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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 9:53:43 GMT -5
"To whom?" Terrence leaned back and sighed. "That is a king's job. The responsibility is mine. Ser Hollis defended your actions to King Kyle, and Nina Martell as well." He suddenly thinks of something. "By the way, your friend Amelia and Catherine Mallister were found. Apparently Catherine helped rescue her and some Hightower girl." His eyes get dark. "That means this was all planned, Benjen. There is a dark heart behind all of this."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 12, 2012 9:56:11 GMT -5
"Ser Hollis...?" Benjen asked, slightly astounded. "The last I saw of him he promised to kill me..." He sighed in relief when he heard about Amelia and Catherine. "I need to talk to the girls as soon as possible. Who would have done such a thing? I get the terrible feeling that... the man I... killed... that he wasn't behind this..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 10:01:44 GMT -5
King Terrence sighed. "Ser Hollis can accept that what you did was necessary. But he will never forgive you for Meghan dying, I fear. The girls are in the other room; they won't be leaving for a good while, I don't think." He frowned. "Malryas Bolton agrees with you."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 12, 2012 10:05:44 GMT -5
Benjen shakes his head, begins to pace across the room. "And how did Bolton not know? Damn it, whoever is behind this is going to pay!" He stands still. "I assume the tourney is off? No one in their right mind would continue the festivities following this tragedy."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 10:11:57 GMT -5
"Delayed at the least. The more we let it influence the schedule though, the worse the word getting out. If we show whoever was behind this that he cannot destroy our resolve towards peace, well, he may be less inclined to try such a show of force." The king pours himself a glass of wine, quite early, and drains it. "Malryas Bolton, Jackson Snow, and four of his men confronted a man attempting to flee the Keep sometime before our battle. He slew three of them, wounded Snow, and left his blade stuck in Malryas's shoulder before running off with whatever he'd tried to gain. He was dressed as a Dornish guard."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 12, 2012 10:16:30 GMT -5
"Killed three and wounded Snow?" Benjen asked, equal parts impressed and terrified. "Who are we dealing with here!?" He begins to pace again. "You are right though, about the tourney. We have to show that we are strong." He shakes his head. "I won't be competing in the melee however. Too easy for some knight bent on revenge to kill me."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 10:21:23 GMT -5
"No, you will not." Terrence agrees. "This opponent is neither to be taken lightly nor forgotten, but he cannot be allowed to run our lives. We are moving the majority of the nobility into the keep, space concerns be damned, and Lord Corbray has taken command of our forces for the time being. It is too personal for Ser Justin. Now, do what you need to do. Enjoy the company of your friends, and feel some relief. It is over for now." Even Terrence can't bring himself to just say 'it's over'.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 12, 2012 13:00:00 GMT -5
Benjen nodded. "I will speak with Ami and Catherine," He said, giving his father a thankful look before heading next door where the girls were.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 13:07:39 GMT -5
Catherine is sitting at the window overlooking the infamous courtyard, wrapped in a warm silver-colored blanket, her chestnut hair blowing in the wind. She is shivering despite what must be an intensely warm covering, and takes no notice of his entering the room.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 12, 2012 18:33:42 GMT -5
"Catherine," Benjen said, quietly closing the door behind him. Amelia was sleeping, tightly rolled up in blankets.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 18:41:09 GMT -5
Catherine just keeps humming along, staring down at the courtyard. The wind blows a little harder, then dies down for a few moments. "What happened? I can't believe...i'm the one asking that after my night."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 12, 2012 18:48:12 GMT -5
Benjen stayed close to the door, not feeling comfortable enough to approach the girl yet. "I... had to make a decision. The life of many outweigh the life of one." He had trouble believing that every other minute, his mind still numb with what had happened.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 18:55:44 GMT -5
"Hm." She rises and pulls the window closed, then sits down on the floor, back against the wall. "You don't sound very confident in that." Her tone is neither teasing nor insulting nor even challenging. It is resigned. "I had to make choices, too." Benjen suddenly notes there is still dried blood on the parts of her dress sticking out from under the blankets.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 12, 2012 19:04:11 GMT -5
Benjen nods, understanding. "I keep struggling with the thought of whether I made the right choice," He says quietly, so as not to disturb Ami... or himself. "You should maybe... put on a new dress."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 19:06:15 GMT -5
"Hands shake too badly when I try. Better this way for now." Catherine looks up at him. "You made the right choice. I made the right choice."
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