silent when he listened to lord Tyrell rambling about his future grandson should be on the throne. Loren had already thought of this, Lord Tyrell was ofcourse sure that the child would be a young boy. After a moment of silence, Loren opened his mouth to reply "I love to see how passionate you are about this Baelor, and I totally agree on you that Lord Rosby is not doing it right, he should have waited until the child of your daughter was born. However, there is one thing I would like to ask you. Have you thought of the possibility that the child would be a girl?"

Hypnos

Willam Lannister

Willam looked at this uncle and nodded "King's Landing is still thriving ofcourse, but something is missing now the most prominent figures at court are gone. There are several power hungry people who are trying to take this position and it's tiring me. Before the death of Jaehaerys I had been very close to Eleana, but after Jaehaerys his death I have barely spoken to her actually"
Willam also took a stone and tried to trow it as far away as possible into the lake

TheFool

 

[Little-Fox]

Willow Stark
Daughter of the North​

Willow bit her lower lip gingerly as she shook her head. "It is nothing, Father, just a little warm is all. Theon has always had his own way about him, you cannot fault him for simply being who he has always been. And yes, Aragelle has been a rather mischievous child as of late and Lara seems to have taken a liking to taking long walks in the wood." While marriage hadn't been at the forefront of her mind, she realized that she was getting older and that it might be something she needed to start considering. It likely wouldn't do for her to go unmarried too much longer, right? She flinched away from her thoughts and looked back over with that same familiar smile. "Well, you have me here now... is there any way I can help?"

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Bryce Stark
Wolf of the North
Bryce nodded, saying, "I know. He's a lot like his mother, you know. Stubborn as all hell. But I know his heart's in the right place. At least I hope." He poured himself some water, as he didn't drink much. "No, not really. You can go mingle, or you can stay here. Up to you. I believe the Prince hasn't met you yet. Do you want to go meet him?" Bryce wasn't trying to arrange for a marriage between the two oh no. He didn't even know that the Prince preferred men. He just wanted to introduce the two. It was good to have connections, especially one's in high places. He sighed, saying, "Did your mother say anything about coming here? Or is she staying in Winterfell?"
Little-Fox​

 

[Little-Fox]

Willow Stark
Daughter of the North
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"She did not say anything to me about coming, no. I will not assume that she would have come with me if she were coming, but I am uncertain. If you would like to get out of this tent for a little while, then I am up for meeting people, but I will leave that up to you." She'd always been reserved, but here she was more akin to being a shy wallflower. "Theon has a good heart, Father. Between you and mother I do not believe he could have ever turned out any other way." Her smile broadened into a grin with that, she wasn't sucking up, it was something she genuinely believed. Her family was full of good people, even if they were sometimes stubborn and ornery. Honor was something they valued.

Rusty of Shackleford

 

[Dread-neck]

Lucas the Ashen Blade​

Lucas thanked every deity he knew that he was fast enough to avoid that gash to his leg. The one in his face stung a fair bit, but what was another scar on his face? He had plenty of them. He was hoping that the blow to the ribs would connect, only to find himself shoulder checked by the prince and stumbling back. It took a bit to regain his balance, but he managed and took up his stance once more. Being on the defensive was not something that he liked in a fight, but he had little choice in the matter against these odd styles that the prince used.

Lucas studied the prince's stance. Tense..."Don't assume," he reminded himself internally. Perhaps it was his turn to go on the offensive. Simplicity. All the Prince's training in these fancy swordplay styles, could make it hard to decide how best to counter. And one could only think so quick on the fly. Something simple could do the trick. Lucas switched to a full two handed grip. Rushing to the man's left side, he went for a quick overhead slash at the man's left shoulder.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Bryce Stark
Wolf of the North

Bryce nodded silently, saying, "Yeah. He's got his mother's heart. She could never let any injustice go unpunished. She made sure of that when she became my wife." He laughed, saying, "I ever tell you how we met? A bunch of Houses went to Winterfell for a grand feast. It was more like a way to find suitable spouses. Anyway, we were about six or seven. We were in the Godwoods playing, and I saw a redheaded gril crying under the Weirwood. So I went over and asked what was wrong, and she said someone stole her doll. I asked who, and she pointed at him. Want to know what I did? I went over, beat his fuckin' face in, and give her the doll. We were inseperable ever since." He laughed, saying, "Then we met some more. Then we fell in love, and after a ball we...well, conceived your brother. We were married swiftly and now we're here." He realized he was rambling, saying, "You can go, if you want. Up to you."
Little-Fox

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