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Agnes Tully


Meele Pit, Casterly Rock, The Westerlands.


Sitting lazily upon the edge of her seat Agnes Tully watched as the melee of the Rock began to reach its conclusion, only the strongest and most ferocious combatants remaining upon the field, as the weaker and lesser warriors were slowly and systematically removed from the pit. Even Ser Eustace of the Tully guard had not been spared from the ferocity of the fighting and Agnes had watched with great interest as the elderly knight exchanged blows with the black lion, only yielding when he saw that defeat was inevitable. His face had been a dirty scarlet by the time he returned to his position in the stands, though whether that was blood or the sourleaf that he was known to chew Agnes did not know.


As the fighting continued and the song of steel grew louder in her ears, Agnes' eyes began to drift elsewhere, leaving the pit entirely and instead resting upon the faces of those that governed it. The Lannister's were a large and proud family, known for their riches and good looks and seeing them now Agnes could see why, sitting tall at the head of the arena the three golden lions made for an impressive sight, dwarfing even her cousin, Lady Leane who was known around the realm for her beauty. Tiber Lannister was well regarded as a strong and able ruler even by her grandmother and Agnes was interested to see what the man was really like and to catch a glimpse of his brother the mountain lion of Casterly Rock, whom had been the unknowing subject of Agnes' adoration since he had first began proving his prowess with a sword, though nothing would ever come of it. Agnes smiled as she thought about, forgetting for a second all of her woes, and merely enjoying the being in the presence of such interesting people, though the cloak of marriage was still heavy upon her shoulders.


Her gaze shifted back to the pit just in time to see the spearman defeat take down Trevir Arryn, an impressive feat considering her reputation, and Agnes offered a polite applause to the man, though it would not go one for long as he would yield seconds later, when the looming shadow of the black lion looked to be coming upon him. She gave the man a quick look over, he had one all of his fights in the pit and taken down maybe a dozen competitors, proving beyond a doubt his strength at arms. A Grandison perhaps? Agnes regarded the black lion upon his shield trying to guess the name of the mystery competitor, listening to her sisters giggle behind her back, whispering much in the same way she used to before she was a married woman, though now she was excluded from the discussion, something she had little doubt her grandmother had played a hand in.


Just as Agnes began to move her eyes from the pit once more, she heard a small commotion from around the black lion, and as if out of nowhere men wearing cloaks of red and gold encircled the knight, their weapons drawn. Agnes did not hear what was said next, for as the knight started to remove his helm something of graver importance caught her eyes.


Arising from the camps below with an air of importance and grandeur, Queen Kuvira Targaryen made her way to the to the box, reserved for only the highest nobility, a certain regality trailing her as the Queensguard behind her made sure that everyone kept their distance from her grace. Following the example of those around her Agnes bowed before the queen, the rest of the Tullys and their extended family doing similar though some more willingly than others. She could see the scowl on her grandmothers face, reciprocated upon those of her cousin Titus, and even Ser Eustace Darry, something uncharacteristic for the kindly old knight, whom she had never before seen frown. As the queen moved forward the Tullys rose as they were bid, listening in as Kuvira addressed Lord Tiber, the two leaving the box thereafter.


It was as if a thunderstorm had just hit the stadium, and everyone around her was talking animatedly to each other about the dragon queen, her sudden arrival, and even more sudden departure shocking lords and smallfolk alike.


"Ser Eustace" She heard her grandmothers words "Go to the camp and ready the men for a sudden departure" She sounded nervous and somewhat worried, and Agnes was confused as to her words. They were leaving? Had the wedding not just began? She knew that the queen would not look favourably upon them due to her father's connections to the Baratheons though she did not know why they should be forced to leave the wedding of her own cousin "Send a raven to my husband when you can, and one to my brother too. Tell them that Kuvira Targaryen has left the capital and is currently located at Casterly Rock, Corbay is with her, and another though I do not recognise his face." Agnes remained silent though the more Barba spoke the less she understood.


Darry was deathly quiet offering Barba only a nod in response to her request, his eyes narrowed. She often forgot that the man whom had looked over her almost all her life and held her on his knee when she was little was a trained veteran of war, and seeing him like this brought shivers down her spine. What was happening, she thought to herself, what was happening?


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Tiber Lannister


The Lord's Office, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Tiber Lannister watched the Queen of Westeroes walk around his office, playing with the curtains and watching the Sunset Sea from his window, all the while speaking on the situation as she knows it. He could not deny the merit of what she had said. There would always be the threat of an invasion by the Ironborns, at least until something drastic happens. Still, Kuvira Targaryen, whether she rightfully holds that name or not, did not knew everything, and what she didn't know could very well shape her realms in ways unimaginable to her at the moment. He had to give it to the Queen though, the young woman that issued the "extended visit" after her coronation was not the same one that sat before him today. The Lion of Lannister considered her carefully, though if anything she said had bothered him, there were no sign.


The Warden of the West smiled at her warmly. "Alliances are based on trust. I must trust that your Grace will uphold your end of whatever agreement we accept, and your Grace must trust that I can fulfill what I promised in regards to the Reach and the Westerlands. I will address the issue of the Ironborns however, and to inform of your Grace that we do still have more than 10000 Westermen here in the region when our forces march South, and I have full confidence between whatever ships I leave behind and the land forces that they will be more than a match for anything less than the entire Iron Fleet attacking us at the same time. I completely agree that unification would be the most beneficial, I just have different methods towards such unification than your Grace."


Without breaking eye contact, Tiber picked up a piece of leftover bread on the plate and chewed on it, before continuing. He gave a slight chuckle at the thought of conquest. "Your Grace, I apologize if I gave the wrong impression, but I have no plans now or in the near future of conquering anything from the Reach. Our forces will be one of subjugation, stabilization, and I daresay even liberation. The invasion will likely not result in any territorial transfers from the Reach to the Westerlands, nor do I seek to exact vengeance or sadistic treatment upon any of the Reach Lords. I merely see that House Tyrell have failed in their duties as Lord Paramounts of the Manderly and Warden of the South and wish to have them removed from power. Theoretically speaking, if the situation allows, the only battle we would fight would be at the walls of Highgarden itself." The Warden of the West observed the Queen in her seat, curious as to see her reaction from his words.


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The Riverlands


POV: Kay Baelish


The past few days had been busy ones, already one of the bags that had been brought with him on his departure had been spent, 15 heavily armoured men equipped with lances and short swords surrounded him. They were a group of sells words that were looking for good pay and a quick job, Kay couldn't promise a quick job but an extraordinary pay was on offer for these men. He had confidence in them but he was still looking for something more, he had been stopping at several inns and taverns for more men but to no avail, at least until he reached the current one, it was larger than most inns but the people who it served were mostly small folk or hedgeknights , from the get go he spotted a man with a face that was in the least unpleasant to look, his clothes and skin had staims all over them and his teeth (the few he had) were a brownish yellow and looked more like fangs. I suppose he could do... Kay approached him alongside two of his sellswords, "By any chance are you a man looking for a job?" he took a quick pause before adding "Ser" He couldn't rule out that he is a hedgeknight and he was proven right with the mans response.."I am...".


Straight to the point eh? Kay grinned "Well then this is your lucky day". He said as he reached into his pockets to bring out multiple golden dragons before laying them on the table, the man looked surprised, and rightfully so because he lily hadn't earned this much money in his whole life. " Stick with me and you'll get more where this came from." He added as he extended his arm to the man, though he hadn't actually accepted yet Kay was confident this was more than enough to persuade him. He was delighted when the man smiled and met him in a shake of the hands he said "The names Rufus, some call me Ser Bog-face." Lovely.


That now made Kay's small group 16 in total not including himself, the men left the inn in high spirits.


As they left the inn they returned to the road, however something quickly caught Kay's eye, underneath a large elm tree knelt a giant of a man, although he looked younger than Kay he was at least a foot and a half taller, his armour was grey and brown and a large great sword was pointed to the ground, the man had a whetstone in hand and slid it down the edges of his sword to sharpen it oh the gods are too good to me. Kay and his men approached the elm tree cautiously as some people his size tended to be aggressive, but the closer he got the younger the man became. The boy looked up and met the eyes of Kay and his men, there was a noticeable carving in the greatsword, a name? "Pleasure to meet you, Joseph is it?" Kay inquired. The man shook his head "Nay, 'tis the name of my master and friend... Now my sword." He said with a sad look in his eyes. Oh... "Well... You have my condolences." Kay said. The man gave Kay a look of confusion "Why are you here?" Said the man, what is wrong with these people? Have they not heard of a conversation? "I am looking for good men, behind me are those who have joined me so far. And now I am hoping you will join us too." Kay paused and took a breather as he sat down, he meant to level the field but the man now towered over Kay. "It is a difficult task I would ask of you but..." Kay once again took out a few gold dragons "The pay is likely better than most, and if you are a man of honour then you would be proud to be a part of it.". Initially the man reacted the same as Rufus had earlier, but that disapeered in a moment " I never dreamed I would even be as close to gold as I am now but... My vows can keep me going fine, what do you ask of me m'lord?". Although Kay never announced or hinted he was a Lord it seemed the man jumped to that conclusion based on the money in his hands, realising that he wouldn't be swayed so easily he casually paced the money back in his pocket. "A knight of vows? What I ask if you should not be too conflicted with those you hold dear then... There is some very evil people, and they have taken an innocent woman, she is helpless in their arms and I mean to rescue her from them? So with that being said. Are you with me now?". Kay stood up and extended his arm towards the man, something he always did when he felt that a deal was secured. "I could not refuse a lady in need m'lord" he said as he took Kay's arm and stood up, the young man towered over everyone there, he had to be close to 7ft tall. "And the names Mordred m'lord, although some folks have called me the Tree Knight before.""
 
Ser Albert Lannister

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"Ah cousin, it has been a while. Perhaps you should send some notice next time? We should really have set up a proper welcome for your homecoming as well. You have been away for so long." said Tiber before immediately passing him.


"I'll be sure to do so, cousin." Albert quickly quipped, almost sarcastically, to hold a sense of civility between them, and also because he didn't want Tiber to have the last word. He did, after all, represent the Queen now. Any false behavior would besmirch his liege.


Albert's eyes soon fell on his lady cousin, Celena, and a genuine smile started to form on his face. "Well met, cousin. You grow more beautiful as the days pass." he told her. If it wasn't for the stiff formality between them now, Albert would've given his young cousin a tight, warm hug.


Though he views the Merry Lion differently now, there was a time when he held all of the Casterly Rock's cubs in a favorable light. With Tiber busy with his role as heir, and Martyn not being the sociable type, Celena was often found playing with Albert and his elder sister Relina. It was easy for the two of them to sympathize with each other, being the youngest of their respective families. This eventually led to a closeness between the cousins, almost treating each other like siblings.


In a sense, Albert was fortunate to be the youngest child and not the heir of Lannisport. That duty fell to his brother, Wilhelm, as their eldest sibling was their sister Relina. Aside from the strict martial training and the typical Lannister education, Albert had normal days growing up, playing as a child. His brother, on the other hand, was robbed of his childhood with his lordly duties and obligations, resulting in him being detached from the other children at court. Albert's father was strict, and intelligent. He, by all accounts, would've made a better lord of Casterly Rock, but he was also dutiful to his House and he was the younger sibling as well. If it meant the betterment of House Lannister, then he would follow. Such blind devotion almost resembled zealotry. If anything kept their House afloat throughout the years that Albert's uncle has been the Lord Paramount of the Westerlands, it would be his father's counsel and support. In all of this, Albert hoped to avoid being seen by his family, but that was unlikely.


Albert closely followed behind the Queen, along with Ser Gale.


After they entered Tiber's office, it became a meeting of only six people or in some way, two. Ser Gale and Ser Albert stood beside their Queen's seat as she spoke with Tiber, who had Ser Martyn and Ser Tidus beside him. In better circumstances, he would've probably be on the same side.


Though he was aware of Tiber's deceitful nature and charade for ignorance, and was no stranger to politics, he knew that it wasn't his place to speak. He just stayed silent, as he listened on to their volleys of propositions and assumptions. Before long, the Queen stood up. Both Queensguard remained in their position but with their eyes trailing on their liege.


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Kuvira Targaryen - Casterly Rock

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"I care little for trust Lord Tiber, I only concern myself with results, and if I see them, you shall be rewarded handsomely. After all, I've learned recently nobody can be trusted, not even your own vassals, they always seem to plot the demise of their liege when they aren't looking. Similar to the Reynes and Tarbeck's wouldn't you say?". Kuvira shifted herself in her seat, glancing at each of the Lannister faces in the room, trying to gauge how each of them were reacting. "Kings landing is lost I believe, unless of course the Vale decides to come rushing out of their mountains with swords at the ready. However, there will always be houses loyal to my dynasty, twenty-thousand swords in the Crownlands, fifty-thousand in the Vale, at least a dozen houses within the Reach, a dozen more within the Riverlands. I only ask that you use your wealth and your swords to embarrass these liege lords who have risen up against me, make the more loyal houses remember which side they were on during the Blackfyre rebellion. In doing so you will gain the aid of all the swords of the Vale and Crownlands and you will have one thing of your desire with which I can grant you as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms".


Kuvira smiled at Tiber before looking over her shoulder at Albert, raising her hand to motion him closer so that she may whisper something. Waiting for him to dip his head down she would speak only barely loud enough for Albert to hear, even when his ear was so close. "When we are finished here, I want you to take some guards and check on the Tully party. Tell them that I would like to speak with them as soon as possible and to meet me at our camp".


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Tiber Lannister


The Lord's Office, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Tiber Lannister smiled back at the Targaryen Queen, amused. Apparently the newly crowned queen had vastly overestimated her current bargaining position. He pretend to think about her words, before looking back at either of his guards. Martyn had on his usual serious but statue like face. Ser Tidus on the other hand, raised his eyebrows at the Red Dragon's speech. Nodding slightly, Tiber turned back to Kuvira in front of him, and placed his hands together on the table.


"I can certainly relate to your Grace in regards to the Tarbecks and the Reynes, so your Grace have my empathy there. However, I would also remind your Grace that those particular brand of traitors had not shown any loyalty for House Lannister for some time, whereas Casterly Rock and the Westerlands have given you little to doubt our own, especially since I just assured you that I intend to subjudgate the Reach for their treason, but if you would like results, some patience will be required." This time Tiber got up from behind his desk and walked to his suit of armor nearby on a rack. The Warden of the West inspected it as a father would his child's uniform before school. "I am doing all the required duties within my position as both Lord of the Westerlands and Warden of the West, perhaps even slightly more. Anything your Grace asks of me beyond that would constitute an alliance." The Merry Lion strapped down a few pieces tighter, before turning back to Kuvira.


"Your Grace, I apologize if this seems forward and impolite, but I would like to sum things up for the sake of both parties in the room, so that we may be of the same page in the subject." He walked back to another side table and picked up an apple, before tossing it around in his hand. "It was understandable that you would want to investigate properly after that disastrous and mayhaps preventable affair at your coronation, yet instead of asking me and the other high lords of the land to assist you in finding the culprit, you lock myself and the other lords in the Red Keep even as your main suspect fled King's Landing." Tiber pauses his tossing, takes a bite of his apple, and eats it before continuing.


"Afterwards, you released us without so much as an apology or explanation and began gathering the defenses for King's Landing against what will most likely be an invasion by the Stormlands. Then your Grace show up to my wedding celebration unannounced and, in exchanged for the kindness and hospitality as well as respect and loyalty I've displayed, begins 'requesting' that I marshal my forces against the rebels in the land, as though I was not doing so already. Not only that, but to also 'donate' my coffers to the royal cause, and in exchange, I shall receive a single wish granted to me by your Grace by the conflict's end. Please correct me if I'm mistaken the current situation at the moment." He takes another bite of the apple again, before speaking again.


"So I suppose the questions are: What use do I have for the chipped and brittle swords of the Crownlands after the Stags have battered them, or the rusted ones from the Vale, long unused and kept in their sheaths? Would a single unconditional wish granted to me by the Queen of Westeros be worth enough to secure the future of House Lannister?" The Lord of Casterly Rock finishes the apple and tosses the core out of a nearby window. He turned back to the Targaryen Queen. "Again, with all the respect I have for your Grace, your crown and House Targaryen, but I sincerely hope that you came to Casterly Rock with more than just your position, a few Queensguard, and an 'I owe you' favor in exchange for the Westerland as a whole." Sensing the tension rising a bit, Martyn and Tidus both stood at attention, as opposed to the relaxed stance they employed before.


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Royce Manderly

Moat Cailin, The Neck, The North.​



A single bead of sweat trickled down the forehead of Ser Royce Manderly, as the Woolfield convey continued to make slow progress towards the ancient yet imposing military fortress that was Moat Cailin, the merman's son sitting silently atop the back of his mighty white destrier as the beast galloped forward at an impressively slow pace, the company forced into caution so as not to slip up in the harsh swamps that littered the trail below their feet. He was not as experienced as the other commanders in his father's noble army, nor was he a strong and grizzled veteran of war that could take down lesser warriors with his hand tied behind his back, quite the opposite in fact. Royce knew little of battlefield tactics and barely held a sword at all other than as a means of defence in some of the harsher streets in White Harbour, even his knighthood was only ceremonial his father wanting to further expand the last vestige of the Order of the Greenhand and though riding came to him easily enough he was not used to this terrain. All in all he was ill fitted for the task at hand, though unfortunately for him he was the only one left capable of carrying it out, Lord Woolfield himself riding by the side of Lord Stark as the main northern force marched down from Winterfell.


Royce frowned, removing his helmet for a second so as to get a better look at the keep before him, it was said that Moat Cailin was the key to the north and looking at it now Royce could see why, even in its destroyed state being one of the more defendable castles in Westeros, though their was something sort of haunting about the old castle. "Who approaches the Moat?" Royce heard a voice call from the battlement, moving uncomfortably upon his horse so as to look up at the person above.


"Royce Manderly, son of Roose Manderly, hear leading the army of House Woolfield on behalf of Lord Torrhen of Ramsgate. I have come to boost the defences of the Moat at the behest of his lordship, Tadhg Stark of Winterfell" He could see the man above looking down at his and talking in hushed voices, after a few seconds allowing him and his host access to the castle.


"Welcome Ser Royce, your presence is much appreciated. Have your men stay out of trouble and everything should go smoothly, Lord Reed is currently in command of this garrison and I would advise announcing your presence to him" Royce nodded, grateful to be out of the swamps and back on solid land, he dismounted his horse, handing it to one of the Wooldfield men to stable, before pulling off his leather riding gloves and making his way to the hall.


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Alyn of Hull

Eel Alley, King's Landing, The Crownlands.​



Ser Alyn of Hull walked purposely down the run down streets of Eel Alley, his flank made up by twenty of the most loyal men of the Driftmark garrison, men whom throughout the years had proved themselves beyond a doubt to be the most trustworthy of Lord Baelor's guards and men whom Alyn had been serving beside for almost a decade. Today the men of Driftmark wore not the blue and silver surcoats of the House of Velaryon, instead opting for faded green steel plate, adorned with white and gold linings, though they wore no sigil it should be apparent to onlookers which house they were representing, and if asked of their identity they had been commanded to answer that they were Ser Daeron's men.


They had been commanded by their Lord to see to the death of commander Cethann Celtigar and it was a task that Alyn took particular pleasure in carrying out, Cethann was a brute and a ruffian, who used his power to terrorise the streets of Flea Bottom and torture its people, Alyn had known men like that back in Hull and he knew that there was only one way of nullifying such vile creatures, he just hoped that the father would forgive his sins, sometimes the path to enlightenment must be achieved through less than savoury means.


Alyn wasn't an overly godly man though he still did respect the faith and he found comfort in the guidings of the father, especially since he had never known his own. Alyn had been raised by his mother in the large port town of Hull, the grandson of one of Lord Baelor's shipwrights and his mother had never once mentioned whom it was that had sired him, though he had his suspicions. At a young age Alyn had been removed from Hull at the behest of Lord Baelor himself and was taken to the castle High Tide to serve as a page and then a squire for one of Baelor's Knights, he had never aimed for knighthood though he was grateful for it nonetheless, and serving the Velaryon's seemed like the least he could do to repay the debt that he owed, they had given him everything after all.


He was awoken from his musings when he finally reached his destination, an old inn that catered for some of the worst that King's Landing had to offer, ten of their men were already inside, just in case things got ugly, but Alyn didn't think it would come to that. He opened the door, instantly caught by the aromas inside, the place smelled of alcohol and other less appealing substances and though the interior looked nice enough it was clear that this was not on the higher end of the cities establishments. As he stepped inside he caught the eye of several of the young woman from the small table at the back, though he quickly turned them away, he was not here for whores.


His silver hair was tied back and hidden by a coif upon his head, which in turn was concealed by his helmet, whilst it was unlikely that the commander would recognise him her still didn't want to take any chances.


"Lord Cethann Celtigar!" He called, many of the bars patrons turning to face him "Ser Daeron requests your presence immediately, he says that he has urgent business that he must discuss with you!"


Baelor Velaryon

The Red Keep, King's Landing, The Crownlands.​



Baelor's brow furrowed as his violet eyes scanned the length of the small council chamber, his gaze resting for a second on every empty seat, the council's absence only serving to infuriate the Master of Ships. There were only two men present for the meeting: himself and Grandmaester Vladan, a man of northern descent who Baelor regarded much the same way he would a bit of mold that found its way into his boot. It was Vladan who had ruined his niece, corrupting her mind and whispering poison into her ear, and it had been Vladan who had killed his sister, with his false remedies and hidden poisons, he had never been able to forgive him for that, even after so many years. He could still se her face sometimes, when he slept, though he pushed such thoughts from his mind, this was not the time to think of times gone by.


Baelor poured himself a drink, a goblet of Arbor gold brought up from his personal stores below the keep, he usually liked to keep a clear head in situations like this, but when dealing with those that he had little fondness for the Lord of Tides found that a drink would help with his temper. He listened as Vladan talked in silence, his eyes taking on a wrathful look, with Gelgin out of the capital King's Landing had lost a strong military commander and a useful political hostage should the Vale begin to reevaluate its loyalty, Gelgin Arryn was a good man and it was a shame to see him gone, especially since other than himself it gave Vladan free reign of the city.


"Kuvira has left the capital and shall not be returning for some time, she has taken Ser Gale and and rides for the wedding of Tiber Lannister at Casterly Rock, I advised her to wait and inform the council, though she wanted to make haste so as not to miss the celebration, she is initiative and knows what a valuble ally a man such as Tiber would make" in truth Baelor did not think that Kuvira would be enough to gain the support of the Westerlands, especially not alone, and with so few men it made her an easy target for enemy forces, though he kept his concerns to himself, uncertainty was a weakness that Vladan could exploit and he wasn't about to give it to him.


He massaged his temples as the Grandmaester told him the news about Aerea, his hand shaking in what appeared to be sadness, though was in fact closer to rage "This... This is unexpected. I shall send some of my men down the Rose Road after we have wrapped up here, if all is well then it may just be an eager group of bandits looking for a Princess' ransom, though if our enemies lay their hands upon her... We must send word to Lord Arren at Highgarden, tell him that Aerea has been delayed, if he finds out that we cannot keep track of out own royal family, I have a feeling that he would be much less willing to make an alliance with the crown"


He frowned disturbed by Vladan's words "I would like to remind you Grandmaester that flaying has been outlawed in Westeros and to preform such heinous acts even on a prisoner is punishable by death. I know that you are angry, but if you cannot control yourself in these situations then I would advice that remove yourself from this council until you are able to keep your emotions in check" He pulled out the parchment that Kuvira had offered her upon her departure, the queen's signature clear upon the bottom.


"Her grace has put me incharge of the city in her absence and I intend to do all that I can to insure its safety. I called this meeting to discuss the defence of the city whilst her grace is away at the Rock, though it seems that some take these matters more seriously than others" He had got word whilst he walked that Manderly's son was in the city, surveying the Royal investments and the master of laws hadn't been heard from since Kuvira's coronation. He had Stormlander blood and Baelor had little doubt that the coward had fled the city.


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Moat Cailin-Artillus Reed


Walking quietly into the hall ahead of his maester, Artillus ran a hand through his messy hair, trying his best to keep it down. Since his return from the field, he had been trying to catch up on his sleep, but his maester seemed to insist that he needed to catch up on old paperwork more. As such, Artillus was in a perpetual mood of tired agitation, and going to meet his noble visitor, Artillus tried his best to keep such facts hidden. Approaching a set of large doors, guarded by two Reed Guards, Artillus nodded to them, and they swung the doors open. Stalking into the hall, wearing simple hunters clothes, Artillus turned to see his guest. Approaching the lords seat in the center of the hall, instead of sitting in it, Artillus turned and leaned his shoulder against it, crossing his legs and folding his arms.


"So, my lord, Lord Stark does not think that House Reed can defend its own keep?"


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Kuvira Targaryen - Casterly Rock

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"You misunderstand Lord Tiber" Kuvira spoke simply, knowing that he did not fully understand the single favor that he may ask of her. "I do not intend for you to ask for a mere bauble in return for your financial and military aid. I offered you one request that with within my power as queen to give, any, single, request". She emphasized her words very clearly so that Tiber could understand her more clearly, though she would continue regardless. "If that request is the whole of the Reach, so be it. If that request be your family marrying into my own, so be it. If that request be that I drain all the blood from my body, so bet it. So long as we are victorious in this war you may have any one thing of your desire that is within my power as the victor of this civil war to grant, it will be so, you must merely name your chosen gift. If you believe this is not enough for the support of your house, you are just as much of a fool as your father". Her words were harsh at the end, she was growing tired of Tiber's games, trying to rip as much from her for his aid as he could get his grubby Lannister hands on. If he did not take the offer she gave him now, then he would be left to his own devices, to burn at the hands of the Reach and Iron Islands like the pompous ass he was.


If he believed the Crownlands so weak, or the Vale so ill prepared to be suitable allies then he would fight alone, and his house would fall alone, for civil war did not come only for the crown it seemed. The Lannisters were in just as much danger as the Targaryens and if Tiber could not recognize such a thing when Kuvira had, then his house deserved to crumble. But not the Targaryens, Kuvira would see Westeros burned to ash before she let that happen, she would personally slay each and every lords that would rise up against her if thats what was required of her. "Lord Tiber, you will either take my offer and become more powerful than you could ever achieve alone, or you will fight alone and be destroyed by both the Reach and the Iron Islands. I see you as a brilliant man, one who could achieve great things, I beg of you not to prove me wrong today".


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Tiber Lannister


The Lord's Office, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Ah, there it is, Tiber thought as he watched the Targaryen Queen in front of him.


Kuvira Targaryen had held her facade for an impressive duration, given the fact that this was the same woman that had every one of the high lords in King's Landing trapped in the Red Keep for her own devices. Still, the dam had been broken, the chink in her armor found. Tiber had to consciously force his own expression to remain the same even as she lashed out at him with the comment about Tytos Lannister. The Lord of Casterly Rock had found out as much as he needed from the Queen of Westeros, and the Red Dragon had, in the process of insulting his intelligence, revealed her own ignorance and desparation in turn. If necessarily for their future, House Lannister will have any of those three things either way, regardless of the allegiance to House Targaryen. Sitting up straight and seemingly consider the offer seriously for the moment, before replying. "Very well, if your Grace can fulfill this request of mine before the wedding is over, House Lannister's coffers and armies are yours."


Tiber looked into the eyes of the woman in front of him, and said. "I wish to have a dragon under my command by the time I bed my lady wife. Not a Targaryen, nor a Blackfyre. A literal dragon, to both serve and be cared for by House Lannister by the wedding festivities' end. I care little whether it's an Ice Dragon or Sea Dragon or a Fire Dragon, but it must be an actual dragon. Not a fossilized egg, not a depiction via banner or stone. A breathing, living creature, loyal only to House Lannister and House Lannister alone. That is my price." Tiber stood up and graciously stood by his office door. To be honest, the Warden of the West needed a dragon as much as he needed the alliance with House Targaryen, but if someone offers you the world, you let them have a chance to give it to you. "If such a thing is beyond even your Grace's power, then I believe we're done here. I do hope you enjoy the rest of the festivities here your Grace. Shall we head back to the celebration at hand?" The Mountain Lion and the Lionsguard commander both flanked him, as they stood by the office's doors.


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Kuvira chuckled as Tiber stood by the door, she found him amusing, like a child wishing to speak on even terms with an adult. "You are most amusing Lord Tiber, but everybody knows dragons are long gone from this world. You ask an impossible task of me because you see yourself as a powrful man, so powerful that you think nobody in this world can touch you". Kuvira slowly stood from her seat once more, waving for her queensguard to follow closely behind her as she walked towards the door. Suddenly however, she stopped, standing in the doorway for a moment as if she was in deep thought. Tapping her right index finger on her chin an expression of excitement coming to her face as she seemingly remembered something.


Turning to face Tiber once more she spoke in a concerned tone "I just have one more question for you" she said, a wide grin coming to her face. "When did you forget about your lost red lion? He has cloaked himself in black and it seems that you've forgotten all about him. Perhaps I should free him of his oath and send him home, he could definitely make things more interesting for you I'm sure". Kuvira's grin only grew larger, after all she was the queen and knowing who the lord commander of the nights watch was knowledge she would obviously have, what with recruiters coming south every chance they got to have prisoners take the black. Even the thought of bringing a man of house Reyne back to the Westerlands to challenge Tiber's seemingly perfect authority in his lands filled her with joy. Tiber was a pompous ass, one who thought he held all the cards, but how would the Westerlands respond when they found out a Reyne had survived and was being sent back with express permission from the queen to take his ancesteral seat back. Would they even fear Tiber anymore? Perhaps the entire place would simply collapse into civil war once more, perhaps then Tiber would regret treating his superior with such disrespect when his family was being slaughtered around him. Perhaps then Tiber would be put in his place.


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The Red Keep

Vladan
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Kuvira's sudden departure shocked the Grand Maester. He wasn't sure how to feel about it, on one part she hadn't bothered to so much inform him of her decision, yet alone ask for his opinion on the matter. On the other hand, if Braedon attacked she would be far away from the violent stag. 'Gods help Tiber if he turns his cloak.' The Lannisters were arrogant and fool hardy, Tiber was no exception. Vladan would bury the lion in his own gold if he thought the dragon was suddenly on the menu. 'And there's still the fact that princess Aerea was captured just on the Rose Road. Kuvira may not be so safe.' The gold cloaks patrolling the roads might serve some greater use, Vladan thought briefly afterwards. But they were far from soldiers.


"Yes, I've sent the goldcloaks down the rose road and to search the villages nearby. But my fear is that Aerea was dragged off by the would-be Stag King. Her grace chose a bad time to leave." He pursed his lips together, watching dryly as Lord Baelor filled his belly with the Arbor Gold. He himself suddenly felt a thirst for Dornish sour, but his mind was now best when clear. He'd be the backbone of the city, nay, country with her grace gone. The maester couldn't afford to lose his senses for even a moment. 'This is war,' he reminded himself. 'There will be no second chances if I err.'


His false anger flared once Baelor announced that he was now the lord of the city. Him! Over the wise and studious maester, and dare he say it, master of warcraft! His icy blood boiled in seconds as his eyes narrowed. 'So this is how it is.' Baelor was always a rival, though Vladan loathed calling him such, but now he was abusing his familial relations with the queen to advance himself. 'This won't end as you hope.' His crooked smile fell, making an uglier frown. "Yes, forgive me, my lord. The girls are my whole life, it is heart breaking to see them go through such tragedies after losing their father. . " He inhaled sharply. There was no more use trying to weasel more information out of Baelor at the moment. He wanted to get to business, he'd have his own agents trail the whore monger later.


"I've successfully walled up the Mud Gate, along with stationing more guards around it. Scouts regularly ride twenty five miles out of the city limits, and more patrols in the urban sectors keep the unrest to a minimum. Our granaries are also only rising, as I have commanded the fields to be stripped clean and burned. If Braedon and his meager host attempt a siege, it will be fool hearty. We'll last longer than they suspect, and our allies are gathering soon as it is. We'll break them, it only is a matter of time." He ran a finger across the smooth wooden table. "It's imperative we remain in control, if not then we must look as if we're controlling the situation. As such, I've taken it upon myself to send over three hundred riders down to the Stormlands and burn it. Pillage it." He paused, blue orbs shutting briefly.


"It won't win us major battles, but the brutality will send a clear message. And that's all it needs to accomplish. Though the other benefits, destroying the peasants, taking crops, and distracting smaller lords, are all additional bonuses." His frown turned into a humor filled sneer. "This war is already won, I feel. Lord Hand will hold off the Northerners, if they manage to assemble in time. The Riverfolk are of no consequence to us. We just need the head of the stag, display his horns proudly, and all our enemies will bend the knee."


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Cethann Celtigar
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The captain of the city watched turned around, the pint still attached to his lips as some coont came shouting at him. His three guards shifted to look at the man too, all seemingly unimpressed. "What the hell does Stokeworth want? Does he need a hand putting his grieves on? Fine a squire, tis an investigation going on." He grinned, head nudging towards the bar mistress, Mary.


"You aught to do as they say. Mayhaps Lord Stokeworth does need you."


"And what does some bimbo in Eel Alley know of Lords?" Cethann retorted, snickering at Mary's shocked and quite clearly bothered reaction.


"Apologies, my lord." She forced out.


"Better be." He replied. "Lord Baelish would be furious if he found out his women were treating his friends so poorly." He laughed loudly. "Come here, ser!" He turned back to the Hull boy. "Sit and drink, I'll be here another hour or so. The streets are crawling with my boys, I have near nothing to do till the lords of the Red Keep command me!" He wouldn't move to answer any call the coont Daeron made of him. Lord Stokeworth could come see him himself. He was Lord Celtigar, Captain of the Goldcloaks! Not some cup bearer who'd be summoned by any tight assed prick with a large horse.
 

Tiber Lannister


The Lord's Office, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Tiber Lannister, in spite of himself, laughed.


The normally composed Lord of Casterly Rock heard what seemed to be the last piece of weaponry from the Targaryen Queen, and even he didn't think she was as desperate and foolish as that. Beside him, Tiber could almost feel the apprehension from his Lionguard commander. Did Kuvira really think him so ignorant as to ignore the existence of the last known Reyne? Tiber doubt that the last Red Lion, now a black one, would make it past the Last Hearth, let alone the North and the Riverlands. Still, even should Tyrion Reyne make it back to the Westerlands, both he and Tiber knew that the real threat from the War of the Lions came from his nephew, Roger. The Red Lion was the charismatic one his men rallied behind on the battlefield. Roger was the Lord with the strategic and diplomatic know how to gather allies with various houses in the Westerland against the Lannisters. Roger was heralded as one of the deadliest swordsman ever to come out of the Westerlands, possibly Westeros as a whole.


Roger was the one dead on the ground after Martyn ran him through with his sword.


Looking at the Queen, Tiber did his best to collect his resulting chuckling and looked back towards Kuvira. Giving her a slight bow, he addressed her last statement and question. "Your Grace misunderstands. I asked the impossible task not by the overestimation of my power, but yours. Not being on the small council or your advisory staff, I know little of the power that the Crown currently holds. Therefore, out of my best estimations and respect, gave you that task. Still it is disappointing to see that I had overshot. I do not think myself untouchable your Grace, as every lion can die. House Reynes and my father can attest to that." They walk out of the office, and into the hall. Most of the members of Kuvira's envoy had disappeared, with the exception of the rest of her Queensguard. Together with the other Lionsguard they continued through the Rock.


"While we're on the topic of the Reynes, my answer is no your Grace, I had not forgotten about Tyrion. Perhaps your Grace should. House Lannister still has a debt to paid to that man and I would be happy to resolve that issue personally. As my brother can affirm to you, we've grown practiced in killing Red Lions." Tiber waved nonchalantly to his right, where Martyn walked. The Mountain Lion merely nodded his head, and flanked his brother on the way to the Great Hall. "Things would no doubt be more interesting, and entertaining I believe, should your Grace pursuit that course of action. However, I would daresay that Tyrion would realized very quickly that the Westerland has change much since his departure, and I've grown much from the man that took Castamere away from his family and ended his line at Tarbeck Hall. Should he survive the journey south, he may not like what he finds when he gets 'home.'" They arrived at the Great Hall, already decorated and preparations for the feast that night nearly finished.


Tiber gave a full bow now, as did his Lionguards, to Kuvira. "Now, may I assist you in anything else your Grace? Perhaps some wine and food before the feast? The way to your quarters? Back to the festivities? I think the aftermath of the melee's winding down, and the various nobles will be arriving soon, so going back might just mean coming to the keep in a few moments. What would your Grace like to do presently?" No doubt the Targaryen Queen would like to have him flayed alive at the moment. Still Tiber kept his smile from waning or growing, chastising himself slightly for losing control earlier with his laugh.


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Following Tiber as he spoke Kuvira was surprised with how confident he was that his own vassals didn't despise him. From what she had heard ever since the war of the lions Tiber Lannister was hated by nearly half of his vassals, perhaps more for his actions in Tarbeck Hall. For this reason she found it surprising that he doubted his lords and ladies wouldn't burn him alive if they had half a chance. The return of House Reyne would be exactly that chance, they'd have a banner to rally behind, a cause, to avenge the lives of the women and children slaughtered that day. It was only moments later that they came to a stop, Tiber asking her where she would like to go, trying to act like he hadn't lost his compsoure earlier, regardless of how slight it was.


"You are most amusing Lord Tiber. You ask an impossible task and when I say I can't grant such a thing you slight me by saying you overestimated my power. But you forget there are quite a few things within my power. Such as bringing Tyrion's head to your doorstep, perhaps naming you to the small council, marrying one of my sisters to your younger brother" she said, glancing over at Martyn. "Perhaps if you had simply requested more favors from me politely you could have had any number of these things. But instead you try to disrespect me, though I must admit you try to hide it wonderfully. Without the support of the Crown and Vale you will fall to the Reach, this I know to be true, and if you are unwilling to accept an alliance because you are too stubborn to realize your own situation. I need your swords just as much as you need mine, both of us have a decent chance of victory alone, but only assured victory together. I will remove my statement of only granting you one request and will instead simply ask of you what you wish for this alliance. But do not take this the wrong way Lord Tiber, I am trying to compromise with you as two leaders trying to assure victory for one another, if your requests are seen as unfit for the pact we form, I will refuse you".


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Baelor Velaryon

The Red Keep, King's Landing, The Crownlands.​



"The goldcloaks are ruffians and thugs, and I would not entrust them with fetching a sword let alone reclaiming the princess. No. The men of Driftmark shall see to Aerea's safe return, not the vile creatures that infest our streets like rats and terrorize our smallfolk under the pretense of protection" The Driftmark garrison was already spread thin, and Baelor knew that he could not continue to use his guard so brazenly, but in times of strife loyalty meant everything and he would sooner trust a street urchin than any of the city watch, at least while Celtigar still held power.


"I have actually been hearing many bothersome reports regarding the city watch and those who lead it, they say that for every man that joins their ranks, two more are slain, and for every gold dragon that is spent on our great city, five are squandered in brothels, taverns and other less savoury locations. I find it very troubling that the watch cannot be kept in check, especially in times like these, and if they continue to act in such a way then action must and shall be taken. The support of the commons is vital, and we cannot lose it due to the drunken rampaging of fools using the queen's name." He let his point hang, both of them knew to whom the watch answered and there was no use saying it aloud. Every tool in Vladan's possession was a tool that Baelor didn't have, and if the watch could stripped from him then the city would be a much better place.


Savouring the reaction to his new appointment Baelor allowed the maester a smirk, enjoying the clear look of torment upon the man's face. Vladan was a fool if he thought himself worthy for such a position and even if it was a title Baelor didn't particularly want to bare, he took great pleasure in insuring that another could not take it.


"There is naught to forgive, these are tough times for all of us, and no one should have to go through what those girls have in the past moon. Do not fear, Kuvira will return in due time with the knights of the west, Aerea shall be brought safely back to the Red Keep and Daenna will finally be able to come home" If the man was truly as intelligent as he claimed, then he would know that Maeryn's death was the greatest thing to happen to those girls. Mad drunkards did not make for the best father's as his own children could attest, and Maeryn was not want for drink nor insanity. Honestly it was a marvel that Kuvira and her sisters turned out how they did, and whilst they may not be the the most forward thinking or cunning individual, each girl had her own uses and it was sometimes hard to see Maeryn at all.


"The River Gate is to be unsealed by official decree of her grace, Queen Kuvira Targaryen, first of her name, she is a gentle girl and will not have her people suffer, nor have their livelihoods torn from their hands. She understand that we need food and we need it quickly, without the River Gate thousands of fishermen are put out of work and onto the streets where they provide no use to anybody save to fuel the false images that Braedon put into the minds of the lesser men about the tyranny of her grace. Image is everything and if we appear to be aiding the smallfolk then they shall offer aid in return. The River Gate will be sealed only when is absolutely necessary and when that is the case it shall not just be the goldcloaks that build up our defenses but the people themselves, who have heard of how the queen risked the cities defenses and her own safety so as to keep food upon their tables"


He raised an eyebrow at the maester's evaluation of the cities defenses and made a note to inspect the city himself so as to get a less biased perspective, the granaries were far from full and burning the fields could turn out to be a hindrance, especially since it was not yet harvest.


"Brutalizing the Stormlands shall yield nothing but the wroth of its inhabitants, that is something we can do without. Not all the Stormlords are as fickle with their loyalty as Braedon and I have little doubt that there are still those that respect the authority of the red dragon. Dondarrion perhaps? Caron? The Stormlands are not as unified as Braedon thinks and he often forgets that he has no more claim to his own castle than he does the crown. His brother Rory Baratheon should be Lord of Storm's End by all the laws of the realm and if I were to hazard a guess I would say that there is still a little animosity between the brothers over whose claim is being pressed. That is something we can use."


"I would also not be so quick to discount the lands of the trident, their warriors are many and right at our doorstep and I do not think that the riverfolk are above taking us from behind whilst we deal with the Stormlords. I do not fear Lord Walder, he is weak and proved his own ineptitude when he walked from this very room muttering of treason, but he has competent generals under his command; many whom are veterans of the war of the nine penny kings. I do not want to meet such men on the battlefield. We should take advantage of the Riverlands disorganization and offer amnesties to any of those who return their loyalty to the crown. Tully makes an offer to Stone Hedge, we take Raventree Hall, he makes an alliance with Stark, we inform the Freys that their age long enemies, the Reeds, are coming into their lands to rape their woman and steal their children. Besides Walder is far from the only Tully, I caught word of a wedding for example, between the heiress of Benjicot Tully, Walder's eldest, and Helyon Tarly's boy. Family. Duty. Honour. Helyon is a soldier and a smart man, if offered the right price we could have him turn the girl over to our own custody, old Walder will be more hesitant to raise his banners if we hold his granddaughter" He allowed his face to grow into a smile.


Alyn of Hull

Eel Alley, King's Landing, The Crownlands.​



"Mayhaps you misunderstood me" Alyn replied, unimpressed by the commanders display of vulgarity "That was not a request it was an order. Ser Daeron said that if you were not in his quarters by the hour's end then he would forward an official letter to the Grandmaester requesting your immediate termination. I bare you no ill will my lord, so I would advise that you do as you are bid. Ser Daeron is in a foul mood and I would not put it past him to blame you and your men for all the wrongs in the city, even the few of them that aren't actually your fault."


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Tiber Lannister


The Lord's Office, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.

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Tiber Lannister regarded Kuvira curiously. It seemed his call on her bluff had came through for him, and now the Red Dragon's more likely and willing to adhere to his "requests" even if it was under a veil of disgust and false pity. He inwardly shrugged. Handing over the Seven Kingdoms over whether through pity or gratitude meant little as an end result, and he would ask for much less. The Lord of Casterly Rock contemplated for a moment, then looked around at the people around them, as well as in the Great Hall. Kuvira seemed to think they were negotiating on even grounds; they are not. Understanding that the more sensitive of his requests should not be said there, he began talking. "Here are the first of my terms, and there are more, but something for your Grace to think about and consider before we move further. I do not require an answer now, so take as much time as your Grace needs."


"I want the Iron Fleet disbanded permanently, and the only militarized vessels in the Sunset Sea North of the Shield Islands to be flying the Lannister banners, with the few exceptions of Seagard and other local coastal defense fleets. I want exclusive trading rates for all imported and exported goods for Lannisport and other Westerland harbors. If that meant you have to tax the rest of the Seven Kingdoms through a tariff and give the only exception to the Westerlands, so be it. I also want exclusive rates for all food stocks and luxury goods transactions from the Reach for the Westerlands, same way as the seaborne tax. I want full pardons for House Tully, House Bracken and any of the bannermen they so choose as well, as they are my family soon enough."


Tiber took a breath, before looking calmly on the Targaryen Queen. "House Tyrell have shown themselves unfit for the positions of Lord Paramount of the Mander, Warden of the South and perhaps even Lord of Highgarden. I want them removed from those positions and I want to be the one to name their replacement. As a start, I want all of this in writing, signed by your Grace and marked with the Royal Seal." He walked to a table before inspecting the silverware on it. "As of right now, none of those terms are negotiable, though I think they are more than reasonable from my position. If any of those are unsatisfactory to your Grace, then the more important terms I have in mind your Grace will certainly refuse, at which point we have little else to discuss on the matter. Like I said, I do not require an answer immediately, so perhaps your Grace would like to consult some of your advisers back in King's Landing first."


The Warden of the West finished his inspection and turned back to the Targaryen Queen. "Now, shall we wait for the feast to start, while your Grace ponders over my terms?"


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The North


POV: Harron Harlaw


Aboard the Red Scythe Harron and Rodrik stood side by side towards the prow of the ship, their sons and heirs Balon and Dykk Harlaw stood behind them followed by a number of experienced reavers. Harron had chosen 14 ships for this mission,the majority had a full crew however there was a few skeletons in order to maximise the amount of resources they could take back to the Ten Towers. Hopefully the Greenlanders are too distracted to notice, another war wouldn't be the best.


"Here we are boys! Let's go make a king!". Harron roared as the shore came into view, there were small fishing boats out in the waters but the place was relatively peaceful with only a few people visible. Can smell the shit already. Once the ship reached the shore Harron rose his axe as he leaped off into thigh high water fuck may as well be jumping into ice sharp pains shot up his leg from the cold, however that soon vanished, he was iron born after all. His crew followed shortly behind him as he rushed onto land, the first poor soul to bite the dust was a feeble old man, he dropped fast when Harrons axe dig into his throat, blood splattered over the steel and gushed down his body staining his clothes. My favorite part the screams and cries were prominent now, the pier and the village was being put to the church along with its people slaughtered, anything worth anything was taken. A young lass tried to run into the woods but Rodrik grabbed her by the hair and yanked it back hard causing her to flail towards the ground, he placed his boot on her throat and watched her face turn blue before releasing it " She'll do" Rodrik chuckled. Harron was surrounded by (lewd actions with no clothes possibly against will) and murder God is good...





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Harron looked on at his men, hundereds and hundreds of iron born heroes at work, each man either carrying wood or chopping wood. With a satisfied look on his face Harron beckoned Balon and Dykk "A fine day it is, however there is more to be done... I want the two of you to gather a force of 50 men each, son you will take your men and venture father into the forest and nephew you will scout around the coast, see if you can find anything". The two men nodded " Of course" Harron clapped the two of them on the back "Siegfried will hear of your good deeds today, nothing but the best for a king eh?"
 

Kuvira Targaryen - Casterly Rock

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"Oh my" Kuvira spoke, as if slightly shocked by his terms, though she was not. He was a man who constantly overestimated his own worth, and such terms were to be expected for an alliance. "These are quite serious Lord Tiber, I think it would be best that I returned to Kings Landing and spoke with my council before I could give you a proper reply". In truth she did not need to speak with anyone, what Tiber wanted was simply unacceptable. "I believe I will show myself and my queensguard out now, perhaps take a walk around the castle grounds before the feast begins. Perhaps I'll clear my head" she spoke, trying to sound agreeable while on the inside she was filled with a mixture of rage and pity towards Tiber Lannister.


Dipping her head slightly in respect to the man she would simply stroll out of his hall to begin her walk around the grounds. Thinking on his terms she thought she would simply wait for the man to be crushed in a war he was not prepared for. Then Tiber would be forced to come groveling back to her, begging for aid. It would be at this time that she would quadruple that taxes that House Lannister currently faced as proper payment for her services in holding the Reach back from crushing his trickster house out of existence. It would also be at this time that she would give Tyrion Reyne his family seat back if he so wished, this action simply to show Tiber who was truly superior. Perhaps if his own vassals turned on him at some point she wouldn't even aid him, but instead fund and supply his enemies so that she could be there when his entire house was skinned alive.


Smiling to herself as she walked she could barely hold back a giggle of excitement. It was then that she caught a glimpse of it, a white rose growing in the garden she was currently walking through. Make it red she thought to herself, finding the lack of crimson on the white petals disappointing, finding the lack of blood staining House Lannister quite the same. Kuvira smiled, before she continued through the garden, waiting patiently for the feast to begin.


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Tiber Lannister

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The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.

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Tiber Lannister bowed in respond to the Targaryen Queen's words. "Of course your Grace. Take your time." The other members of his entourage, mostly Lionguards, also bowed, but kept their vigil of the meeting. When Kuvira and her Queensguard left, the Lord of Casterly Rock turned and walked in the direction of the head table, where Lord Edwyn Lannister leaned against one of the side pillars. Tiber's uncle gave a nod to his nephew, who returned the gesture. "How goes it Uncle?" The Merry Lion picked up another piece of fruit from the table and bit into it, while regarding the wise man that held the Westerlands together while his father dallied and paraded his position and power at King's Landing. The older veteran looked back towards the exit where the Red Dragon left in, and spoke.


"Even if the entire small council urges her to, Kuvira will never accept those terms." Leaning against the table, Tiber took another bite of his snack and shrugged.


"I didn't think so either, but if she knew what we knew, the Dragon would find those terms generous, and the dragon one reasonable."


Edwyn raised his eyebrows. "You asked for a dragon?"


Tiber shrugged again, "Sure, one that was loyal to House Lannister and the Rock. She did say anything, so why not?" Edwyn regarded his nephew for a moment, before shaking his head. Tiber finished the fruit and placed it on a nearby tray, which a servant nearby picked up immediately and exited the room with. "Do not worry Uncle. The Tyrells won't see what's coming, just as they didn't see our intentions until now, when it's nearly too late."


"And if the plan doesn't work?" Edwyn warily responded.


"Then I'll be dead along with a good number of House Lannister, and you'll have to do for me what you did for my father for so long in the past. Look on the bright side, at least the Westerland would not be unprotected." Tiber said with a smile.


Edwyn pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not as young as I used to be Tiber. I can't just keep the Westerlands together, especially if Wilhelm's with you if every thing goes to the Seven Hells." Tiber got up and placed a hand on his uncle's shoulder.


"Don't fret Uncle, it's so unlike you. I'm sure Wilhelm will be fine, and if he cannot rule, there's always Albert."


Edwyn looked up at his nephew with his eyebrows raised again. "The Wall will fall before he willingly takes up the reins of House Lannister." Tiber merely cock his head to the side.


"Perhaps. I'll pray to the Seven about it, though you know as much as I do, nothing in life's absolute Uncle."


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Celena Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Celena Lannister smiled as she bowed to the Lord she had danced with, before heading to a nearby table for something to drink.


The Welcoming Feast of the festival had arrived, and the Great Hall quickly filled with nobles from all around the Westerlands and Westeros in general. Tiber had said a few words to start the feast, as with every event so far for the highborns, and now the band played music that could be heard over all of the talking and merriment. Even the more somber of guests found themselves having a good time, at least from what Celena could tell. She looked over at the head table, where she had eaten a little of the food at before heading to the dance floor. Tiber and Leanne both talked and laughed with various nobles who made their way over to give their congratulations and just to catch up. Similarly, by his side, Wilhelm chatted with a few ladies, causing spurts of giggles to flow out every few moments. To the side, Edwyn and Martyn stood vigil, less like party attendees and more like security. Celena sighed; she really did wish her older brother would loosen up a little. Perhaps she needed to set him up with someone. A lady's touch might be just what Martyn needs.


The Lion Maid snapped out of her thoughts when a figure approached her. She smiled as her soon to be brother-in-law walked up to the table, looking a bit battered and tired from the melee but at least a bit cleaned up. "Greetings Kevan. Are you enjoying yourself?"


Kevan Brax gave a wary smile back to her. "I would more if I didn't ache in so many places. Did Martyn hurt this badly when he won his tourney all those years ago?" Celena took a sip of her wine, and thought about it.


"I don't recall him talking about it, though he's been in similar fights his whole life so he might have been used to it by now." Truth be told she didn't get to see him much after, being in a world of pain herself, similarly to Kevan was at the moment. Kevan sighed and shook his head.


"So much for trying to win this whole thing. The warriors on the pitch today were monsters."


Celena gave him a sympathetic smile while placing a hand on his arm. "You did very well today Kevan. No need to be ashamed. You lost in a melee that had Lyonel Hightower and Roland Wilds in it. For however long you lasted, you definitely garnered a bit of that honor and glory you craved."


Kevan rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, thanks." He looked away from Celena and the two sat silently for a moment, which Celena considered companionable despite the nervous looking boy next to her. After a moment he spoke again. "Thanks for sending Kylie to tend to me. She was really... gentle."


Celena raised her eyebrows at that. Did her handmaiden gather herself an admirer? Kylie could do a lot worse than the heir of House Brax, coming from the minor family of Pickleton. That would also make them officially family. Celena smiled inwardly at that. It would be a nice elevation of Kylie's status, not to mention really having her close even as her future was secured. The Lion Maid looked back to Kevan, who still looked nervous. "You look very handsome today. Have you asked Kylie to a dance yet? I'm sure she'll appreciate the gesture."


The young man looked back at her sharply, looking as excited about the idea as he was terrified. "R-really? You think she'll say yes?" Celena nearly rolled her eyes at that, though kept her composure.


"I think she'll love to. In fact, I think she's over by the servant's entrance at the moment. The next song will start soon, you should hurry." Kevan quickly looked back over to where Celena was looking, and, spotting Kylie, looked back and forth between the two ladies before downing the drink in his hand.


"Alright, here I go. Wish me luck sister."


Celena smiled back at him. "I'll be sure to pray to the Mother for you."


Kevan nodded before nervously walking over. Celena could hear him muttering to himself on the way. "Why is this harder than the start of the melee?" The Lion Maid shook her head in amusement, before casting her gaze over to the rest of the Great Hall, looking for anything interesting to be happening at the rest of the party.


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Cayden knew he usually had a lot of fun at these kind of events, he couldn't help think this to himself as he stood closer to one of the sides, holding a cup of wine. He was dressed in a retively plain garb, atypical compared to usual bright colors of a wedding feast but yet plain in such a way that still managed to draw attention. It was a bashe almost golden brown color with a hint of red like the Sands themselves had been woven into cloth clasping around his body just tight enough to show a hint of his physique without being inappropriate for the setting and contrasted his handsome face and vibrant blue eyes. The only decoration was the edges of his robe inlaid in gold thread making him more eye catching while his low cut collar revealed a portion of his chest and an amulet of the sun pierced by a spear in honor of his house.


The reason for his melancholy was heavily inline with his surprise meeting with his family and now the task in front of him. Right now he was Daennas only representation in Westeros and he came here hoping to get the alliance of house Lannister before meeting his family to bring them to the table but them showing up so suddenly had thrown him off and only the sudden rush of the crowds going to the start of the feast had gotten him moving again and ended the meeting a little early though he promised to speak to Elia that night. He shook his head, small locks of his hair falling over his face. He was over thinking this to much, he needed to take this a step at a time and his first step was talking to the Lord Lannister.


He glanced over in the direction of the Laughing Lion and saw many lords congratulating him and his wife and he knew it would be difficult to ask for a private conversation unless he wanted to create a scene. Deciding to wait for a moment and perhaps actually enjoy the party, he found his eyes scanning the Lords and Ladies. The entire Tully party had seemed to have disappeared somewhere, probably due to Kurivas arrival who also wasn't in view at the moment. Most of the Lords here were banner men of the Lannisters in some form or another at least of the great Lords. His eyes paused on a certain bright Lannister shining hair. "Speaking of Lannisters." He though as his eyes sought her, finding his eyes drawn to the Golden haired beauty. He had heard stories about her but it seemed they were lacking in comparison to actually seeing her. Her hair framed her face, which was fair, like spun gold and her hugged her frame in a way that showed some of the effeminate curves of her frame.


He mentally slapped himself, she was a Lannister of the Rock and while he had tumbled with a few lords daughters before he left he could not afford to offend the Laughing Lion. Still there was nothing saying he could not talk with her and he realized he might have figured out a way to meet with Tiber.


He found himself walking over to her with a wide, somewhat mischievous smile like usual on his face as he closed the distance between them while music drifted through the hall. He reached the table easily enough, setting his drink and a second one he had grabbed on the way over in between them in order to grab her attention. "Enjoying yourself lady Lannister?" He questioned lightly, intentionally or perhaps subconsciously his voice took on his familiar Dornish accent from his time in Westeros which had been described from everything from charming to incomprehensible (usually by the marcher lords) that fit in well with his current appearance as he sat down next to her, his blue eyes glancing at her curiously as he sat.


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Celena Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Celena Lannister looked curiously over to the side and observed a tan looking man walk over to her table. Giving him a polite smile, the Lion maid regarded the Dornishman with an observant eye. She had remembered him faintly from the pit, as the foolish man with the spear who defeated Trevir. Thinking about the White Falcon caused her to shake her head. Celena was most disappointed with his performance; she didn't expect him to defeat the Black Lion, now revealed to be Lord Roland Wilds, but Trevir should have won at least second place. Instead he yielded after falling victim to an underhanded ploy, utilized by the Martell sitting next to her now. Still the Lion Maid collected her manners inwardly, and turned to Cayden.


"Quite, Ser Martell. How's your evening thus far? Have you and the rest of Dorne's delegation been enjoying the festivities?" To be honest, his accent didn't even sound Dornish to Celena, the speech containing more foreign dialect than she knows the origins of. On one hand it did peak her curiosity as to where they came from, on the other it made his speech barely understandable. "I saw your... inspired performance at the pitch today. My congratulations. Shall we be expecting you for the bracket melee or the joust in the next few days?" She brushed a hair out of her face before taking another sip of her cup of wine, regarding the Dornishman with her greyish eyes.


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Celena Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Celena Lannister looked curiously over to the side and observed a tan looking man walk over to her table. Giving him a polite smile, the Lion maid regarded the Dornishman with an observant eye. She had remembered him faintly from the pit, as the foolish man with the spear who defeated Trevir. Thinking about the White Falcon caused her to shake her head. Celena was most disappointed with his performance; she didn't expect him to defeat the Black Lion, now revealed to be Lord Roland Wilds, but Trevir should have won at least second place. Instead he yielded after falling victim to an underhanded ploy, utilized by the Martell sitting next to her now. Still the Lion Maid collected her manners inwardly, and turned to Cayden.


"Quite, Ser Martell. How's your evening thus far? Have you and the rest of Dorne's delegation been enjoying the festivities?" To be honest, his accent didn't even sound Dornish to Celena, the speech containing more foreign dialect than she knows the origins of. On one hand it did peak her curiosity as to where they came from, on the other it made his speech barely understandable. "I saw your... inspired performance at the pitch today. My congratulations. Shall we be expecting you for the bracket melee or the joust in the next few days?" She brushed a hair out of her face before taking another sip of her cup of wine, regarding the Dornishman with her greyish eyes.


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He chuckled, sounding fairly amused at the way she talked about his performance. "No reason to call me Ser, I'm not technically a Knight since I left before I could take trials for it. You may call me Cayden or whatever else you like." His manner was relaxed, making it seem like he wasn't trying to put on any airs that nobility usually tried to pass off in events like this, like he was lacking that veiled courtesy that came from talking to other nobles and was more used to casual conversation. "As for my family I can't speak for them, mainly because I did not arrive with them. I've spent the last five years exploring the continent of Essos and only just arrived back in Westeros. I landed in Kingslanding two weeks ago." He said admitting to his recent arrival, while also unknowingly revealing he made the journey between the Red Keep and the Rock in a mere two weeks, a impressive feat in its own right.


"As for my... Inspired performance." He said pausing purposely with a grin emulating her own pause, showing he noticed. "It was in slightly poor taste of a duel but my spear was all but useless and he wasn't my first fight of the melee so I found myself tiring so I just moved as I needed. I'm a little banged up but it shouldn't prevent me from taking part in the individual bracket melee or the joust, as long as I don't end up in another fight and can find another spear." He said leaving a bit ambiguous why another fight would stop him from precipitating in the future events before turning back to her, his eyes seeming to almost change color depending on the angle she saw him at. "What did you think of the Melee lady Lannister? I'm sure you've seen quite a few of them." He said his voice curious as if showing this was not simply a question of politeness.
 
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Celena Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Celena Lannister sat and listened to the Martell Prince. From all that he's told her, it sounded as though this Cayden have been through much in the past few weeks. So either he was really desperate to get to her eldest brother's wedding, or he was lying. The Lion Maid couldn't really tell which was which, or rather if one possibility was more concerning to the other. She also detected a bit of flirtation in the undertone of his speech, something that raised her guards more rather than lower them. Celena didn't know this Prince Martell long enough to discern whether or not it was on purpose. She thought about the possibility of her marrying into House Martell. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, but the sheer implications of such a union would rock the political landscape of Westeros. Trevir and the other suitors could take a note out of Prince Martell's social book, yet still to do something that drastic would likely result in poor consequences of House Lannister, so no. Still, he was of a great house, and deserved the proper respect. The young woman tilted her head slightly as she regarded Cayden once more.


"Prince Cayden it is then." She took a sip of her wine, before continuing. "Oh, my. You must have quite a collection of stories to share then from your travels. What brings you back to Westeros currently? Trade? Family? I know if I spend more than a few months away from the Rock I would certainly miss it." She swirled the Arbor Red in her glass. "The melee was... entertaining enough. My haidmaiden and several other ladies of the court were certainly impressed with everyone's performances. I found the experience enjoyable, though I must admit I've seen better." Her thoughts flashed back to how things might have been different had Martyn entered himself, and she shook it off. The Lion Maid needed to focus on the situation at hand, potentially dealing with an informal discussion between the Westerlands and Dorne.


"Speaking of, did your family enjoy the melee? I think I saw them entering the stands after it had already started. I hope the weather isn't too cold for them."


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Celena Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Celena Lannister sat and listened to the Martell Prince. From all that he's told her, it sounded as though this Cayden have been through much in the past few weeks. So either he was really desperate to get to her eldest brother's wedding, or he was lying. The Lion Maid couldn't really tell which was which, or rather if one possibility was more concerning to the other. She also detected a bit of flirtation in the undertone of his speech, something that raised her guards more rather than lower them. Celena didn't know this Prince Martell long enough to discern whether or not it was on purpose. She thought about the possibility of her marrying into House Martell. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, but the sheer implications of such a union would rock the political landscape of Westeros. Trevir and the other suitors could take a note out of Prince Martell's social book, yet still to do something that drastic would likely result in poor consequences of House Lannister, so no. Still, he was of a great house, and deserved the proper respect. The young woman tilted her head slightly as she regarded Cayden once more.


"Prince Cayden it is then." She took a sip of her wine, before continuing. "Oh, my. You must have quite a collection of stories to share then from your travels. What brings you back to Westeros currently? Trade? Family? I know if I spend more than a few months away from the Rock I would certainly miss it." She swirled the Arbor Red in her glass. "The melee was... entertaining enough. My haidmaiden and several other ladies of the court were certainly impressed with everyone's performances. I found the experience enjoyable, though I must admit I've seen better." Her thoughts flashed back to how things might have been different had Martyn entered himself, and she shook it off. The Lion Maid needed to focus on the situation at hand, potentially dealing with an informal discussion between the Westerlands and Dorne.


"Speaking of, did your family enjoy the melee? I think I saw them entering the stands after it had already started. I hope the weather isn't too cold for them."


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Cayden tilted her head at her question almost like a curious bird to consider his reply. This talk had this far proved entertaining though he could tell she was still on her guard, even if it was to be expected he wanted to work on it a bit more but he could also hear the song ending behind them. It was a good opportunity to ask her what he needed and even if he wanted to converse more likely others would come at the songs end to ask for her hand anyway. "Family brought me back, I do not regret my time in Essos but it's been a hard five years without them." He said his voice as solemn as she's ever heard it and left little doubt he had great love and concern for his family. "I had no doubt they drew no little surprise when they saw me in the ring today, they had not known about my return as I had been pressed for time, it was not just my family that brought me back to Westeros." He said his voice dropping a degree as the song ended and he stood.


"It seems the song is over and while I would certainly like to continue our conversation I would be missing an opportunity to dance with a beautiful woman if I didn't ask you to dance with me." He said standing and offering his hand. His eyes were unreadable and by now it was likely obvious to the young girl that this man had not just rushed to the Rock for the festivities. He asked her to dance knowing they would less likely be spied on in the center of the ball and it would be harder to overhear their conversation nor would anyone have reason to interrupt them. Besides dancing with his beautiful woman was likely not an opportunity he would get again so easily. In truth he was quite good at dancing having always enjoyed it and had even gone as far to train it to help with his precise, quick foot work needed for his combat style. He found himself hoping she would accept, not just because it would be awkward to explain what he needed from her if he was denied but because he found himself wanting to dance with her, it had been awhile since he had been given time to relax.


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Roland Wilds - Casterly Rock - The Great Hall

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Roland smashed his pint of ale against Lord Kennings own as they both let out booming laughs. It seemed he had been drinking and talking with the man for some time now, enjoying the old mans stories of how he chopped one of Maelys Blackfyres kingsguards cocks clean off after driving his sword through his thigh. "The man was hung like a horse. I guess I used that to my advantage!" he shouted as he and Roland began laughing again. He was a vulgar man with very little manners, but Roland enjoyed that, far too many of these Westerlands lords had too much gold shoved up their twats to know how to have a good time. What made it even better was the fact the old man was a veteran of several wars, and Roland believed the man could understand him for this reason.


Drinking deep Roland would empty his pint before rubbing his ribs as they were still slightly sore from the blow he recieved from Lawsen on the field. Clasping Lord Kennings shoulder with his hand Roland would speak "Leave me alone for a bit, I don't need you chopping off my cock before the war starts, I intend to use it before then". Hearing a hearty laugh come from the lord, Roland slowly began to approach Kylie. She was a pretty young woman, even more attractive than Celena he thought, but he had always liked red heads, and thats why he had always wanted to show Walder Tully's granddaughters a good time.


Stepping in front of Kylie only moments before Kevan approached he had not even noticed he had ruined the young lads chances. "Seven blessings my lady" Roland spoke, carefully positioning himself so that Kylie couldn't smell just how much alcohol was on his breath. He was not drunk of course, hell he was hardly buzzed, but women rarely knew otherwise, and thus Roland was always careful to keep them from knowing just how much he had drank. Bowing to Kylie Roland would attempt to gently take her hand in his own "I am Roland Wilds, Lord of Fair Isle. If you could be so kind as to tell me your name and perhaps give me one dance, I would be in your debt". Roland was always a smooth talker when it came to the naive young ladies particularly of smaller houses. He knew exactly how they liked to be talked to and so long as it got them to spread their legs he'd say all of it.


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