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Post by Gandalf on Jun 19, 2020 12:38:11 GMT -5
"A bold plan. But I have a better one. With Cersei gone, we can make Arianne Queen of Westeros and Trystane Lord of the Rock in a single stroke."
Nymeria grinned.
"But we need to get Myrcella out of the capital."
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Post by pontifex on Jun 19, 2020 14:50:24 GMT -5
"is such a thing possible?" He asked in a hushed tone. "Many eyes will be on her now, what with snatching royals being such a new trend. How do you propose to pull that off?"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 19, 2020 14:58:20 GMT -5
"We walk her out the gates. You will help me, when the time is right."
Nymeria replied, a vague smile written across her face.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 19, 2020 15:10:14 GMT -5
"you'll be going alone if that's the complete plan!" He said with a wry smile. "Do let me know when the time is right, I'll be at the nearest brother that doesn't smell dirty squandering my brother's inheritance. I hope you will join me if you feel so inclined, I'll be practicing a different sort of spear work tonight!" With that he gave another laugh and strode out of the hall, his few men with him.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 23, 2020 16:46:44 GMT -5
Lord Nestor Royce arrives in the capital with a group of mounted knights, looking to speak with King Aegon on behalf of Lord Protector Peytr Baelish of the Vale.
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A raven also arrives, from Dragonstone.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 25, 2020 15:30:15 GMT -5
Olenna Tyrell arrives in King's Landing with an entourage of Tyrell knights, seeking an audience with Aegon Targaryen on behalf of Lord Willas Tyrell of Highgarden.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 25, 2020 16:14:50 GMT -5
She is led into the hall where Aegon sat upon the throne, surrounded by his advisers and meager kingsguard. "Lady Olenna, we did not expect your presence here, have you come on behalf of Willas? What news from Highgarden." Half the Reach seemed to have risen for him, the other half..well...
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Aurane's offer is accepted, with reservation and stipulation. The surviving Kingsguard are to be part of the bargain as well.
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Royce is granted an audience. "Lord Royce." He began. "I call for lords and they send their servants to me, as ever." He shook his head in disappointment.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 25, 2020 18:16:19 GMT -5
Olenna, flanked by her twin guardsmen Lefty and Righty, strode toward the Iron Throne. She looked up and squinted at Aegon Targaryen, seemingly measuring the worth of the man who claimed to be the prince once thought dead.
"My son is dead. My granddaughter is captive in Dorne. The southern coast burns at the hands of Ironborn invaders, and my home is in the hands of a madman. Did I miss anything? Oh yes, and half the Reach have their lord's blood on their hands, the father of my grandson's wife chief among them!"
The anger and sorrow was palpable in every word out of the Queen of Thorns' mouth, despite her attempts to stay calm and collected.
"That is your 'news from Highgarden', your Grace. Excuse this old woman if she finds difficult to follow proper etiquette at this moment. And yes, I am here on behalf of my grandson Willas. I am here to see what sort of man made half the realm bend the knee in less time than it took for Robert Baratheon's death to tear it apart. To see if my house should bend the knee as well, and if my foolish son's death meant anything."
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Post by pontifex on Jun 25, 2020 18:31:04 GMT -5
Aegon's eyes widened, and he seemed ataken back. Perhaps he was not expecting to be spoken to in such a way, perhaps the words found a mark somewhere. Jon Connington whispered something in his ear. "I am Aegon Targaryen, the sixth of that name, son of Rhaegar." He responded as if easily practiced. "Lord Mace Tyrell fought valiantly, and his death will no doubt be sung of. However, he fought for the wrong cause, my lady. If House Tyrell bends the knee, no further blood need be shed in the Reach. I shall confirm Willas in his lands and titles and aid in restoring the peace in the Reach. I assure you Maergery Tyrell is safe in Dorne, so long as no treasons in the Reach are hatched." Aegon sighed heavily, the bags under his young eyes were evident from the long hours already sat upon this throne. "I am not here to exact vengeance, I am here to heal the Realm and unite it once again to its rightful ruling family. Ever have the Targaryens acted as conciliators, arbitrators between the feuding nobles of the Realm. So it should be once more." He finished. "But to accomplish that, I require...no...I demand...loyalty."
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 25, 2020 18:33:05 GMT -5
”My pardon, your grace. The Vale is beset with its own troubles, and thus I have been sent to treat on the Lord Protector’s behalf.”
Harrumphed Lord Nestor, still powerfully built despite his age. He narrowed his eyes a little.
”The late Lady Arryn endeavoured to keep us out of the conflict, and that commitment persists even as the war draws to a close.”
The steward was a little galled that another child sat the throne. At least he was no Joffrey.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 25, 2020 19:04:02 GMT -5
Aegon peered down at him, his Amethyst eyes dark in the evening light. His jawline was smooth, yet he looked all of his nineteen namedays. His mouth teased half a smile. "I see, Lord Royce." He began. "She seems to have been a wise woman, though I did not know her. There are many people in Westeros, including mine own kin, that I would never know because of war. Our houses have already clashed with the fall of my grandsire, it occurs to me. Kyle Royce fell to my grandsire's Kingsguard unless I am mistaken." He said solemnly. "Tell me of these troubles. Mayhaps I can remedy them.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 26, 2020 8:42:39 GMT -5
"Aye. I rode with Lord Jon twenty years ago."
He stated, matter-of-factly, with only a hint of bitterness.
"Lord Jon's son Robert recently passed, ending his line. Lord Baelish holds the Vale as Protector until the Lords deem that his cousin Harrold can succeed." Nestor paused. "Our passes are also troubled by snow and the clans of the mountains, whose raiding and pillaging has become more frequent of late."
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 26, 2020 15:09:42 GMT -5
Aegon's eyes widened, and he seemed ataken back. Perhaps he was not expecting to be spoken to in such a way, perhaps the words found a mark somewhere. Jon Connington whispered something in his ear. "I am Aegon Targaryen, the sixth of that name, son of Rhaegar." He responded as if easily practiced. "Lord Mace Tyrell fought valiantly, and his death will no doubt be sung of. However, he fought for the wrong cause, my lady. If House Tyrell bends the knee, no further blood need be shed in the Reach. I shall confirm Willas in his lands and titles and aid in restoring the peace in the Reach. I assure you Maergery Tyrell is safe in Dorne, so long as no treasons in the Reach are hatched." Aegon sighed heavily, the bags under his young eyes were evident from the long hours already sat upon this throne. "I am not here to exact vengeance, I am here to heal the Realm and unite it once again to its rightful ruling family. Ever have the Targaryens acted as conciliators, arbitrators between the feuding nobles of the Realm. So it should be once more." He finished. "But to accomplish that, I require...no...I demand...loyalty."
"House Tyrell owes everything to House Targaryen after the last Gardener king was slain 300 years ago. Through Robert's Rebellion we stayed loyal when the stags, wolves, falcons, trouts and lions turned against the dragon. We thought your cause lost and forgotten, more fit for high tales and bedtime stories. It seems we may have been wrong. My grandson would be willing to personally come to King's Landing with the lords still loyal to him and swear his loyalty to your Grace, in exchange for the Iron Throne reaffirming the titles and privileges held by our house since Aegon the Conqueror."
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Post by pontifex on Jun 26, 2020 18:55:58 GMT -5
"If your grandson bends the knee he will be affirmed in his lands, but perhaps not his titles. My Warden of the South must be one I can trust above anyone else. If he wished to retain that traditional honor he will have to earn it. Highgarden will remain the Tyrell's, however, if he does me homage. I will expect the full support of the Reach as a result. No more silliness with Dorne, either. Both Kingdoms will live in th e King's peace." Aegon replied "Your grandson's marriage to Lord Tarly's daughter pleases me. I have no reason to doubt Tarly's loyalty and he seems an astute man."
Aegon steepled his fingers. "Margaery Tyrell will remain a guest in Dorne, as an assurance of House Tyrell's loyalty. Unfortunately, her husband is still lost to us and it is unclear if he can be recovered. However, the matter of the Lannisters is a slippery one. I intended to ask the High Sparrow his opinion on the Pretender Tommen and his sister. If the charged against Queen Cersei were true, they are bastards born of incest. Obvious such an arrangement could not stand."
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Post by pontifex on Jun 26, 2020 19:01:06 GMT -5
"Aye. I rode with Lord Jon twenty years ago."He stated, matter-of-factly, with only a hint of bitterness. "Lord Jon's son Robert recently passed, ending his line. Lord Baelish holds the Vale as Protector until the Lords deem that his cousin Harrold can succeed." Nestor paused. "Our passes are also troubled by snow and the clans of the mountains, whose raiding and pillaging has become more frequent of late." " House Arryn is gone then, in the main line." Aegon considered it. "Jon Arryn was no friend of my father's but it does create other problems that would not have otherwise existed if one had lived." Varys stepped forward, and whispered. Aegon nodded. "With Robert Arryn dead, Harrold is the heir apparent. Do you disapprove?" Baelish was a wrinkle in the bed sheet. An upjumped petty lord with suspect motives, and he had been the Usurper's loyal servant for a long time. "Does Lord Baelish rule by consent then?"
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