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Post by Gandalf on Jun 20, 2020 9:58:32 GMT -5
The King looked stern, sizing up the boy with a hard gaze.
"Your father thinks highly of you, Devan. As do I."
Stannis dismounted from his horse, unsheathing Lightbringer. Melisandre smiled as the blade glittered green and crimson, shining like the light of sun and stars.
"Kneel." Commanded the King. He placed the flat of the sword on Devan's shoulder - it was warm to the touch.
"In the name of the Lord of Light and your King I name you Ser Devan Seaworth, sworn shield to my daughter the Princess Shireen. Rise."
Lightbringer was sheathed. Florent looked aghast - the boy was not even sixteen summers old. Stannis silenced him with a look that would melt ice.
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"I saw all of this in the fires, too. You, with your wolf and the wildling Princess."
The Red Woman turned to Val, and little Rickon burying his head in Shaggydog.
"In the North you will remain, but there are other wars to fight. Lord Commander or not, the Wall needs you, Jon Snow."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 20, 2020 10:54:20 GMT -5
The King looked stern, sizing up the boy with a hard gaze. "Your father thinks highly of you, Devan. As do I."Stannis dismounted from his horse, unsheathing Lightbringer. Melisandre smiled as the blade glittered green and crimson, shining like the light of sun and stars. "Kneel." Commanded the King. He placed the flat of the sword on Devan's shoulder - it was warm to the touch. "In the name of the Lord of Light and your King I name you Ser Devan Seaworth, sworn shield to my daughter the Princess Shireen. Rise."Lightbringer was sheathed. Florent looked aghast - the boy was not even sixteen summers old. Stannis silenced him with a look that would melt ice. --- "I saw all of this in the fires, too. You, with your wolf and the wildling Princess."The Red Woman turned to Val, and little Rickon burying his head in Shaggydog. "In the North you will remain, but there are other wars to fight. Lord Commander or not, the Wall needs you, Jon Snow."Davos had to hold his breath and avoid an expletive to leave his close-shut lips. Devan, surprised, took a few moments to kneel in the courtyard before his king. He couldn't believe his ears, that were now red like a pair of turnips, like his face, furiously adopting the shade of Melisandre's mantle. Davos knelt when his soon raised, still speechless.
"My king, you honor us, I'm without words""I'm... I'm... thankful, my liege. I won't let you down, I shall serve her and you most faithfully"Devan looked to the princess, still blushing. --- "The last battle is to be fought and I will be there to fight it, my lady"He said and then remained silent as the king knighted Lord Seaworth's young son.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 20, 2020 11:57:59 GMT -5
"Rise, Lord Davos."
Stannis looked to his daughter, who could simply not restrain her excitement.
"Thank you, father."
Shireen moved to help Davos to his feet, grinning all the while. Even Stannis looked faintly pleased, or perhaps simply less glum than usual.
"Now, lets get out of the bloody cold."
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Once the formalities are over with, the King summons lord Morrigen and Lord Manderly to his side at Winterfell.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 20, 2020 17:02:33 GMT -5
Lord Lester Morrigen approaches in the finest livery available to him, which at this point in the campaign seemed faded. He fell to one knee. "Your Grace."
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Post by perry on Jun 20, 2020 17:08:34 GMT -5
Lord Wyman comes at the call of his new King. He wore a fine blue and white doublet, stretched as it was, and finely embroidered with a silver Merman. He had been busy managing the books, most of the North was in a rough place for winter, but Wyman wanted to ensure Winterfell would have good enough to last for part of this winter. He shuffled into place, supporting his great girth with his silver Merman cane. With him came a few attendants. The Lord of White Harbor has recovered well from his injuries in the battle, and the grievous wound that dim Frey had inflicted upon him. Still, the Maester did not want him traversing alone for some time more.
The Lord of White Harbor greeted Stannis with a laugh and a smile. “Why did you call upon me, your grace.” He eyes the room for a seat to rest in. “I am very busy securing futures for the North’s security.”
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 20, 2020 17:27:29 GMT -5
Stannis was found in his quarters, as he usually was, seeking the counsel of either Ser Davos or his Red Woman. Neither of them were here at present, affording the king a moment to himself.
"My lords. Forgive me if I forego pleasantries, I shall keep this brief."
The King gestured for them to sit, if they were able.
"In short, Lord Morrigen needs a wife. He is a man of honour and loyalty, a good warrior and a follower of your Seven Gods. I thought him a good match for your granddaughter, Lord Manderly. A better match than a Frey, at least."
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Post by pontifex on Jun 20, 2020 17:32:29 GMT -5
Lord Lester Morrigen was initially taken aback, assuming his King would issue more martial orders. He looked to the fat Lord Manderly beside him and gaped. "I am as his Grace describes." He affirmed. "I have led charges in many battles, it would be an honorable match." he concluded.
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Post by perry on Jun 20, 2020 18:22:15 GMT -5
Wyman went to find a seat at his earliest conscience, the chair creaking beneath his impressive girth. Wyman’s jolly demeanor melted at the prospect of marriage, as his face took on a more serious demeanor. “Hmm.” He hummed. “A lord without lands.” He mused. ”Aye, still a better match than a Frey, to be sure. Though that is a.. low bar to overcome.” He ran pudgy fingers through his blonde beard. “I may need to talk the matter over with my son S.. Lord Wylis. You seem eager to marry your men off to Northmen, I hear a Morrigen is to marry that Frey in the Dreadfort.” The word Frey rose like bile in his throat, he could not understand the choice to keep a mongrel Bolton-Frey hybrid in control of Roose’s ancestral lands.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 20, 2020 18:50:48 GMT -5
"Aye. The girl is simple, and has done no wrong. Lord Snow stayed his hand and left her the Dreadfort. I offered her Lord Lester's brother Ser Richard, another worthy bannerman of mine."
Stannis grit his teeth.
"He is a lord without lands, aye, as your Lord Rickon was until we smashed Lord Bolton's host and retook Winterfell. Lord Morrigen will one day sit again in Crow's Nest. He will need sons to follow him."
The King turned away, to look towards the fire crackling in the hearth.
"Think on it if you must. But marriageable Northmen are in short supply."
Many were dead or captured. The Red Wedding took a terrible toll on the nobility.
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Post by Pinkerton on Jun 21, 2020 10:00:13 GMT -5
It did not take long before the news spread all over Winterfell castle.
The long journey, the stress of imprisonment, the cold, and who knows what else had taken their toll on Lady Tully. Her child was born, Edmure Tully finally had his male heir, but her body could not take it. She perished not long after.
Edmure did his duties. He buried her and mourned her for seven days and seven nights. And after that, he dedicated himself fully to the living: his daughter Celia and his newly born Desmond.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 21, 2020 12:53:53 GMT -5
"I will not so easily give up my claim on Crow's Nest, no matter how long it takes to see it reclaimed. Once Stannis is on the throne I will lead a force to reclaim it if I must, Lord Manderly." Lester Morrigen was not a man to be thrown aside, or to be taken lightly. "Crow's Nest is mine, my Lord, regardless of what criminal scum have taken up residence in my absence. The rats do not rule the castle."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 21, 2020 12:57:50 GMT -5
It did not take long before the news spread all over Winterfell castle. The long journey, the stress of imprisonment, the cold, and who knows what else had taken their toll on Lady Tully. Her child was born, Edmure Tully finally had his male heir, but her body could not take it. She perished not long after. Edmure did his duties. He buried her and mourned her for seven days and seven nights. And after that, he dedicated himself fully to the living: his daughter Celia and his newly born Desmond. Rickon presented his uncle flowers from Winterfell's greenhouse, handpicked by him. And presented his respects. Snow decreed an official period of mourning, seven times seven days -for Roslin was a follower of the Faith- to honor the deceased Lady Tully. Her body is allowed in Winterfell's crypts.
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Post by Politburo Barry on Jun 22, 2020 8:56:22 GMT -5
While Stannis' court continues to remain in Winterfell and the remaining Tullys and Stark mourn their most recent loss, Tristifer Botley has chosen a moment of quiet calm to seek out the iron princess, Asha Greyjoy. For the first time in a long time, his head is free of bandages, allowing his messy brown hair to pop out freely once more.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 22, 2020 9:54:16 GMT -5
Asha was currently spending her time with a few of the other Ironborn at the Smoking Log inn in Winterfell's winter town. Despite the circumstances that had led them to serving Stannis Baratheon, the mood on this day was certainly merry. They drank strong northern ale, Qarl the Maid was singing 'The Bloody Cup' while Cromm and Fingers were playing the finger dance.
When Asha noticed Tris' arrival, she hollered at him and raised her cup. Her rosy cheeks
"Tris! Where've you been ya limp shrimp? You almost missed the good part, I've got a silver stag on Cromm taking at least a pinky off Fingers."
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Post by Politburo Barry on Jun 22, 2020 10:20:10 GMT -5
"Trying to sleep off last night's ale, Asha." Tristifer replied with a smile. "I've got to admit, these Northmen can make a fierce brew. I wasn't ready for that fourth mug - can't remember anything between that and waking in a bed, but I hope I didn't do anything stupid." He turned his large green eyes to the pair currently playing the deadly game of the Iron Isles, throwing an ax back and forth between themselves.
"I'll put a stag on Fingers, then." Botley procured the silver coin from his pocket and moved to sit opposite to Asha.
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