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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 15, 2015 15:55:18 GMT -5
She smiled a little at the queen's mention about liking wine. "As do I. For that reason alone, I think we will get along just fine," she quipped. If that had tried to be a bonding moment of some sort, it had been weird. She'd never had a mother and she highly doubted that was to change now. Still, she studied the other woman for a while before speaking up again. "That is nice to know. We could start with these Lysene silks."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 15, 2015 15:56:43 GMT -5
"And more wine," she added. "I shall get my warmer cloak and meet you downstairs."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 15, 2015 16:02:54 GMT -5
Joanna nodded and did the same, digging out a marvellous golden cloak from one of her chests. She set out with a few guards tailing her. She'd been carrying a knife under her dress lately, strapped to her thigh - the non-scarred one. Not that she would have need of it now, but after the plethora of death threats and failed assassins, it had become a habit of hers.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 15, 2015 16:10:03 GMT -5
She meets with the queen, the large guardian Gerald Bolton also in the background. "Such a lovely woman," Janelle says. "My son is a lucky man, and the kingdom is even more fortunate."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 15, 2015 16:21:18 GMT -5
In Joanna's experience, people were hardly ever that nice without some kind of ulterior motive, so she remained suspicious, but it didn't of course show. She smiled. "You are too kind. Shall we?" she asked, having glanced at the Bolton. She found herself pondering over why there were still loose Boltons running around the place, and personal guards at that.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 15, 2015 17:27:35 GMT -5
Because Gerald Bolton has been a loyal and badass servant of the crown for twenty five years, probably. The ladies leave.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 6:53:25 GMT -5
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Prince Benjen rides through the city, through the castle gates, and to his chambers. He takes Rickon and Eddard out of their cots and sits down in silence, eyes blankly on a wall as he cradles his two beautiful boys.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 10:33:54 GMT -5
King Terrence enters after a while, and the little children rush to hug their granddad. He takes a seat, smelling a bit of whiskey. "It's good to see you alive, son."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 10:41:09 GMT -5
Benjen studies his father for a long moment with grey eyes, his children apparently preferring the old man. "I've brought the bodies of the fallen back to Eddard's Rest, father. I am done with fighting."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 10:53:20 GMT -5
"Well, now," Terrence said, his voice sad. Rickon runs back to his dad. "Then Lord Kalvin has much to do by himself." He sighs. "Bryce and Frances will not stop at King's Landing, son. Their allies will want them to continue on while they have the momentum, I suspect. What do you plan on doing while your men fight?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 10:57:08 GMT -5
"Be with my family," Benjen responded, hugging his son. "What do you plan on doing? You're the king after all. Of late I seem to have been doing all of your work, father."
He frowned, ruffled Rickon's hair and gazed out of a window. "If sending fourty thousand men to their deaths means being king then I don't want that."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 11:04:22 GMT -5
"Fine," he said. "I shall head south, then. Perhaps you're right. When Lord Bryce comes north, I'm sure that he'll be positively touched by your show of filial loyalty," he said. "Royalty rules. Sometimes that involves doing things that we wish we didn't have to do. But if we have the perks of responsibility we have the costs of it too." He rises. "Frances Dayne will die for what he has done to my daughter. Bryce Dayne will burn. If they do not, you may as well toss your sons out that window now, and spare them the alternative."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 11:21:13 GMT -5
Benjen looked darkly at his father, before shaking his head. "You'll just die, father, and then that will be another death on my conscience. And a crown on my head that I don't want. I am making peace with the Ironborn, today, you and King Brynden be damned. Then I am sending word to this Vulture King or whatever he calls himself."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 11:25:55 GMT -5
"We're well past that, son. My friends in Pentos assure me they've found an ally far more to their...peculiar temperament. I pray these rumors are false, of the kraken and the black dragon" Terrence thinks. "But Ser Jonarth may well be a possibility. We know little enough of him."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 13:42:06 GMT -5
"By this point I don't care who our allies are, father," Benjen responded. "Todays ally is tomorrows enemy. If we have to make friends with the Ironborn or Vhagus Blackfyre then so be it."
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