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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 11:48:57 GMT -5
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After his walk through the city Benjen decided to go speak with his father. Unbuckling his longsword he changed into clothes more fitting of his position and made his way to King Terrence's rooms.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 11:55:21 GMT -5
He finds his father playing a lute softly, humming something to himself. He sees his son enter and beckons him to have a seat. "How are you, son?'
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 12:03:44 GMT -5
"Alright, father; a little tired," Benjen replied, entering the room and taking a seat. He leaned back and stretched his arms. "A new song?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 12:09:04 GMT -5
'Newer, at least. Mostly I am just...relaxing. For a change." He puts the instrument down and pours a cup of water. "The next month or so will probably be the opposite of that, I am afraid."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 12:17:33 GMT -5
"You are right, but what can we do? Fortunate enough to be born into this position, we must carry the burdens of rulership." Benjen mused on that. Had he read that in Maester Theo's The Governing of Land or Lord Rickon's Of Rulership? He couldn't remember.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 12:22:16 GMT -5
"So you did study. Some had wondered." King Terrence chuckles then, looking far more a man in his early thirties than a man past forty now. His short brown hair still has no trace of grey, and while never famed for his skills at war, he is athletic and trim, and widely regarded as the finest horseman in the Riverlands. "This will be the largest gathering in over a century, Ben; at least the largest since Rhaegar Targaryen died." He leaves the other, more discussed issue, unspoken for now. "Are you ready for the tourney?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 12:24:58 GMT -5
"As ready as I'll ever be," He replied, ignoring the comment about his studiousness. Benjen took learning seriously. "I'm no ace with the lance but should I get the chance to prove myself in the melee I shall do so. I've had the smith forge me a special sword weighted to me. Blunted, of course," He added with a grin.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 12:38:10 GMT -5
"Good. It would do well for the other kingdoms to see what sort of man their northern prince is. And no Stark needs to use a lance; silly things." He drank the water and leaned back in his own chair. "Your mother is dead set on you marrying one of King Lannister's girls."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 12:47:52 GMT -5
"The Lannister girls?" Benjen asked, only slight distaste in his voice. From what he'd heard Lannisters were spoiled brats. "I guess it would be a fitting match, a princess for a prince. What are your thoughts?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 12:52:57 GMT -5
"I said your mother was set on it. I am not sold on the idea. The Lannisport one, Meghan, her I've met. A...queenly woman as it were. The princesses? I am not sure it would have as big an impact as your dear mother thinks. Kyle Lannister is not a man to let emotion sway him, unless it's anger. Although," he comments, pouring them both a strong black ale, "she does have two more ideas in that regard than you have given me."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 12:56:37 GMT -5
Benjen takes a long sip of his ale. "Personally I would prefer a woman from the North; perhaps Catherine Mallister, or maybe Ella Stark. Though I do hear good things about Theresa Redfort as well."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 13:21:42 GMT -5
"All good choices." Terrence nods in approval. "Good to know your eyes, at least, have been doing their homework."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 13:24:18 GMT -5
"You would think I would have grown sick about comments like that, but they still amuse me," Benjen replied, setting his mug down. "At least you never forced me into a marriage. I'll be grateful for that."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 13:29:11 GMT -5
'I'm not sure that I am. They whisper, you know. Our enemies, and our friends. Our friends, most of all. Wondering whether perhaps the King Wolf is too weak to be the head of his own pack. Kings do not have friends, son. Do not forget." He finished the mug and set it down. "And winter is always coming.'
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 13:34:23 GMT -5
"Then we will just have to show them that their whispers are naught but weak guesses," Benjen replied, his tone becoming more serious. "I shall enter the winter with a wife, father, of that I will assure you. What of Meera and Delila? They are of marrying age."
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