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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 5, 2015 17:36:38 GMT -5
"Go raze Dorne as per this plan and leave the Reach for me and Redwyne to deal with," said Jaymes, making great effort to maintain a neutral expression.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 5, 2015 17:42:44 GMT -5
"We are not dogs on a leash, to be told where we are allowed to strike and where we are not." he replied. "Neither you nor Redwyne have ships fit to sail the Mander. We do. That the situation has progressed as far as it has clearly shows you are unfit to handle it alone. I offer friendship and aid, which it seems the West sees fit to spit in our face."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 17:45:51 GMT -5
Quentyn turned to Killion. "Let the Tyrells beat them bloody for a bit. Then the Lord Coincounter of Lannisport," He pointed a thumb at Jaymes, "can come beg us for our help, and we'll take what we want."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 5, 2015 17:46:35 GMT -5
"Prince Killion, need I remind you where you are and who you are speaking with?" Benjen spoke up, placing himself in front of the Ironborn. "Lord Jaymes is an ally by marriage and I will not have you insulting him in this castle or anywhere else."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 5, 2015 17:51:08 GMT -5
"I have a better idea," said Jaymes, fuming. "Instead of getting anything, you two can go fuck yourselves. Then perhaps later you can explain to your father how your poor manners cost you a ridiculously good deal with the North."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 5, 2015 18:07:45 GMT -5
"The last I checked, we were the ones being insulted." Killion reminded, eying Jaymes after his outburst, taking a breath before proceeding. "I offered friendship with the West and was rebuffed. I offered to bring their rebel lords to heel with the blood of my people and was called brigand. I offered my brother to seal an alliance with the Goldlands and have been treated with contempt."
"The situation is quite simple. I require an alliance with the West to leave Lord Redwyne's fleet unmolested. I will not leave a fleet of that size, enemy or neutral, between the Iron Fleet and the Iron Islands. I attempt to assuage your tendency to distrust my people and you offer nothing to assuage my distrust of the Arbor. I will have an alliance with the West and help bring Tyrell and Dayne to heel or I will be forced to treat the Arbor Fleet as a threat. The terms of that can be negotiated but there is no grey area. Everyone who is not an ally, is prey."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 5, 2015 18:14:13 GMT -5
King Terrence finally snaps. "Who the FUCK is this man?!" he yells, pointing at Cleftjaw. "I tell you, COMMAND you, in my own gods-damned land, to act like negotiators, and this is what I receive in return.. You just attended a double wedding celebrating the strength and enduring nature of the North and West's alliance, and this is a response." He shakes his head. "No. No." He walks to Benjen, takes off his gauntlet, and throws it to the two Ironborn lords. "This is the only gift you receive from the North now. Leave. In seventy two hours all Ironborn men in the kingdom of the north are persona non grata, and all able bodied citizens are required to capture or kill them, if able. Leave to your scummy holes, your slave-infested ships, your gods-damned useless mines, and your goatfaced fucking women. I will treat with King Euric when he is sucking my naked cock, and not a second before." He smiles then. "Have I made myself clear?"
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 5, 2015 18:15:26 GMT -5
"Then perhaps you should have thought of that before treating me to your plethora of insults," said Jaymes. "Good luck with your endeavours." With that, he turned on spot and walked out of the solar to see a man about a horse. Sadly, he missed King Terrence's eloquent outburst.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 18:45:39 GMT -5
Quentyn's eyes went wide when the king first began, but he managed to bring his face under control.
"Quentyn. The Cleftjaw. Lord of the Flint Cliffs." He replied, standing. "In response to Your Grace's first question. In response to your second, yes, quite." He turned to Killion. "We should be off, Prince Killion. It seems the North is more worried about hurt feelings than winning wars."
He stooped to pick up the gauntlet and walked out the door.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 5, 2015 18:47:59 GMT -5
"You needed this alliance, Lockjaw," Terrence says to them as they leave. "Euric's never sent emissaries so blatantly rude before. And one of the previous tried to fuck my daughter." He grins as he hears the man's title. "Kalvin's Finger, you mean."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 5, 2015 21:14:04 GMT -5
Killion sat stunned as the alliance that had already been agreed upon was reduced to tatters due to two squabbling lords, looking to his fellow prince in hopes they could rein in Lord Jaymes and Quentyn. At Terrence's words however, he knew there was nothing left to salvage. Any well-meaning upon his features was swept away, replaced with a flood of cold rage. He was done playing a diplomat for these milkdrinkers.
"You needed it far more, Your Grace." he seethed, standing. "Not for yourself, but for the sake of your daughter and her husband's reign. When the sea washes over their walls, know with a heavy heart that it was your wedding present to her."
He turned on his heel and departed.
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