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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 17, 2015 15:31:25 GMT -5
"No, you are right," Benjen responded, looking up at Joanna. "I will be taking King's Landing with men of the North, of the Vale and the Riverlands. Men of the West and of the Reach. Men of the Kingslands. And men from beyond the wall who command mammoths and giants."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 17, 2015 15:36:56 GMT -5
Joanna figured that reminding her husband that giants and mammoths only existed in old wives' tales would have hurt his delicate feelings, so she kept that thought to herself. "Very well," she said, rather dryly. "If you must."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 17, 2015 15:59:29 GMT -5
"I must," Benjen answered, finding himself a drink. "How was Eddard's Rest in my absence?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 15:03:31 GMT -5
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While Don Quixote speaks to his bride, a man enters with a note. "Lord Malik has attacked the Neck, your grace...es," he says. "The Reeds are appealing for aid."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 19, 2015 15:10:16 GMT -5
"Malik Greyjoy?!" Benjen asked, wheeling around. "Gods damn it!" He thought hard for a moment. "Fine, it seems not even the Gods want me to go to the Wall. I will deal with the thread myself."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 15:11:26 GMT -5
The man nods and leaves swiftly.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 19, 2015 15:26:10 GMT -5
Benjen knew that to deal with assholes like Malik Greyjoy he would need to send someone as vicious - He sends word that Durand Coldwater is to come North to deal with Greyjoy. Benjen himself would soon return to his host.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 21, 2015 22:19:05 GMT -5
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Benjen swiftly made his way to his wife's rooms after arriving at Eddard's Rest.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 22, 2015 8:49:30 GMT -5
Joanna was sitting in the armchair directly in front of the fireplace, looking as if she hadn't slept in a while. Or maybe as if she'd slept for days, it was difficult to tell. Her eyes seemed a little red-rimmed, still.
She didn't even notice Benjen entering the solar as she was busy ripping out pages of a thick tome one by one, slowly and meticulously feeding them into the fire. The book itself was white and heavy, with a seven-pointed star on its cover, sent to her recently by the religious serial killers going by the names of The Seven.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 22, 2015 9:16:51 GMT -5
From the evidence before him, news had already reached his wife that her brother was dead. He hadn't wanted to come back, having only just arrived back at the host, but various voices in his sleep had told him to ride back. Seems like the gods meddled with him wherever he was.
Without saying anything, Benjen went to sit down beside her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 22, 2015 9:28:24 GMT -5
She was startled by his touch, even though she'd kind of sensed he was there by now. She looked at him for a moment and returned to destroying the book. "You came back for this?" she asked, staring at the flames and sounding.. moved? It was clearly a rhetorical question though, and after a little while, she scoffed. "I live and he doesn't. This is how you really know the gods are full of shit."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 22, 2015 9:45:19 GMT -5
"That's what I thought after King's Landing, after all those brave men there died," Benjen said, giving her shoulder a little squeeze. "The gods don't really care who they take, so long as it's someone. It isn't fair."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 22, 2015 9:54:07 GMT -5
Joanna didn't have a reply to that. She would have gladly let just as many 'brave men' die if it meant getting her brother back. "I want to go to his funeral," she said quietly.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 22, 2015 9:58:42 GMT -5
Benjen nodded, taking Joanna's hand and holding it. "I won't stop you from going. I would join you, if I didn't have to return to the army."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 22, 2015 10:00:57 GMT -5
Joanna allowed him the smallest of smiles. He meant well. "Have you heard about the other thing?" she inquired.
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