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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 24, 2015 18:24:49 GMT -5
Where the princess stayed during the wedding.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 24, 2015 18:25:51 GMT -5
Benjen made his way to his sister's chambers after she had stormed off from the king's room. "Robyn, are you here?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 18:27:37 GMT -5
"No," She said, she was sitting on the window ledge, legs hanging off the other side, looking out across the lands. "Go Away"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 24, 2015 18:29:22 GMT -5
Benjen suppressed an eye roll and entered. "Sister, I am going to speak with the dornishmen now. I want you to come with me."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 18:30:04 GMT -5
"We don't always get what we want, brother" Robyn said, not looking at him.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 24, 2015 18:38:34 GMT -5
"No, we don't, but in this you don't have a choice," Benjen responded, his voice much firmer than it usually was with his sister. "Sister, over the last year and a half I have fought mountain men in the Vale, Ironborn in the north, Lannisters in the Riverrlands and sorcerors on the Isle of Faces. Then I had to go back to the Vale and deal with the traitor Grafton. I have had to sue for peace with our former enemies only to see that peace almost shattered when the King of the Goldlands was shot by my own bannerlord. My wife and daughter were slain by Harrys Snow, countless of my friends lay dead and our sister is in the hands of the most ruthless man in Westeros. Adding to that, I am about to be married to seal the peace that was almost ruined."
His expression softened a little, though his voice did not. "The last thing I need right now is to deal with the fallout of you not being able to deal with the consequences of your actions. You're a princes, so act like it."
He sighed and looked away. "I wanted none of this, and I don't like having to be like this. To say these things. But I have to."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 18:52:17 GMT -5
"No, we don't, but in this you don't have a choice," Benjen responded, his voice much firmer than it usually was with his sister. "Sister, over the last year and a half I have fought mountain men in the Vale, Ironborn in the north, Lannisters in the Riverrlands and sorcerors on the Isle of Faces. Then I had to go back to the Vale and deal with the traitor Grafton. I have had to sue for peace with our former enemies only to see that peace almost shattered when the King of the Goldlands was shot by my own bannerlord. My wife and daughter were slain by Harrys Snow, countless of my friends lay dead and our sister is in the hands of the most ruthless man in Westeros. Adding to that, I am about to be married to seal the peace that was almost ruined." His expression softened a little, though his voice did not. "The last thing I need right now is to deal with the fallout of you not being able to deal with the consequences of your actions. You're a princes, so act like it." He sighed and looked away. "I wanted none of this, and I don't like having to be like this. To say these things. But I have to." Robyn was stunned silent for a second, "'Your reaction was understandable, Robyn'" she quoted him in a voice so quiet he could barely hear it. She turned so she was sitting sideways in the window looking at the wall now. "Well thank you for that concise recap of all your recent exploits," she said, as if he thought she did not know them, "I really am sorry for you Benjen. All I am hearing is how all of this affects you, You did this, you did that, you lost this, now the last thing you need is for me to, what, act contrite. You did not seem so disapproving before you knew they were envoys. I did not know, not that it would matter. If they really had any kind of peaceful intentions, do you think they would have spoken or acted thus?" She paused and then gave a half laugh, "Oh, no of course you don't know what they said, what they did or any of it. You and the King are not the only ones hurting. I told him when he knew he had to get Meera out of Dorne, it would be too late, and now look. I even offered to go." She looked at him looking away from her, "Why are you looking so sad? This isn't about you." |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 24, 2015 19:05:48 GMT -5
"Robyn, you are my dearest sister and I love you, but you are acting like a petulant child. If you had gone to rescue Meera you would both be prisoners of Bryce Dayne right now. I don't give a shit for the lives of those dornishmen and frankly, if it were up to me, I would have their heads on a spike. Yes, I understood exactly why you acted like you did, but it was not the right response." He flexed his fingers, having been unaware his hands had been in a fist.
"This is not about me, or you, or even Meera. This is about the kingdom. How do you think it reflects on house Stark when one of the royal princesses gets into a fight with messengers from Dorne in front of gods know how many people waiting for a wedding? You made a mistake, so admit that. I learned long ago that, being a Stark, I cannot do what I want or be who I want. It seems you haven't. I am sorry you are hurting, but we need to stick together through this. Deal with the problems togther." He turned to the door. "If you want to help, come with me now."
With that he made his way out of the door, leaving it to his sister to decide whether to come with him or not.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 19:15:07 GMT -5
Robyn was still upset that everyone seemed to be acting as if she had walked up to the daynes and just attacked them,
She got up from the window and laid down on the bed, screaming into the straw mattress before getting up and following Benjen out the door.
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Karyl Crowl
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 24, 2015 20:12:31 GMT -5
Crowl knocks at the door to Princess Robyn's chambers somewhat roughly, the longer the knocking goes on the more likely it seems the door will either break or start crying.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 20:20:21 GMT -5
By the... strength of the knocking, Robyn could only assume they were being attacked or some other kind of Emergency. She was more comfortable now, in a loose fitting grey shirt that was currently off one shoulder and an old pair of trousers.
She opened the door just in time before it came off of it's hinges.
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Karyl Crowl
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 24, 2015 20:36:40 GMT -5
Karyl steps back from the door and bows stiffly and just a little awkwardly towards Robyn, "Princess Robyn, I apologize for not doing so sooner but would just like to congratulate you for your part in the battle." He states, and Robyn can see on his back what looks to be a large package wrapped in leathers.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 20:45:31 GMT -5
Robyn was... somewhat surprised, too surprised to reprimand the title.
"Thank you," she said, at a loss for what else to say... she did not have a gift in return for him.
"I would not have got very far without you, I never did thank you for coming to help me."
At a bit of a loss, she stepped aside to let the man enter.
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Karyl Crowl
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 24, 2015 21:00:01 GMT -5
"It my pleasure princess. I have brought something for you to commemorate our victory." He states un-slinging the package that was on his back. Though he doesn't enter the room.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 21:01:31 GMT -5
"I am honoured to receive it," she said, looking at the packaging a reaching out, trying to life some of the leathers to see what it was.
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