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Post by Magnate Lucius on May 29, 2020 14:20:44 GMT -5
The Red Keep, Seat of the Iron Throne Reigning Lord of the Seven Kingdoms: Stannis Baratheon, First of His Name Claimants: Tommen 'Waters' Baratheon, Myrcella 'Waters' Baratheon, and Daenaerys Targaryen The Iron Throne is the seat of the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and is often used as a metonymic device to refer to the king's authority or to the polity born after Aegon's Conquest. The king often holds audiences and dispenses justice from atop it in the Red Keep's throne room, the Great Hall. The chair is cold and hard, with many jagged edges. The Iron Throne is an asymmetric monstrosity of spikes and jagged edges and twisted metal. The throne was constructed by Aegon I Targaryen from the melted, twisted, beaten, and broken blades surrendered by his enemies, or wrenched from the hands of the dying. According to the songs, it took a thousand blades to make. Only the Hand of the King may sit on the throne in the king's absence. Such privilege does not extend to regents.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 3, 2020 20:22:37 GMT -5
(For RP purposes, this is where you'd come to address Cersei)
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 4, 2020 9:11:46 GMT -5
As the city prepares for war, a ship arrives in harbour bearing the sun and spear of House Martell. They had not come by land, as the Queen had hoped, but the Princess Myrcella had nonetheless returned. Disembarking from the craft, she and a comely Dornish woman were escorted by a dozen or so of the Prince's guard, spears glittering in the sun, and would be borne in a litter up towards Capitol Hill. Crowds gathered, both of citizens and poor fellows, but the Martell spears and the return of one of the more gentle hearted members of the royal family would surely keep them at bay. Nymeria was garbed in loose fitting silks, as was the Dornish style, with the Sun and Spear emblazoned on an ornate brooch, pinned to her throat. The Princess had been clad in the colours of her house, though no amount of red and gold could hide the missing ear and fearsome scar that framed Myrcella's fair features. Though a Lannister, Nym bore her no ill will, and took the Princess' hand in hers for reassurance as they were slowly borne up towards the Red Keep. They passed through the parts of the city controlled by the Faith and patrolled by Tyrell soldiers without molestation, and continued upwards to Aegon's High Hill where the Lannister Redcloaks stood watch over the city. Before the Red Keep itself they unlimbered, Nymeria still holding the hand of little Myrcella, facial scars obscured by a veil, as they were brought into the walls where at last some semblance of royal authority could be seen. They waited to be called before the Iron Throne, the Martell men waiting outside for their lady to emerge.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 4, 2020 12:03:38 GMT -5
At one point, later in the day, Ser Gerion Pendric, send by Devan Lannister, arrived at the Red Keep with a score of mounted knights. He had ridden through the Westerlands and into the Crownlands ahead of the army that was gathering at Casterly Rock. The Queen requested a representative and so Ser Devan delivered as such.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 4, 2020 15:49:35 GMT -5
The deputation from Dorne is granted immediate access to the Iron Throne.
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Following the return of Myrcella, the deputation from the Rock is heard next.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 4, 2020 16:51:18 GMT -5
Nymeria gently led Myrcella before the Iron Throne, where presumably Tommen, The Hand, or the Queen herself waited. Nymeria took the lead, stepping forward and curtsying deeply before the dais. She looked exquisite, her gown of flowing yellow silks revealing a little of her bare skin around her neck and chest, kissed by the Dornish sun. Long dark locks were tied up neatly behind her head, reaching down to her lower back. On her slender hands were several jewelled rings, rubies red as blood and as large as raspberries. Though she was but a bastard niece of the Prince of Dorne she appeared before the Iron Throne as Nymeria come again, as beautiful and dangerous as the wicked vipers of the desert.
“Your Grace. I come on behalf of Prince Doran to claim his seat on the Small Council. I had hoped to bring you a gift of Darkstar’s head, but they still hunt for him in the Red Mountains.”
Her lips curled into a smile. Oberyn had a similar leer, like a cat waiting to pounce. She gestured to Myrcella, and the Princess duly came forwards. Nymeria felt a pang of pity for the girl; she didn’t want to humiliate her by showing the entire court her mangled ear.
”I also bring Princess Myrcella to you, Your Grace. Alas that Prince Trystane could not accompany her, but my Lord the Prince assures you that his commitment to the betrothal still stands.”
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Post by pontifex on Jun 4, 2020 17:03:34 GMT -5
Cersei sat like a cat coiled upon the Iron Throne, she wore a lacey red gown adorned with lionesses, standing proud. She strummed her fingers at a pace, bored with the business of the day, but now she stood, intrigued at first. Upon the recognition of her daughter she began to descend the steps, pushing past Ser Boros Blount and Ser Strong. She embraced her daughter, trying not to shed any tears should it betray her emotions. She looked her daughter in the eyes at first. "Mrycella, you're home." She said smiling. Then she noticed the grotesque scars, the marred beauty. Her mind first turned to her twisted detestable little brother, his face bore similar marks. Then she thought of her own misfortune, her golden hair hacked off. "What...what did they do to you?" She turned to Nymeria "What have you done to my daughter? Explain yourself, now!" She raised her voice and as she did, the guard took some steps forward, hands on their swords. "What have you done?!"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 4, 2020 17:28:19 GMT -5
”Ask your daughter, Your Grace. She was attacked by Ser Gerold Dayne, the Darkstar, a would be assassin. Ser Oakheart died defending her, and now Ser Swann and my sister hunt for him in the Red Mountains. The head of the traitor will be Dorne’s gift to you, my Queen.”
Nymeria retorted coolly, remaining undaunted by Cersei’s anger. She should have felt satisfaction, but in truth she had grown fond of the little princess.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 4, 2020 18:23:51 GMT -5
Cersei and Myrcella shared some silent, hushed discussions. The young princess had sobbed at various points, and Cersei had tried to hold thing together. At length, the young Princess was escorted by Ser Boros off to her chambers. Cersei remained. She turned and mounted the steps, resuming her place atop the Iron Throne. "And who are you?" she called down, her eyes vengeful with hate. "You return my daughter to me maimed and deformed. Why should I treat with you?"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 4, 2020 18:48:21 GMT -5
”Prince Doran begs your forgiveness, great Queen, and assures you that justice will be delivered swiftly. I am here on his behalf, a token that of good faith that our alliance still stands strong between our houses.”
Nymeria knelt before the Iron Throne, her face a mask of platitudes. She had heard Mace Tyrell now wielded the power within the capitol, but the fat oaf was nowhere to be seen. Even the Kingslayer was absent. All was not as it seemed, apparently.
”I come with information, Your Grace, and to provide counsel on behalf of my liege.”
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 4, 2020 19:06:19 GMT -5
Following the return of Myrcella, the deputation from the Rock is heard next. Ser Gerion, a middle-aged knight from the House Banefort, knelt before the Iron Throne. Your Grace, I am Ser Gerion Pendric. I was sent by the Warden of the West, Ser Devan, to serve as representative and report the gathering of levies.Gerion felt something sharp on his shoulder. Damn, the armor wasn't fully repaired! Blasted smith! Ser Devan reports that over twelve thousand new levies are being gathered at Casterly Rock and will be commanded by Lord Brax. He also reports that Edmure Tully is 'safely' housed within Casterly Rock in accordance with the instructs of the late Kevan Lannister.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 4, 2020 19:09:17 GMT -5
Cersei trembled as she held her daughter, it was an affront, an insult, nearly a declaration of war. They had defiled Myrcella. Of that Cersei was sure. They would speak later. It was clear. "Ser Boros!" she commanded. "See my daughter to her chambers, send Qyburn to see her wounds." She watched as her daughter was led off, and as she disappeared from sight, Cersei seemed to regain herself. She marched back up the stairs of the throne and resumed her seat. Some time paused before she spoke, and her words seemed labored.
"Prince Doran has my forgiveness." She said at last. "He shall prove his loyalty by delivering the head of this Darkstar who dared to maim my daughter." The Kingsguard and other guards in attendance seemed to relax somewhat. "I welcome your counsel, Nymeria is it? Why is not Trystane in the Capital if he is so devoted to my daughter? What tidings do you bring?"
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Post by pontifex on Jun 4, 2020 19:11:52 GMT -5
Following the return of Myrcella, the deputation from the Rock is heard next. Ser Gerion, a middle-aged knight from the House Banefort, knelt before the Iron Throne. Your Grace, I am Ser Gerion Pendric. I was sent by the Warden of the West, Ser Devan, to serve as representative and report the gathering of levies.Gerion felt something sharp on his shoulder. Damn, the armor wasn't fully repaired! Blasted smith! Ser Devan reports that over twelve thousand new levies are being gathered at Casterly Rock and will be commanded by Lord Brax. He also reports that Edmure Tully is 'safely' housed within Casterly Rock in accordance with the instructs of the late Kevan Lannister. Ser Gerion, is it? Cersei replied from atop the Iron Throne. "Very well, they shall be sent immediately to King's Landing in support of King Tommen's rule. You shall remain here, Ser Gerion, to serve as messenger or commander as I should choose. Tell me, what is the condition of the Westerlands?"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 4, 2020 19:37:54 GMT -5
”Prince Trystane wants to bring proof of justice to you himself, Your Grace. He searches for Darkstar with my sister in the Torrentine. You know what young boys are like... Full of pride and need to prove themselves.”
Nymeria nimbly rose from the floor of the throne room with ease, and straightened her dress.
”Sadly only tidings of war, your Grace. Sellswords have landed in the Stormlands and pirates roam the Stepstones. My liege fears they serve the same master, an exile returned from the east. No doubt you have heard this. But they have also captured Storm’s End from Stannis Baratheon.”
Arianne wrote to Doran not a few weeks ago of the Golden Company and the Dragon Prince, though the exact contents were not revealed to even her. Sometimes her uncle’s need for secrecy wore her out.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 4, 2020 20:05:32 GMT -5
woops, one sec
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