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Nyalla Gargalen


Beauty of the Salt Shore
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From her listening in, she had picked up little of the two's conversation, only hearing things of mercenary companies and battles she hadn't heard of. The talk intrigued her about the lordling, as something had begun to seem out of place to her. For a moment, she was confused, as there were no major battles to brag about in Westeros for many years, at least none she knew of. However, the man's relationship with Cayden suggested they knew eachother, perhaps as mercenaries. For a moment she let the wheels in her head spin, until something clicked, and her full, pink lips twisted upwards into a devious grin.


After she was introduced, she gave a nod of her head. Then, with an almost dangerous-looking glint in her eyes and a half smile, she turned her gaze to Viserys, ignoring Cayden's words and gestures for the moment. Nyalla would watch Viserys as she gave him a gentle curtsy. "A pleasure to meet you, Ser Viserys. I am honored to make the aqquantiance of a man so well travelled," she commented, her caramel-colored eyes glancing over him. "A knight with a Valyrian name and stunning violet eyes bragging to a Dornish mercenary of his leadership qualities in the battles of Essoi mercenaries? Fascinating, truly," she continued, a smirk crossing her face as she leaned in closer to Viserys, providing a perfect view of her cleavage if he dared only to look downwards. Slowly, she began to speak, drawing her voice down to a level only the three of them could hear. "But yet you wear Lannister colors at the Lannister wedding, claiming to be here to see a sister, while from a foreign land? Why would a Westerlands knight be fighting with mercenaries in Essos? And why would you be from Essos, if you were serving the Lannisters?" She questioned, pressing a hand up against his chest, so that to any onlookers, she would appear to be flirting rather heavily. "All questions I am sure you have answers for, Ser Viserys?" She asked, putting emphasis onto the word Ser almost as if she doubted that too. For a moment, she stood in silence, keeping her eyes locked on his, as if analyzing his reaction. After a few seconds she pulled back, grinning as ever. "Cayden and I can always talk some other time, Ser Viserys," she admitted, giving her shoulders a gentle, rolling shrug. "Perhaps instead, you could introduce me to your sister? I am sure some resounding conversation can be found between us, surely," she offered, before finally turning her gaze back to Cayden, as if she has said naught.
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"Ah Cayden, you haven't changed at all, eyes on the prize you desire as ever," she teased, slowly tracing a finger over her breast. "You'd be a flawless conversationalist if you could look at something other than my figure while we are speaking," she taunted, letting out a slight laugh, before she began to speak. "I am afraid you and I can reconcile our missing past at a later date. Instead I'm in the mood to meet your friend's sister. Perhaps you would like to come along, at the very least?"
 

The Rock


The Black Dragon
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The confident, cocky grin Viserys had slowly melted with every word the Dornish lady spoke. He began to back away, slow cautious steps, but she matched every step as well. He felt that panic earlier fully twist and constrict around his heart. She wasn't Cayden's, no, but she and Cayden knew each other. 'Who's her employer?' He thought with the fear increasing. His face no longer held anything but a gaping mouth, eyes staring down into hers with stunned disbelief. She touched his chest and he recoiled. 'I could lie.' He first thought, but she had him down to a T. Nothing he could say could convince her otherwise, he was busted as the Captain-General of the Golden Company. His sister would have him hung over the gates of the Rock as an example to all traitors. 'The first king to die in this war.' Horror flashed over his face as realization of this truly hit him. He was done. Over with. Lucas Silverspear would take the Company East, and he'd die alone in Westeros.


"You disgraceful whelp." The voice of his father rang in his ears. "Some lowly Dornish woman is going to rattle you this easily? I thought even vile bastards had some cunning in them, Baelor's lot sure does. You cannot even play your natural role correctly. But then again you've only disappointed me your whole life. Why should this occasion be any different?"


Viserys growled as the woman turned to speak to Cayden. "My Lady," He didn't know what he was saying. The words came out of his mouth faster than he could reflect on them, but there was a clear anger in his voice, fear and panic just underneath those stronger tones. "You caught me. I am Viserys Waters." It hurt to say that. It hurt him worse than any injury on a battle field or rejection he's received. Surely that was his fathers reason for speaking to him again, to inflict one more blow. "Son of Baelor Velaryon. I was a captain in the Windblown, under Aemond Velaryon. . I. . " He couldn't believe those words. But they continued on, like an unstoppable flood. "I'm here on behest of my Lord Father. He wishes to make Lord Tiber an ally, and he didn't have faith in her grace. . You cannot repeat this!" His eyes reflected the seriousness of the situation, but for a different reason altogether. "Should Her Grace know of my presence both my Lord Father and I will be hung for treason."


He turned to Cayden, giving him an equally fearful gaze. 'Don't contradict me.' He hoped Cayden would keep his mouth shut.


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Pyke, The Iron Islands


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"Aye. An' she stole the lass, as well." Vaughan Greyjoy spoke surely, as he sat by Lord Ellar Botley's side. Ellar Botley was a tall man with a fairly large belly, filled with all the fish he had eaten. And he still eats. "Such a shame. Why do you think she took her?" Ellar asked as he picked apart the fish's corpse with his stubby fingers. Vaughan shrugged at that. "In any case, I will have my men on high alert for Haelga Greyjoy." Botley chewed.


"Thank you, Ellar. But, please, do not hurt her if she happens to come back." Vaughan said, sweetly.


"Vaughan-"


"Please. She may of killed some men, but she is my niece. I 'ave lost enough of my family as it is. If she comes back, you will not hurt her. Understood?"


Lord Botley licked a set of fish bones and then threw it down onto his platter, with the rest. How can one man eat so much fish in one sitting?


"I understand, Vaughan. I will do as you say." Botley said, as he licked his puffy lips. He called for his serving girl to fill up both Vaughan and his's empty cups with ale. She did as such. Vaughan looked at the cup as if it was overflowing with ocean. I should not drink anymore.


"We must prepare for The Kingsmoot soon." Lord Botley said, with a sip of ale. He placed the cup down and fingered his scruffy beard. "It'll be prepared, do not worry." Vaughan said in response. Lord Botley had a look of worry on his chubby, yet well structured, face. "I beg you reconsider. Every Iron Islander would back you as soon as they saw you, Vaughan."


"Bah." Vaughan sounded. He horizontally waved his hand. "I will not rule The Iron Islands. It isn't for me." Botley shook his head, which made the flab on his face frolic. "You are a stubborn fool, Vaughan. If I were you, I'd declare myself King. You have the respect of our people."


"If you were me, I'd be so fat that I wouldn't be able to stand up- let alone rule The Iron Islands." Vaughan said. Botley bellowed at that. His face went red with laughter and he playfully slapped Vaughan on the shoulder. "That is why you are you, and I am me." The chubby lord replied. He finished his fit of laughter with a gulp of ale.


Vaughan pushed his own cup away.


"Besides: Siegfried Harlaw will do more than a decent job. He was Conn's right-hand man." Vaughan spoke as he moved the cup to the edge of the stone table Ellar Botley and him sat at.


"It isn't Harlaw I am worried about, my old friend. It is Rordan Volmark, Codd, and Haelga Greyjoy. They will ruin us."


Rordan Volmark, my own nephew. He had announced that he'd run for King shortly after Conn disappeared. He was a strong boy, but still a boy at that. Codd had announced he was to compete- everyone who wasn't his family laughed at that. Haelga hadn't officially stated that she was to run, but many a person assumed as much. There was talk of more contenders. But all I have heard are names... no official announcements.


There was talk of a Goodbrother runnin', they even asked for my support. However I declined and heard nothing since.


"Siegfried will win, however. So you won't need to worry about Rordan, or Haelga, or fuckin' Codd." Vaughan said. Botley swallowed and sighed.


"I hope you are right, old friend. By The Drowned God, I hope you are right..."


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The Red Keep, King's Landing


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"So, what is your proper opinion on 'im?" Ser Kristoph Upcliff asked as they all sat around the fireplace. "Who?" Varic asked as he cleaned his longsword. He sat on a wooden chair, whilst Myatt and Upcliff sat by the flames- drinking. "Ser Albert." Kristoph said in a patronizing way.


Varic shrugged his shoulders and wiped down his sword with a grey cloth. I should name her something. Maybe something crab related? Or... I don't know. "You are so boring, Varic." Ser Rodrik Myatt joked. He sipped his red wine. "So boring." Varic played along.


"I think he likes cock." Kristoph said as he drained his cup of its alcohol.


"Huh? And what gives you that impression?" Varic asked, his eyes wide. He suddenly stopped wiping his sword. Kristoph yawned and stared into the orange blaze. "Nothing really. I just do."


"A little hopeful he does like it, are we?" Rodrik laughed. Varic couldn't help but laugh along with him. Kristoph's face grew as red as the fire.


"I would never. Such a thing disgusts me." Kristoph stated as he stood up. He slumped over to the table in the center of the room, where more wine was displayed. Varic placed his sword by the wall, having it stand upwards. I will name you yet. "I think Ser Albert will fit right in. Give him some time, Upcliff." Rodrik said as he brushed his hand through his golden hair.


Varic nodded. "Yes. I mean, you got used to us."


"You two are still lil' shit stains that get on my last nerve, though." Kristoph revealed, as he filled his cup with red juice.


"I try." Rodrik jested. Rodrik and Varic both laughed at that. Kristoph even smiled a little bit, as he sat back down by the fire place- made of cream and red stone.


"Whether he likes cock or doesn't like it, we should be kind to him. He is our brother now, after all." Rodrik said as he put his silver cup down by his side.


"You're just sweet on him because he is a Lannister." Kristoph spat.


"Yes, and no." Rodrik replied.


"Rodrik is right. He is our brother now. We should treat him as such. Just like we treated Ser James as our brother when he joined." Varic said, his eyes being drawn to the fire. The flames cackled and danced. The way it moved seemed almost fascinating to all three of the knights.


"I, of course, agree." Rodrik chimed.


Kristoph had an ugly look on his face. As if someone had stabbed him. Is he alright? He stood up, wine in his hand. "Whatever." He mumbled before he turned over the cup and poured the red wine onto the floor beneath him. Kristoph then left.


"At least clean up after yourself!" Rodrik called, as Kristoph fled the room.


He has always been a strange fellow.


"I'll have to get a maid." Rodrik himself stood up and left the room, off to find a serving girl to clean up a bit of wine on the floor.


Varic was left all alone, as the fire sparked on. He was thinking of the conversation he had just had with his peers. I will treat Ser Albert as any member of The Queensguard. He is my brother and I'll treat him like one.


Varic stopped. His mind moved to his actual brother. I don't treat Cethann like a brother though, and he my only real one. We should be the best of friends. Yet we cannot.


He and Cethann were so unlike one another. Varic always tried to what he thought was right, whilst Cethann would not. Cethann always hung around filthy parts of the city and got involved with scummy people.


He's chosen his path and I have chosen mine. I have true brothers now. The Queensguard.


Varic sighed and stood up. He took one last look at the fire, before heading to his own quarters where his thoughts wouldn't be disturbed by anyone, may they be a knight or a flame.


 
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Cayden couldn't help but be annoyed as for the moment when she turned away from him with barley a second glance. He almost wanted to say something if only to remind her that he was here but there was something about the look in her eyes that stopped him and he watched intrigued as she turned on Viserys. He watched the girl tear into his story, and made him wonder how long was she listening to them before she walked over which made him slightly nervous. This feeling however was replaced by astonishment as he watched the girl rip into Viserys disguise in a way he hadn't seen anyone other then perhaps himself challenge the man. Horror was reflected in Viserys eyes and for a moment he thought the game was up for the man and he was just waiting for the fall. His gaze towards Nyalla changed greatly, and it showed when she turned to him. When she had first shown up he had reacted with delight and had considered it a very enjoyable distraction yet now he realized that the girl in front of him had grown far more then he expected and not just physically either. It both humbled him and attracted him, and now his eyes made an intentional effort to meet hers, with a new respect in his eyes though the lust and attraction were still there, perhaps even stronger then before.


He had to admit though Viserys was a good liar, in a moment words were rolling out of his mouth while Cayden put effort keeping a more neutral expression on his face. The lie was believable, because he was sure it help a ring of truth and he paused and suddenly a rolling chuckle left his lips as Nyalla turned back to him. "Pfft... Hahahaha." He said a full belly laugh escaping him, tears almost leaking from his eyes as he watched Viserys panic. "My lady you have grown formidable." He said when he finally was able to control of it, wiping his hand over his eyes as he sighed trying to regain control of his breathing. He had never expected she would be able to get Viserys to panic, and never in his life had he expected Viserys to call himself Waters so he got quite some entertainment watching this scene. Never the less even while he was drunk he wasn't slow and he realized he had an opportunity here, he wanted to learn what Viserys wanted and making him owe him was a good start. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone disect his disguise so quickly or cause him to panic so seriously." He said his voice controlled again and low, making his laugh from those afar making it seem like some joke had been told.


"You figured him out, we knew each other in the disputed lands at he is indeed Lord Baelors bastard son." He turned his gaze to Viserys and smirked. "You shouldn't underestimate the intelligence of our woman Viserys, they got clever minds and clever tongues." He said seeming amused by Viserys 'reveal' and now he glanced turned back to Nyalla after his reference to her sharp tongue, or perhaps something else she could do with her tongue he was hinting at. "Also you can not blame me for looking at your figure, when you go through so much effort to show it off." He said lightly drifting his fingers over her shoulder with a teasing wink before leaving the ball back into Nyallas court to see if she accepted the story.


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Tiber Lannister


Hall of Heroes, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Tiber Lannister walked through the halls of the Rock, confident and looking as though he had spent the day wandering Lannisport's markets. Though his home was filled with possible friends and foes, the Lord of Casterly Rock never once broke his stride, or gave thought of any danger to himself or his family. This was not the Red Keep; this was Casterly Rock. Would be assassins would find out the difference very quickly, just before they watched a sword erupted from their own chest, or a blade slicing across their throats. So, with the head of his Lionguards, the Warden of the West strolled through his castle, and back to the Great Hall, where he had first been informed of the meetings he had to take place, excluding the one with the Red Dragon herself, who seemed to have abstained from the celebrations of the night.


Walking back into the Great Hall, the Merry Lion noticed immediately the dying crowd, and only a few nobles left in the room. His bride to be was missing, likely retired for the night, as was his sister. Several servants were helping passed out guests off the floors and tables. The Lord of Casterly Rock watched as two helped his future brother-in-law out of the Great Hall, accompanied by one of the Tully granddaughters. Mayhaps a future wedding in the works? It would help secure further ties to the Riverlands; one should not discount the advantages of a secured border, even if its only on one side. He walked over to Martyn, who had been watching the room since Celena left. The Mountain Lion spoke up when he came up, confirming his suspicions. "Celena's asleep, so's Leanne, as is her house. The Martell Prince was escorted out before, and his violation of our hospitality forgotten on the condition that he retired for the night. As you can see, he had not done so." He gestured over to a laughing individual, speaking with what looked like Viserys with his sister's shade of hair and a scandily clothed woman.


Tiber shrugged, "If he causes another incident, alert Elia Martell. Otherwise let him be. The night will be over soon and we'll continue with more important things. There are enough foes against us in these halls without us making more." Martyn nodded, but kept silent. The two brothers waited for a bit in companionable silence, at least it seemed to Tiber. While each considered their own thoughts, he watched the room. The Stark she wolf was partying out with her companions, in great contrast to the somber table of Haelga Greyjoy and her own men. The Hightowers continued to grumble upon themselves even as they ate and drank Lannister foodstuff, and a few Tullys remained scattered in the celebration. Tiber's eyes glazed over the people still searching for any signs of the Regent of the Riverlands and Riverrun, as well as the Targaryen Queen. "Barba Tully still occupied with her Grace?"


Martyn shrugged, "Mayhaps, mayhaps not, but she hasn't appeared all night. Neither has her Grace." Tiber nodded, though less to the benefit of his brother but more of a reflex. He'll wait for Lady Barba for a little longer, as it would be poor form to not personally welcome the most powerful individual of the Riverlands to his castle, especially if they were to be related soon.


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Nyalla Gargalen


The Beauty of Salt Shore



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Nyalla smirked at him, following him as he helplessly stumbled back from her. "Is there... A problem, Ser Viserys?" She asked tauntingly, the look on his face confirming her suspicions. She had caught him for what he was... Although she had yet to know. None the less, she was proud of herself, and the triumphant grin on her face showed that. She turned her gaze to Cayden, simply nodding her head, as a sort of silent "You're welcome," having ended his arguement with Viserys. However, before she could voice that, Viserys began to speak, sounding angry as she had predicted, but scared as well, which also was none too surprising. She listened to him, tilting her head in his direction, curious as to who he really was. As the man's words poured out of his mouth like some terrible rogue wave, she only nodded, offering him a slightly pitying look. She reached out to him with a gentle smile, placing a hand upon his shoulder. "It was very brave of you to open up about this and tell me the truth, Viserys," she complimented, truthfully it would seem. "There is nothing you need to fear from me," she answered him with an honest smile. She took hold of his hand and pulled it to her heart, so that he could feel it's beat, something that she meant to show how sincere she was, although it looked a bit like he was just fondling her breast. "Trust me, no one shall hear of it," she requested with a smile, before she let him go and turned her attentions to her own thoughts, keeping all that she had learned about Viserys in her head, making sure to report to Elia on it soon enough.


She turned her gaze back to Cayden, only to catch him staring at her. She let her gaze meet his, giving him a wink and a sly smile. She had heard him laughing as Viserys admitted his identity to her, something that unsettled her a little, almost making her feel as if his was part of some cruel joke. As Cayden began to speak the feeling did not leave her, but none the less she smiled and bowed to him. "Formidable I am," she replied with a smirk. She listened as he told her the truth about their past, and she nodded, understanding it now. She choicely ignored his hinting comment about tongues, instead responding to his last remark. She only shrugged, "With a body like this one what else would I do other than show it off?" She asked with a smirk
 
Cayden still amused looked at Nyalla and his smirk widened as she commented on her body. He had already decided to spare Viserys for now so right now his current goal was to tempt her away from Viserys so they could talk privately, though with how badly she was ripping into the young Blackfyre the question is whether she would be willing to let go of her prey even temporarily and Viserys himself looked ready to bolt. He needed to diffuse this situation if he could and the way to do that was to calm Viserys and give Nyalla something else perhaps equally tantalizing to think about. "Mhmm to show it off is always something ill agree with, though perhaps if your still in the mood to show off ill gladly accompany you." He said teasing her before seeming to consider something and take a bit of a leap of faith. He had stayed to long already and in the corner of his eye he was sure he could see Tiber watching him, the longer he stayed the more likely he would offend the Lion. He needed to leave as soon as possible to keep relations as far intact as possible.


"Speaking of the Queen, Viserys I ran across someone in the East before I came here." He said suddenly growing seemingly serious. He shifted his weight to his left foot, his eyes sharp. "I ran across the youngest Targaryen sister, Daenna Targaryen, in Essos. You don't know this but when I went to Kingslanding I spent my days in her company and the rest of the Targ family to a certain extent. She revealed to me that Kuriva was looking for allies across the sea and may have arranged a deal without your fathers knowledge." He said playing on the idea that his father was Baelor and as a mercenary he didn't spend much time in Westeros. "A contract with the foreign state of Ib she had as an offer of Daennas hand to the new Ibben blood king." He said, not even having to fake the disgust in his voice for the idea as especially after learning of Tibers hardline against the Ibbens involvements his patience for the stout people had reached its peak and he was more then comfortable to throw them to the dogs. "It seems Kuriva plans to bring a foreign power here to these shores." He said his voice angry, which likely would be no surprise. He was known to be fairly close to Daenna though most didn't know the extent and as a Dornishman he wouldn't take foreign invaders lightly, earlier he had tolerated them because Daenna insisted and they may have been key to her survival but no he had no qualms talking down about them. "You should warn any contacts you have across the sea, some of my Red Spear are watching her so she might not go to Ib but they still might move." He then turned his gaze back to the woman in front of him. "Now shall we go catch up?" He asked, hopefully she wouldn't keep pressing Viserys for now and the information he teased and what else he might know would keep Viserys interested and her intrigued enough to follow him as he lightly put a hand her shoulder as if encourage her to follow him.


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Barba Tully

Guest Chambers, Casterly Rock, The Westerlands.​



Allowing herself a smirk, Barba smiled inwardly, silently thankful that the queen had decided to be brief with her criticisms. In truth, Barba didn't know what to think of the girl, she had been polite enough, and certainly not the monster her father had shown himself to be, but the Lady of Riverrun had also known Maeryn in his youth, before he became known as the 'Mad King' and back then he showed little inclination of the man he was to become. "I thank you for not prolonging the conversation with the pointless threats and offers of surrender that often spice the tongues of rulers clinging to power, and I am grateful that you understand the need for peace." Barba though over her words carefully, thinking on what the girl had said. Peace was not an option, that had been clear from the day that Osmund Baratheon's head was first removed from his shoulders, and whether the girl was niece to that fact, or merely wanted to claim moral superiority for vying for it Barba didn't know"


"I admire your attempts to end this war, but I am sure that you know as well as I do that Stark will do little to fix the divide between the dynasties of Targaryen and Baratheon. A Tully always loves his family, that is true, but the same cannot be said for the Baratheons. Theirs is the fury as they often say and Braedon feels that his lieges have betrayed him with the murder of his father a sentiment to which I can relate." Barba's own father had been executed, by a king who bore a different name, though it was so long ago now, that even the more prominent details were now fading from memory. "You may not have murdered Osmund Baratheon but that does not matter to his grieving son. All that matters to him is vengeance and I doubt the Stark boy will be enough to turn him from that path, even if myself or Lord Walder were to ask him to"


Barba began moving slowly towards the door, not as limber as she had been in her younger years. She often forgot that she was almost as old as her lord husband and would be dead and buried soon enough, though hopefully not so soon as to miss the war's conclusion. "Blame who you will for this war, it does not change that it is going to take place" she turned to look at the queen for a final time, anger flashing over her eyes "I pity you, coming to your throne at such a young age, having to deal with all this strife, but threaten the lives of any member of my family and seven hells will not be enough to save you from my wrath. Honour is a Tully trait, not a Bracken one and you will unfortunately find that I am lacking. I shall leave when I so choose, be that before or after you deem appropriate." She moved through the door, nodding her head at Ser Gale Corbray, the Lord-Commander of the kingsguard, whom she knew in passing as a great warrior and someone of similar age to her husband.


"I hope you don't mind" Barba said as she made her way through the door, not looking back to gauge to Queen's reaction "I have sent word to my lord husband of your arrival here today. I am sure he shall be interested to hear about a royal visit during a family wedding" She began to make her way to the great hall, stopping for a second to admire the vastness of the rock. With a castle such as this, t was no wonder the lions commanded so much respect, and she wondered if House Blackwood would be so eager to appose her family if this was their fortress instead of Stone Hedge 'Mayhaps the Ravens would have met a similar end to the Red Lions' she thought with a smirk. She had never been fond of the Blackwoods, even when they became family, through the marriage of her son to Lady Revina, and though it may just be her Bracken blood talking, she thought them all a foolish folk, with foolish customs.


As she entered the great hall, through an entrance to the side,schedule couldn't help but notice how empty it was. It seemed her niece had already retired to bed, as had her son's and nephew, though Agnes still remained with her uncle Walder talking to a man who Barba recognised from the melee pit, her face a shade of red that almost matched the river on which their castle stood. "Thank you Lord Wilds, I am relieved to hear that my father's actions caused you no distress" Barba raised an eyebrow, watching from a slight distance as her son and granddaughter conversed with the Lord of Fair Isle, 'what has Benjicot done this time' she thought, looking around for Lothar, though he seemed to be absent.


"Lord Wilds? If you would excuse my interruption I would like to have a word with my granddaughter." She moved up to the small group, not waiting for a reply before taking Agnes to the side, regarding the girls face. "It seems that you father has scared some colour into you. What has he done this time? Talk plainly and talk honestly, for I am sure the guards shall not be so favourable with their account"


"It... It was nothing..." The girl replied somewhat shakily "he just had a little too much to drink, you know how he gets and he said somethings he may regret in the morning." Barba sighed, her eyes narrowing. Benjicot was her son, but he was also a bother, and if he hoped to lead the Riverlands one day he was going to have to learn to grow up, no forty year old man should act like that.


"I shall deal with your father upon the morrow, now it is late, go to your chamber and get some rest. Fetch your sisters along the way" Agnes got up to leave, muttering something which Barba could not hear "Walder!" He turned to her son behind her "When you have finished your conversation, I'd like you to check on your brother. Ensure that he remains in his chamber, and only him tonight, I'd rather not have a scandal on our hands"


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Astris Baratheon


Casterly Rock
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A sigh escaped the young doe's lips as she stood staring out of the same window she had all day. In some ways Astris felt like although she'd escaped King's Landing she'd landed herself in just another prison; only this time it was bigger and endangered other people thanks to her mere existance there. In her head she was steeling herself, locking away emotions in an attempt to help her survive. The only way she was going to survive now was to play the game no matter how dangerous. She would have to cut all ties to her brothers because it was obvious there was no way they were going to win and only trust herself. Yes, she would still be a Baratheon, but she would not be siding with her seemingly traitorous brother, she would be on the 'right' side...whichever that may be.


When Celena found her, Astris was in complete agreement over what she should do. There was no way she wanted to get caught by the Queen, not at all. "Of course my Lady" was her words, bowing her head slightly as they seperated from their embrace. "I would not want to cause any trouble" And with that, the young lady turned and headed straight for her chambers, not stopping until she was inside and the door was closed behind her. Leaning against the door she'd just shut, a breath of relief washed out of her, the current danger over as much as it was going to be. This was going to be a treacherous few days to say the least, hiding right under the nose of the queen and her people.


Astris pushed off the door and headed further into her chambers, noting that her balcony door was locked and food had been left on the table for her. All of this made sense she had to admit, even a fool could understand the precautions she was sure. All that was left to do was to get on with her time and deal with it so Astris sat to enjoy her meal before going back to making the dress she had started earlier for herself.


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Princess Elia Martell


Casterly Rock
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Cayden was back in Westeros. He was back in Westeros after 6 years! Elia was keeping a perfect poker face but underneath it all her mind was racing. What in seven hells did that boy think he was doing exactly?! Just showing up unannounced at a bloody wedding with no warning and just entering the damn melee. It seemed he was not any smarter than he had been when he left or any more sensible. It seemed that her life at this wedding just got harder since now she was going to have to control her estranged brother as well as the rest of her siblings, as if Arianne wasn't enough to handle on her own without Cayden being around with gods knows what agenda.


Once the melee was over, the Princess of Dorne decided not to go and seek out her wayward brother right away, deciding to leave things for a less public time, especially considering Ari's temper and the fact that she'd already had to hold her sister back with the help of Ari's twin when Cayden revealed himself to be back with no doubt about it. It was a matter that needed to be dealt with privately and carefully otherwise it was going to get out of hand very quickly. Instead, she took the rest of the Martell family into the feast with her and chose to carry on like normal. Well as normal as things were with all the inter house politics that existed at these events.


During all of the drama Elia kept her family in check, only releasing the reins when the feast was over... to some extent. Much to Arianne's disgruntlement, she sent her younger sister to their quarters for the wedding with her twin as escort, determined that she would not cause a scene tonight over Cayden's return. And after Lianna opted to join her, Elia was on her own during the rest of the evening's festivities. Even when Cayden was part of a ruckus though, Dorne's leader kept to herself and observed the evening sipping on a goblet of wine. Her aim tonight was to get a picture of how things were and try and work out who would be best to create a alliances with.


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Arianne Martell


Casterly Rock
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After her sister and lord had effectively banished her to their chambers for the night, Arianne was not happy. She wanted to have words with stupid stupid bloody Cayden who dared to just show up out of the blue after 6 years! He hadn't even acknowledged their parents deaths or their funeral. Instead he'd been off do gods knows what gods knows where in flaming Esoss the absolute ass. the young Dornish princess was seething at her estranged brother she really was, lucky Lianna hadn't known him that well when he left, or at least not that she remembered since she hadn't even become a woman when he'd left.


Once they made it to their chambers, Ari bid goodnight to Lia who just headed for her room and bed but her twin came with her to her room. One, to make sure she didn't leave to find Cayden and two because he knew she'd want to fight right now as she always did when she was annoyed or angry. And so the is exactly what the twins did during the rest of the evening, they fought. Hand to hand combat with niether of them giving a damn if the ripped clothing or gained bruises, they just tried to not hit faces to keep up appearances for Elia's sake.
 

Tiber Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Tiber Lannister continued to watch as more people exited the hallway. The latest to have departed came from House Martell with another one of their daughters leaving after one had been more or less harried away from the dwindling party. The Lord of Casterly Rock waited patiently, sipping on some fresh ale that a servant had brought him, rather than the leftover stuff on the various tables. He actually craved some desserts, but it was late and he would soon have breakfast anyways, so the Merry Lion content himself with what was in the cup in his hand. Strangely enough, with the exception of a certain Targaryen Queen and Riverland Regent, a good number of major players of the game were in the room still. Ella Martell quietly observed everything that had occurred from her seat. Strange though that she didn't intervene when her brother was attacked earlier. The Tullys had a main presence in the ball the whole night, and with the arrival of Ravenna Stark, the North was represented as well. Of course there was himself for the Westerland. The only ones missing were the Baratheons and the Tyrells. The Merry Lion suspected that they were both deterred from coming for similar reasons: war. Though with the Tyrell, things were a bit more personal.


When a latecomer arrived however, it caught his attention. Of course it gave a sharp contrast to the many leaving the opposite ways. The older woman carried herself with the same attitude that Tiber believed he had as he walked through the Rock, without fear but purposeful. If any had doubt that been on the minds of those about who had truly held the reins of the Riverlands currently, it would be dispelled upon meeting the woman. While physically she looked no different from an average mature woman, perhaps a bit taller, Barba Tully had an air of authority upon her that would intimidate most men. Tiber gave a thought to the bravery and possible passion that Walder Tully had for marrying one such as her and held the marriage together for so long, not sure if that would be a boon or a curse upon the man. Still, she will be family soon, and the Warden of the West stroll forward, just as the Regent of the Riverlands finished addressing one of her sons.


"Ah, good evening Lady Barba. I had hope to make your acquaintance earlier, and extend my personal welcome to our new family to the Rock. However it seemed that the Seven would not permit it, as I was pelted with people and problems that required my immediate attention, and I wish to apologize on House Lannister's behalf. I hope you are aware of one of those said people?" He took a sip of his ale, while seeing if the other party manage to catch the meaning of his words. The older woman was much more experienced and wise than he was, so he would be surprised if she didn't. "I sincerely hope the journey here have not taken too long or been too hard? I understand the hills of the Westerlands to be arduous some times, having traveled them myself many times. Have you and the rest of the Riverrun envoy enjoy the festivities so far? How about the accommodations? Please don't hesitate to let me know if you need anything. We shall all be family soon enough." He gave her a quick bow before looking at her again. "Perhaps Ser Benjicot would like some water and breakfast delivered to his room in the morning? I might imagine he would find the sunrise unpleasant, given the amount of alcohol he consumed tonight and the spectacle he made."


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Eel Alley


Cethann Celtigar
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"I'm sorry it had to be this way Lord Celtigar"


Realization hit Cethann like it were an angry Northern mare, stunning him. He stared blankly at the wall of shields at the end of the alley while his three brothers drew their swords, looking on at the force with hesitance, waiting for their commander to give the order. But none came. His mind was empty, unable to believe what was going on. 'You soggy tit, Daeron.' Was all that came to mind before the voice behind him spoke again.


"You should have remembered to whom your loyalties lie my Lord, King Braedon sends his regards"





Cethann turned to face the man, shocked at seeing him now with a dagger in hand at making his way quickly for the Lord of Claw Isle. This impassive, shocked expression quickly morphed as the assassin drew closer. His sword was still sheathed, and it would likely take him too long to rip it out and still fend off the dagger blow. His eyes looked into Alyn's, untold rage hiding in the brown orbs. With a monstrous roar, he moved to meet Alyn Hull, willingly shoving his shoulder in the direction of the dagger. He was wearing mail underneath the choice picks of golden painted plate, he had no fear that the blade would deal significant damage. But even then, Cethann was a man willing to sacrifice anything for his life.


As the blade met with his shoulder, the blade slipping past the mail and tearing into his skin, he howled like a man possessed. He moved still, his left arm now gripping the assassins wrist, hoping to keep the blade embedded in his flesh as he pressed his assault. His large open hand came down, trying to clutch Alyn's throat, with every intent of choking the man to death.




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"Go, you old cod!" He dismissed Baelor with a wave of his hand. "You dismiss the man with the most experience in times of war for your own personal gain. You seek not to help Queen Kuvira but to help yourself! That family name of yours is the problem, strip it away and you'll be a true servant." He glared at the man, rising to his feet as well. Vladan already had enough of the man. He was nothing but an opportunist.


"You're over exaggeration and lack of guile will lead us into a dark age. You should swim back to your isle and let those who know how to rule manage the seven kingdoms." He finished. He stood there awkwardly for a moment, realizing that he himself wanted to storm out of the room, but Baelor was an obstacle there as well. With a huff, the fit seventy year old marched behind him, until he could slip past the master of ships and clear out of the Hand's tower. Vladan had work to do, Cethann likely had reports ready for him, and Ser Daeron would ride out soon.




The Rock


The Black Dragon
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Viserys gave the Dornish lady an uncomfortable smile, quickly peeling back his hand from her person. She unnerved him, in mere moments of talking to the man she was able to destroy his story. Albeit, he wasn't the strongest of liars, but neither did he think he was that obvious. She was either incredibly attentive, or was following him. Both situations gave the Blackfyre King a bad taste in his mouth. She would have to be taken care of, but the feast had far too many people in it for Viserys to cleanly get away with anything. And there was Cayden - Who would certainly defend the woman, she had his (dick) head in her hands.


"Many thanks, my lady. It's difficult being the son of an adviser, especially when your queen is.." He paused, sighing. "No disrespect to her grace, but she is very much her fathers daughter." He gave her a pitiful smile.


Viserys took a step back, letting the two Dornish nobles talk briefly, but Cayden dragged him back into the conversation by naming a dragon in the east. 'Why is Daenna in Essos?' Was the first thing to come into his mind. He never knew his youngest sister, Hell, he barely knew Kuvira when they lived in the same keep. Things became clearer once Cayden explained, and the contempt in the Dornish Prince's voice wasn't lost on Viserys. "Oh truly?" He asked, feigning shock. "An army of those. . ? I'll let my Lord Father know once I return home."


His mind was running a mile a minute. In Cayden's brief statement so much had changed, Viserys felt he now had a better grasp on Westeros, yet at the same time the game got harder to play. Cayden was suspicious, for his mercenaries were guarding Daenna in Essos, essentially giving Kuvira an army of foreigners. 'Is he working for Kuvira? He couldn't be that much of a fool to tell me these plans, unless. . ' His face paled. 'Does he not know of my claim? Is he hoping to pull me into an alliance with Kuvira as well?' It made him want to laugh, Cayden's ignorance gave Viserys valuable information. 'He's also not pleased with the hairy men coming over here, like any normal Westerosi. Mayhaps he can funnel information from Kuvira's court to my ears.' His grin grew, slipping only as he drained more wine from the skin. Whatever Gods were out there seemed to favor him, he now had a way to campaign against Kuvira! 'She's bringing in foreigners to attack and rape our people!' He thought gleefully.


"This is most troubling indeed, Prince Cayden."


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Storm's End


Rory Baratheon
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Rory's eyes and ears were fixed on the exchange between loyal the Wolf, and Pretender Stag, both had their ways with words, no doubt, for better or for worse. Yet Rory's grip upon his sword's handle tightened in one silenced hiss of frustration, out of the corner of his eye, the Dragonstone Men-At-Arms and Sailors - Baelor's included - shifted uncomfortably, the implication of Braedon's words were unmistakable; what reason did Rory have to follow a brother who would forsake him, into battle? He had come so far, only to be spat on. Perhaps the Queen, Kuvira, would more appreciate his support - something he now considered a very real alternative - for if his own brother would not reward his own blood with his birthright, perhaps Rory would take it from his cold, dead hands.





Rory's own anger soon subsided at the sight of a similar reflection on the Lone Wolf's face; it appeared antagonizing people through speech was something Braedon did well, something that would get him killed - sooner rather than later, as it appeared.


Aiden's unsuspected challenge was surprise enough to even make Rory gasp along with every other soul present. Aiden Stark was a skilled swordsman, better than Braedon, undoubtedly, yet Braedon's overconfidence and ego were as large as Casterly Rock. Were he to be slain in personal combat, the war cause would dissolve, and Rory would likely be branded a traitor by the Queen; and stripped of the Stormlands before he ever held them. That was not the way.


Rory could also play the word game, if he so desired, with a determined stride he approached Braedon, and clamped one hand on his shoulder, "I would not see you harmed, dear brother. For 'Ours is the fury', you do the leading, and the ruling. I'll do the fighting."





"I will be his sword!" Rory bellowed above the mumbling crowd of foot soldiers present, his eyes piercing Kuvira's pet wolf, a smile threatened to envelop the Stag's face, Braedon Baratheon, challenged to a duel, and too craven to fight for himself, but having to rely on his brother, who will soon have the credit of slaying a Queensguard. Perhaps such a show of feigned loyalty would convince Braedon to be less the fool like his father, and more a ruler, a real Stag of the People; all Rory wanted was the Stormlands, and he would have them, one way or another.


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Haelga Greyjoy



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Seeing Tiber finally renter the hall, Haelga let out a sigh, standing up from her seat. She gave a simple nod to her men as she made her way over to the Lannister lord, waiting until he had finished speaking to the lady she presumed to be a Tully. "Lord Tiber," she greeted with a bow. "Sorry to interrupt, but I've got something to talk about," she admitted. "For the wedding ceremony, I've got something down in my ships that can make it plenty special. Fireworks from Yi Ti, a few crates of them. I just need you to let me use them. Do you know where I can launch them from so that your guests can see them?" She asked, getting right down to the point. "I'd say they'd make this wedding even more memorable for everyone attending, especially if you hold the ceremony later into the day so I can use the fireworks at night. Far more impressive then," she admitted with a slight shrug.


"All I'm asking for in return is that you let your guests know I was the one who brought the fireworks, and that you and I continue our conversation sometime over these five days of celebration, if you ever find yourself unoccupied."






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Nyalla Gargalen


The Beauty of the Salt Shore



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Nyalla eyed Cayden's widening smirk, already coming to the realization that she had him hooked. She giggled at his offer, gently shaking her head. "I'm afraid not yet, Lord Cayden. I had thought you had wanted to catch up on our past instead of crawling into my undergarments so fast," she teased, knowing fully well which came first for the mercenary. However, before she was able to follow up with another subtle teasing, he began to speak of matters most interesting. Without comment she listened in, already assnebling everything said in her head. The information shocked her, but something seemed off about it. "Wait..." She interrupted, a frown on her face. "Why would Kuvira be trying to get foreign allies instead of allies within the seven kingdoms? All she has done here is insult a bunch of major lords by locking them up in the Red Keep. Is that not slightly... Odd?" She asked, an eyebrow raised. "Does our queen really hold such a low level of faith in her own subjects and vassals that she would bring a foreign power in to interfere?" She whispered, leaning in so that her words would not be heard by anyone else on accident. She didn't know so much about Daenna Targaryens so that part didn't matter. But the fact that the queen was using her as a pawn to marry to a foreigner was... Interesting to say the least. She only nodded sympathetically to Viserys, her mind too distracted by this latest piece of information for her to pay attention to the bastard son of a crown lands lord. She let Cayden begin to lead her off, before she paused. "Farewell Ser Viserys. Good luck with your task," she offered with a kind smile, before continuing, saying to Cayden. "Before you do, I believe there is someone else you should catch up with first," she hinted with a smile, before reaching down to take his hand, and leading him across the room to an exit. As she walked, the rhythmic swaying movement of her hips and rear was probably enough to keep the slightly drunk Cayden distracted as she gave a brief nod to Elia Martell as she passed, and a mouthed "Follow me."
 

Storm's End


The Lone Wolf
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The sour expression of Aiden's face deepened when he heard that Rory Baratheon was taking up his brothers challenge. "Coward." He declared, boldly. "To let your brother carry the weight of your mistakes?" He shook his head, disgusted at the action. Rory wasn't a man Aiden had great affection for, but he had a reputation as being honorable, if not for the sake of being a stickler for the rules. A man of the Kingsguard would see little reason to not respect the man, even now. 'He's doing this to protect his brother, his younger brother. Despite the situation between the two of them.' He let a sad sigh out.


"I wish it had not come to this, Lord Rory. You are a good man, one who would've been welcomed in the court of the Queen. You'll be missed." Aiden said the words not with brash arrogance but sincere regret. "Give us room." He commanded the traitors around him, looking at the dock as good a place as any to have the fight.


The Kingsguard turned to the ships. "Bring me my helmet." One of the Goldcloaks reluctantly descended from the ramp, a massive white wolf helm in hand. Aiden took it, holding it in his hands. His own white cape billowing in the wind, his stainless armor depicting him as a true paragon of knightly hood. "At your ready, Lord Rory Baratheon." The helmet fell on his head, fitting like a glove. He drew his sword but made no effort to advance, giving his opponent all the time in the world to prepare.


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The Riverlands


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Aerea lay by a small brook that belonged to The Gods Eye. She had washed her one hand of blood. Ser James' blood. She would've moved from her spot hours ago, but once she sat by the river- she couldn't move. She was so drained. I just want to get to a place where no harm will come of me.


Of course, Aerea wasn't really sure if such a place existed outside of fairy tales. Not even my dreams are safe. Aerea looked at her reflection in the river water. She looked like a mess. And she felt like one as well.


She put her hand in the red water and tried to rid it of her mirror image. She was done with seeing herself look like a prisoner. She was a free woman now, and she had to keep it that way.


No...


She froze when she heard it. Horses. She had to move, and do so swiftly. She scampered behind a shrub that was covered in such pretty coloured wildflowers.


She hid behind the bush for a while before moving further an' further into the woods that were to her back. She kept hearing noises. Talking, galloping, and the sound of steel leaving its scabbard.


She was trying to move as fast as she could, but Ser James' sword was slowing her down by a mile. I should of taken his dagger. Aerea realized that she had made an unwise decision. I would of if it wasn't caked with his... his blood...


She stopped.


Aerea could've sworn that she was being followed by a group of soldiers on horseback. Whether they were of House Whent or not. She wasn't only being plagued by soldiers, but also by paranoia.


Sometimes she'd hear a conversation like it was right next to her, yet there was no one there. Other times she could swear that she could hear a fight taking place nearby. She could hear the steel sing as sword hit against sword.


Yet, there was nothing.


The forest was silent, like a corpse. Ser James' corpse wasn't silent. He gagged on his blood as he lay dying. Aerea tried her best to not think of such things.


She couldn't think of Ser James, especially when she was in the midst of being hunted through the night.


She ran and ran. It felt as if she'd been running for days. Every time she felt fatigued, the weight of Ser James' sword would pull her to the ground and she would come face to face with grass and muck.


"Gods..."


I should just stop here for a while and-- and sleep.


Her eyes fluttered shut and before she knew it, she was slumbering.


When she awoke, she heard it again. Horses. She sat up and saw one, by a tree. There was a man in red sitting atop of the animal. "Shit." She whispered. Aerea crawled towards a group of grass and underbrush. She had to hide herself from the red man and his horse.


Surely he is not a Whent. He is wearing red, not black.


Aerea thought about revealing herself, but quickly dismissed the idea. She had to treat everyone as if they were her enemy. She couldn't stay hidden in the grass forever, so she decided it was time to get out of there.


She crawled in one direction. She was unaware whether it was north, or south, or whatever. She could hear running water so she assumed she was still close by to The Gods Eye, or at least the river that led to The Blackwater Rush. When she was far from the spot where she had slept, she realized something.


I left the sword there.


Aerea felt like a fool. She looked behind her and thought of going back. "No, I will be caught." She told herself as a light rain began. The rainwater hit against her and the flora she stood upon.


She felt the water on her skin and it gave her a sense of rejuvenation. It gave her a little bit of courage as well.


I'll find that place one day.


She walked some more, again in a direction she didn't know. I will end up back at Harrenhal if I don't find a map, or at least come across something familiar.


She looked at her surroundings and saw nothing but forest and more forest. Until she spotted something through the trees. A road. She thought to herself of when Maester Vladan thought her and her sisters the geography of The Riverlands.


Not just any road. The King's Road.


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William Thatcher


The Kingsroad - North of Kings landing

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Williams men rode just slightly behind him celebrating their victory and a job well done. With the constant fighting between houses occupying much of the larger lords time William and his men had seen a steady flow of small jobs that weren't important enough for any of the lords to spare men in order to help. Their most recent job involved tracking down and killing a group of bandits that were terrorizing a small town in the Vale. The job was easy and the pay was worthwhile so William couldn't refuse, but while all of his men were celebrating William couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The night before William heard a scream in the distance, not a scream of terror that someone lets out when they are being killed, but a gut wrenching scream that chilled William down to the bone. That same night William went out on watch and spotted a group of horses in the distance, it was dark and he couldn't tell where they were from but nothing about it felt normal.


William was brought back into reality by the sounds of his men laughing and taunting each other, he was amazed at how much his imagination ran wild sometimes. He joined the laughter and taunting as they traveled down the road, that is until a young girl ran right in front of him. She looked up at William and her eyes grew big, she turned to run from the group of knights but was barely able to walk let alone run. William looked at the strange girl, she looked thin and starving, she appeared to be shaking uncontrollably, and she had a bloody stump where her hand should be. After a moment William ordered to of his men to grab the girl and bring her with them, he had a feeling that this girl was more than what she appeared to be and he intended to find out who she was.


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King's Landing


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When he had retired to his room, he thought about a number of things. Mostly his brother, Cethann. I should treat him like I plan to treat Ser Albert. Varic lay on his bed. He had lived in The White Sword Tower for almost two years, yet he still felt like a foreigner when he was inside it.


As he lay on top of his sheets, he heard squabbling. Ser Kristoph and Ser Rodrik were arguing, it seemed. Maybe I am fooling myself? Most of us don't even act like brothers. Varic shut his eyes and sighed. But... brothers fight.


He knew what he needed to do. He had to find Cethann and- and-


And do what? Hug him and act like we do not hate one another? He'd laugh at that. And I wouldn't blame him for doing as much. Varic sat up and let a long yawn. He could still hear the commotion of Kristoph and Rodrik's argument.


"At least clean up the damn wine!" Varic could hear Ser Rodrik yell.


By the seven, I need to get out of this place.


Varic slid off his bed and fixed his hair in the small circle mirror that hung upon the wall. He made sure his armour was proper and then left. Before he left the tower, however, he walked back up to the common room wheres' he left his sword. A small puddle of purple wine glazed a part of the floor. He grabbed his sword and held it up. You'll get a name soon. I promise.


"It's simple, fool. You get a cloth and you... oh, I don't know... wipe the floor?" Rodrik yelled once more. Varic smirked slightly as he heard it. He knew Ser Kristoph would never listen.


When Varic walked out of White Sword Tower, he was met with a chill. It was a warm night, but, a windy one at that. He had his nameless sword sheathed. There were a few people still working. They would give Varic odd looks as he walked past 'em. He would only nod and smile.


Now where will I find him? Varic thought. Cethann could've been at many a place. Varic's first guess was at one of the gates. His second guess was The Street Of Silk. The latter seems more likely.


So Varic made his way there. He knew the way well. Not because he participated in the acts that took place there, but because Ser Gale would often get him to go there and collect one of his 'brothers'.


As he walked, he thought about Gale. He was currently at Casterly Rock with Ser Albert. There were only three Queensguard in King's Landing, currently. Kristoph, Rodrik, and I. Warren was away. Rodrik had said he was taking a short leave of absence so he could see his sickly mother. And Aiden- well, I don't think anyone knows where Aiden is.


He was greeted with a crowd of people when he entered The Street Of Silk. It was a mixture of men, and their whores. Many a whore approached him as he pushed through the noisy crowd.


"Looking for some fun?" A whore asked as she twirled her hair. Varic shook his head and moved on.


"You want me to polish your sword, m'lord?" Another one asked.


"Um- no. Thank you." Varic stuttered.


A few more approached and gave him offers of sex, but, Varic politely declined each and every one. As he neared the end of the pathway, he spotted a group of Gold Cloaks. "You three!" Varic shouted at them.


"Ah shit." One of them cursed. The trio laughed and downed their drinks. "Can I help you, ser?"


Varic gulped. "I was wondering if any of you had seen my brother."


"Yeah, yeah. He said something about Eel Alley."


Eel Alley?


"Thank you. Enjoy your night, men." Varic thanked the trio before he turned around and made for the exit of The Street Of Silk. He thought of sticking to the alleyways so he wouldn't be pestered by prostitutes, but he thought that wouldn't be wise. I wouldn't want to, er, disturb anyone.





Varic eventually found himself on Eel Alley. It was a wretched place. It smelled of piss and shit. King's Landing already smelled like that, but, the smell was especially strong here.


A few Gold Cloaks came out of a small tavern, laughing. Varic stopped to ask them, but they all just walked right by him. Varic was about to enter the tavern they had exited, to see if Cethann was inside it, but he heard something.


Fighting?


Varic quickly moved through the alleyway. He hid himself behind a shambling wall. When he peeked past it, he saw Cethann. What is going on here? Varic saw some Gold Cloaks with him, but he couldn't tell how many as they were behind a group of other men. And they had with them shields.


"Shit." Varic whispered to himself. He moved from the wall and re-approached the tavern he was just at. The group of five, or six, Gold Cloaks that had ignored him were a lil' further up the alley.


"HEY!" Varic called.


They didn't respond, once again. They just laughed and talked.


"HEY! YOU BASTARDS!"


This time they stopped. They all looked at Varic as if he had a second head. "Who you callin' bastard, eh?" One of them asked as they drew their sword.


"You. Now will you all get over here and help your captain?" Varic said, in a hushed tone. He had been shouting too much, and he didn't want to alert those who were fighting Cethann.


"Cethann? Is he in trouble, or som-"


"Yes. Now move."


The Gold Cloaks lingered for a single second before they ran towards Varic. Altogether, the six of 'em ran back to the part of the alley in which Cethann was trapped...


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"No. LET ME GO!" She screamed. Aerea could feel them grab her. Several pairs of arms pulled her. All she could possibly do was try and run. I am sick of running. "Be calm, m'lady." One of her captors cooed. She didn't listen. "LET GO! LET GO! LET GO!" She screamed. Soon, a hand covered her lips.


She tried to gnaw at the hand's fingers, and she did. She bit a thumb and it drew red. There was a strong taste of blood on her tongue. "Please..."


She begged. They'll bring me back to Harrenhal and see what I did to their beloved Ser James. Aerea shook her head. She tried moving her legs some more, but instead of running- she fell. Her face slammed against the dirt road.


Lady Maeve will have me starved and stabbed.


"Keep her steady." A voice said.


"The bitch bit my hand!" Another voice spoke. So many voices, unknown to her ears, were speaking all at once. She couldn't take it. She extended her good arm and tried to crawl away. But, they would not let her.


"Please, just let me go. I don't want to go back to Harrenhal." Aerea's eyes shut. "I'll die if I go back..."


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Storm's End, The Stormlands


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"Who approaches?" A gate guard growled. Can he not read the bloody sigil? "Her lady, Keila, of House Estermont." She called from her horse. Keila Estermont had a host of twenty men with her.


"Sorry!?" The guard yelled.


I mean, it is a turtle. Who else in The Seven Kingdoms has a turtle?


"Lady Keila Estermont. ESTERMONT."


"Oh. You may come through, m'lady." He said. The gate to Storm's End slowly opened and Keila readied her horse. Well, there is House Tudbury, but...


"My lady?" Ser Ryon spoke. The gates were open and her host of men were waiting. She nodded at Ser Ryon and reined her horse. She entered the overly large courtyard of Storm's End, her men by her back. She got off her horse once she got to the middle of the yard. A scruffy young boy came over to care for him. Keila petted Vain's mane. Ser Ryon rode up beside her and he, himself, got off his own horse.


"This place was a lot cleaner last time I was here." He said as his steed was led away by another stable-boy. "It hasn't been in its best shape since Ser Osmund passed." Keila said, quietly.


Keila slid her hands from her riding gloves and then used one of her hands to fix her hair. There was a slight breeze, so her hair didn't stay in place for long. The air was rejuvenating, though. It felt so clean, and pure.


Her entire host was in the yard now, and the gates closed behind them. An envoy, wearing yellow and grey, approached Keila as her men gathered around.


"I assume you're here for the call of the banners, my lady?" The envoy said sweetly as he held his hands behind his back.


Keila nodded. "We are. Would you mind telling Lord Braedon that we've arrived?"


"Of course, my lady. I will go do so now. If you'd kindly wait here." The envoy smiled at Ser Ryon and her, before he fled off. Keila sighed and looked at Ser Ryon. He shrugged.


"I hope we haven't arrived lately." Keila said, sarcastically. She looked around the yard and could only see a few banners that didn't belong to House Baratheon.


I expected the entirety of The Stormlands to be here.


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Dolar Umber
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Dolar's horse slowed the gallop as Tadhg noticed the man approaching, and greeted Dolar with a half-sincere and half-joked apology, "Aye, sorry are ye'?" Dolar asked in mock surprise, before his smile brigteed all the more, "All the Gods combined can't keep Dolar Umber from House Stark's side, as much as you wished you'd escape the North without me, you're cursed to suffer. Hah!" Dolar commented jovially, his horse now walking in-pace with Tadhg's own at the head of the Stark Host.





"It's bloody good to see you again, my Lord, though you look a bit fatter than last time." The Lord of Last Hearth followed with cheerily, "I won't lie, it's been too long, I've gone decrepit, and old, wasting my days away in books, It'll be good to get on the field once more, I'm not the man I was." he said in a solemn tone, now more serious, as the sound of marching continued to echo miles across the land, there was a peace Dolar found in merely marching, whether it be on foot or horseback, the calm before the storm, as it were, it wasn't the battle that fueled him; but the journey there.


"And you, Lord Stark, how have the years treated you, how are the family?" He asked, now taking the opportunity to catch up with the only man in the world he dared call a friend, and when marching to war, there's a chance that you won't come back, and more than that, your friends won't come back. A haunting thought, undoubtedly. He preferred not to think of the families of those lost in such brutal times.


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Storm's End

Rory Baratheon
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Rory turned to face his declared opponent, ignoring all thoughts of Braedon, his stone mask of a face peered at Aiden for several long moments, analyzing him, only interrupted by the words the Lone Wolf spoke, words that caused the Stag to see the brazen wolf in more respect. As Rory was not accustomed to receiving it, he merely nodded slightly, perhaps he was too quick to judge the stark earlier, alas what did it matter now? Soon, he would be free of life. Yet even so, Rory's adamant stare faltered ever so slightly, perhaps he had choose the wrong side, perhaps he should have pledged allegiance to Kuvira, had he known his brother was so vile, he would have done so.





Yet Rory's impulse had now cost him that option. He was a fool, he would be stuck in this alliance should the Lone Wolf fall, but he was honourbound to now fight in Braedon's stead. 'Were it I was fighting Braedon...' Rory thought, he held no love for his brother, and questioned his motivations in fighting his battle. He would have been wiser to sail with the Stark back to the Queen...


Rory took a breath and peered to the Galley he had sailed here in, his hand held up, as the Ship Captain and a Ship Mate jogged over, sword, shield and helmet in hands. First, he took the Winged greathelm, it's mark an unusual thing. Were he on a field of battle, most would mistake him for a Targaryen, as the wings signal the dragon. Yet he had always preferred the helmet, 'Dragonstone' was his home, so it seemed fitting. Once he held the Stormlands once more, Rory doubted if he would part with it. He was known as the Raging Stag, as a Baratheon, yet he had never felt as such. An Antlered Helmet would ill-suit him. No, he would keep the Winged helmet.


Then the sword, it was a fine blade, sharpened and of good quality, but Rory was not a man of exceptional skill, his power was his strength, and Queensguard plate was tough. "Not the sword, bring me the hammer." Rory commanded, placing the Winged Dragon Helmet upon his head, as the Stark raised his sword. Several tense seconds later, his weapon was in hand. A great unwieldy warhammer, its weight great, yet Rory could wield it. He had trained to wield it. It was not a graceful weapon, like the skilled swordsmen of the realm, it was a powerful weapon. It suited him well.


"I wish you good fortune, Ser Stark, to die a knight in the service of your Queen is a fine death." Rory said in a monotone voice, he held no ill will against the man, not now, he respected him in fact, even, moreso than his brother. Yet one of them had to die, and it would not be Rory. His shield raised, and warhammer held tightly to his side, Rory waited for Aiden to make a move to signal the beginning of the end, for one of them.


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"No. LET ME GO!" She screamed. Aerea could feel them grab her. Several pairs of arms pulled her. All she could possibly do was try and run. I am sick of running. "Be calm, m'lady." One of her captors cooed. She didn't listen. "LET GO! LET GO! LET GO!" She screamed. Soon, a hand covered her lips.


She tried to gnaw at the hand's fingers, and she did. She bit a thumb and it drew red. There was a strong taste of blood on her tongue. "Please..."


She begged. They'll bring me back to Harrenhal and see what I did to their beloved Ser James. Aerea shook her head. She tried moving her legs some more, but instead of running- she fell. Her face slammed against the dirt road.


Lady Maeve will have me starved and stabbed.


"Keep her steady." A voice said.


"The bitch bit my hand!" Another voice spoke. So many voices, unknown to her ears, were speaking all at once. She couldn't take it. She extended her good arm and tried to crawl away. But, they would not let her.


"Please, just let me go. I don't want to go back to Harrenhal." Aerea's eyes shut. "I'll die if I go back..."


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William Thatcher


The Kingsroad



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Everything happened so fast, his men grabbed the frightened girl and put her into the ground, one of them was bitten by the girl and reached for his sword before William stopped him.


"Enough!" William shouted at his men "She's hurt and scared of course she's going to try and fight, don't act like it hurt." William motioned for his men to move away from the girl, he could hear her begging. As he got closer he heard the words more clearly.


"Please, just let me go. I don't want to go back to Harrenhal. I'll die if I go back..."


Harrenhal? Why would she be talking about Harrenhal?


William placed his hand on the girls head and brushed her hair gently and started to gently shush the frightened girl.


"Shhhhh... it's okay, we won't hurt you." He whispered. He looked up at his now silent men "Keep watch, whoever she's running from may not be far behind." The men nodded and began scanning the area for any movement.


William turned his attention back to the girl "I know you're scared but we have to keep moving, I swear that no one will hurt you if you come with us."


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Storm's End


The Lone Wolf
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The sight of the mighty hammer and shield took Aiden back, making him wish more for his own axe. He was fine with a sword, better than most in the realm, but his true calling was always the axe. 'And now an axe seems all the more appealing.' He hadn't expected a Southron to be so brutish. But if Rory Baratheon hoped to intimidate him, he'd be in for a surprise. 'When you're cousin is Ravenna, there's little left in the world to catch you off guard.' He didn't smile outwardly, but the thoughts of Rory as Aiden stared at him, victory still assured in his eyes, did.


The man deserved a good death, Aiden thought, and a good death was what he'd give him. Braedon Baratheon would be put to the sword afterwards, and then posthumously, Aiden would request of the queen to name Rory the lord of Storm's End. The whole Kingdom knew of their estranged relationship, albeit Aiden cared little for gossip. He liked the Baratheon's well enough from his youth, and pushing away the negative relationship Osmund had with his heir was easy then, but harder now.


His grey eyes burrowed into Rory's head. "For the Queen." The Wolf helm, over sized as it was, didn't slow the Stark down a second. He had trained for fights like these religiously, a lone wolf he may be, but he was a lone wolf capable of devouring the largest of elk and stag. He moved slowly at first, stepping in a circular pattern to the left side of Rory Baratheon. His weapon wasn't unlike Aiden's favorite tool, nor would Rory's fighting style differ too much from that favored in the North. The Lone Wolf didn't take his eyes off of the hammer as he began to close on, getting dangerously near to striking distant. He feigned a charge forward once, and let the tip of his blade get as close as it could, before pulling back. Hoping to stir the man into action.


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"No." Aerea persisted. "They'll find me. It doesn't matter where we go. I killed him, and they're going to want revenge. They want to destroy my dynasty..."


Her eyes opened and she stared at the man who was saying she should keep calm. She was panting heavily, and out of breath. He wasn't wearing anything that had a 'bat' on it. Maybe he isn't of House Whent. "Please don't hurt me." She said, in a raspy voice. She could feel her bandaged stump becoming wet with blood. She must've hit it against the ground when she fell, thus opening up the wound.


Aerea was exhausted and frightened. Yet she didn't see a shred of villainy in the man's eyes. Can I put my trust in him for the time being? She thought.


"If you get me out of here, I'll make sure you and your men are paid handsomely. Please."


@Ser Davos Seaworth


 

Storm's End


Rory Baratheon
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'For the Queen.'


There it was, a howl from a wolf. A battle cry, it had begun, Rory's whole body tensed, as adrenaline began to take hold of his body, one of them would die today. The fight was slow, at first, with the duo merely circling each other, each man watching the other, and Aedan was the first to move - his blade lashing out in a motion for a stab, and Rory thrust his shield forward, bashing the bade to the left with strength, yet not so much as to expose himself, before in one great stride forward the warhammer swept from the side in one heavy strike, Rory's aim was to cripple Aiden's shield arm, the pain would surely stun the Lone Wolf, and with a single arm to use the fight would be over before it began.


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"No." Aerea persisted. "They'll find me. It doesn't matter where we go. I killed him, and they're going to want revenge. They want to destroy my dynasty..."


Her eyes opened and she stared at the man who was saying she should keep calm. She was panting heavily, and out of breath. He wasn't wearing anything that had a 'bat' on it. Maybe he isn't of House Whent. "Please don't hurt me." She said, in a raspy voice. She could feel her bandaged stump becoming wet with blood. She must've hit it against the ground when she fell, thus opening up the wound.


Aerea was exhausted and frightened. Yet she didn't see a shred of villainy in the man's eyes. Can I put my trust in him for the time being? She thought.


"If you get me out of here, I'll make sure you and your men are paid handsomely. Please."


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William Thatcher


The Kingsroad
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Dynasty? Paid handsomely? Who is this girl?


William looked at his men, a few of them stared back at him with confused looks "Alright little lady, you have yourself a deal," William slid his arm under the girl and hoisted her up over his shoulder with little effort.


So light, she mush be starving


William whistled at his men to let them know they were moving out, he placed the girl gently on the back of his horse and climbed on, "Hold on tight girl, I wouldn't want you to fall."


William took note of the girls bloody stump, he needed to patch that up as soon as they were a safe distance away. After a few minutes of riding William realized that he had no idea who this girl was, and she didn't know him. As he spoke to the girl he handed her a pouch of water after noting how hoarse her voice was earlier.


"My name is William by the way, William Thatcher."


He was curious if this girl would give him him her real name or not, she looked afraid and William was eager to find out why.


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Tiber Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Tiber Lannister hear a voice and looked over at the approaching pale woman. For the slimmest of moments, so focused was he on speaking with Lady Barba that he couldn't process what Haelga Greyjoy had said. Then, as his mind unfroze, the Merry Lion gave a welcoming smile to the Kraken of the Lonely Lights and a quick bow. Introducing the two, Tiber waved a hand between the two women. "Lady Haelga, have you met Lady Barba Tully yet? Wife of Lord Walder Tully of Riverrun. Regent of the Riverlands. Lady Barba, Lady Haelga Greyjoy, Kraken of the Lonely Lights." Anticipating any objections to the Ironborn's presence, Tiber quickly added. "Lady Haelga is here as a guest. She has very different views than her compatriots and she hopes to change the Iron Islands for the better. Despite the recent attacks, I refuse to stoop to those raiders' level and kill or rape any Ironborns on sight, especially on my wedding festival. No offence my lady." He gave a nod to Lady Haelga. "I understand some of my other men and vassals have different opinions on the matter. Seven hells, some of my own blood would want her dead on sight, but she came in peace, and I will not be the first to break the peace."


Turning to Haelga to address her words now, the Lord of Casterly Rock racked his brain on what these "fireworks" were. He vaguely remember them as some sort of package that, when ignited, gave off an explosion, not dissimilar to wildfire. However, these were recreational works rather than weapons of war, or as some would even go so far as to call them demonic weapons. Still, he had to be cautious. Turning to the Kraken, the Warden of the West spoke. "I trust your men will safely handle these 'fireworks?' If so, please sail out of the Lannister port area, clear of the bay, and launch them there. With the height of this castle, we should be able to see them clearly. Perhaps two nights from now? We'll likely have the wedding ceremony then." He hoped he was correct in both that they'll see them, as well as be far from danger. The Merry Lion had never actually seen fireworks before in his life, and, while a part of him was cautious and nervous about how this would go down, a part of him also looked forward to experiencing something new.


"As for our previous conversation, please feel free to ask for me whenever you wish to talk. Aside from hosting the events and the actual ceremony, I'll be more than happy to finish that talk of ours. I do hope you and yours are enjoying the festival while you're here at the Rock. I understand you came under unpleasant circumstances, but I hope that you can at least enjoy yourselves while you're here." Turning back to Lady Barba, Tiber continued to smile. "As I was saying Lady Barba, please excuse my tardy welcome to House Tully. I would not have delayed this were not for the truly pressing matters in regards to the wedding and House Lannister that required my attention."


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Storm's End


The Lone Wolf
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Aiden was quick on his feet, and when he saw the war hammer descend, he moved backwards. His feet were caught on the white cape he wore, but it was not enough to stall the Stark knight. He evaded the hammer with feet between himself and the object. There was a smile on Stark's face, hidden under the Wolf-helm. He hoped Lord Rory would be careful and choose his next blows carefully. A lone wolf might not be able to kill a great stag outright, but the wolf was clever whereas the stag was dull. Aiden back peddled further more, looking back to Rory. In a display meant to call his enemy forward, Aiden banged his blade against his shield, making a horrible noise as the metal clanged together. No words were needed between them, not at this point. Only actions.


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