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Post by Gandalf on Jun 14, 2020 18:37:43 GMT -5
If Royce had any suspicions, she kept her mouth shut about it. She nodded fervently.
”My father will send word as soon as he returns. We must lock down the Gates, not allow word to get out.”
Yohn Royce loomed large with ten thousand men, not a few leagues away. If word came to him of this, everything that had been carefully built could be quickly undone.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 14, 2020 18:52:11 GMT -5
"That's a sound idea... but... Harry, I must get to him. You take care of Lord Arryn"
Alayne said, resourceful. Thinking it twice, she let the lock of hair fall out of place. A bit of a messy hair to look more distressed. One had to always take advantage of anything if one was to survive and keep living. With not a single word more Alayne leaves in a hurry for Harry's chamber. She focuses on her mourning, trying to bring up what she felt about her father, mother and brothers, tears are shed, not only for Robin, but all of them. Thus, she arrives to Hardying's room with slightly messy hair and tears running down her spotless cheeks.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 14, 2020 19:08:20 GMT -5
Harrold was in his room, but was barely dressed. He sort of stood there as a servant fed his arm into a sleeve. His eyes sort of 'blank' as they gazed out at the mountains. Harry was still digesting the news that his cousin, Robert Arryn, was dead. Everyone talked about how, one day, soon, he'd be the Lord of the Vale if Sweetrobin didn't live to adulthood nor fathered any kids. Although plenty thought it would be the former over the latter. His ill health had claimed young Robert and, now, he was with the Seven, his mother, and his father. The abrupt movement of the servant, which failed to put his left arm into his sleeve, caused Harry to turn and notice Alayne at the doorway.
H-hello, Lady Stone.
The male says, his mind still really far away. The realization of him being the Lord of the Vale, soon, had not impacted him. Harrold was still swallowing the fact that little Robin was gone. His gaze turned back to the mountains as he reaches up to put his arm through the sleeve.
Did you... sleep well?
Harrold asks, realizing how quiet he was.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 14, 2020 19:30:09 GMT -5
"I-I-I cannot..."
Alayne walks to steps and then falls into his arms, like a delicate doll.
"He's dead, Harry, you know how much I loved that boy, despite his flaws. We were siblings by marriage, you see? I spend longs nights and days taking care of him and... n-n-now he's gone"
Her charming eyes, blue like the bluest sky, were watery, teary, she looked sorrowful.
"You will now cast me aside, too lowborn to marry you... the Lord of the Vale"
Baelish's daughter looked at him through her large eyelashes, harmless and innocent.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 14, 2020 20:20:38 GMT -5
Please...
Harry says, looking away for a moment.
...don't call me that. Robert has only just passed, Alayne.
Deep down, it did make him swell with pride, but the male didn't want that to get to him. If his mentor, Lady Waynwood, were here, she'd even give him the eye of 'don't you even think about puffing that chest out, boy!' There was still protocol to follow after all. Protocol that started to bear weight down upon the young Valeman's shoulders. He looks at Alayne when she speaks, somewhat stunned.
You are hardly too lowborn. You are the daughter of Lord Baelish, the richest and most powerful individual in the Seven Kingdoms, Alayne. Any man would be honored to have you.
Harry could tell that she was absolutely distraught. Slowly, he touches her arms and rubs it lightly, doing what he could to calm her down.
Alayne, calm down. Your father will be here soon and all will be well. Please... don't cry.
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Post by Grand Admiral Chesser on Jun 15, 2020 0:35:01 GMT -5
Something strange was going on at the Gate of the Moon. Lord Yohn had reports of riders charging through the camp at breakneck speeds, men prowled the walls with purpose and most noticeably the gates had been closed. It wasn't an attack or he would have been notified; after all his was the only army nearby. Whatever had happened it had to have been drastic to put everyone on alert like thing.
Lord Royce intended to find out what, and just why he hadn't been notified about it. Also why hadn't Nestor returned yet. Whatever was going on he needed to be here. A short while later a few of his own riders were sent out in search of his absent nephew.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 15, 2020 3:00:15 GMT -5
Please...Harry says, looking away for a moment. ...don't call me that. Robert has only just passed, Alayne.Deep down, it did make him swell with pride, but the male didn't want that to get to him. If his mentor, Lady Waynwood, were here, she'd even give him the eye of 'don't you even think about puffing that chest out, boy!' There was still protocol to follow after all. Protocol that started to bear weight down upon the young Valeman's shoulders. He looks at Alayne when she speaks, somewhat stunned. You are hardly too lowborn. You are the daughter of Lord Baelish, the richest and most powerful individual in the Seven Kingdoms, Alayne. Any man would be honored to have you.Harry could tell that she was absolutely distraught. Slowly, he touches her arms and rubs it lightly, doing what he could to calm her down. Alayne, calm down. Your father will be here soon and all will be well. Please... don't cry. She wipes her tears. "I hope..."Alayne looks up at him.
"As any woman would be of having you, Harry"She looks to a side.
"I thought that you would marry a Royce or Hunter or any of your bannermen's daughters and would cast me aside..."There was concern in her voice. "I... can't stay, I have to look after Robin until the silent sisters arrive to wash and prepare his body for the journey"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 15, 2020 8:34:07 GMT -5
Nestor Royce was rushing back to the Gates with his mounted entourage, a rider sporting his own colours and sigil having been dispatched to find him immediately with dreadful news. It had been a bright and joyous day, full of promise, but now clouds had rolled in and the winter wind had begun whipping at those unfortunate enough to be outdoors. Arryn banners danced on the battlements, one being taken up in the breeze and cast against the earth. It landed next to Nestor, whose horse reared in fear. Bronze Yohn would spot the Lord of the Gates outside the walls of his castle, about to demand entrance to presumably deal with whatever the hell was going on within the walls.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 15, 2020 10:25:17 GMT -5
She wipes her tears. "I hope..."Alayne looks up at him. "As any woman would be of having you, Harry"She looks to a side. "I thought that you would marry a Royce or Hunter or any of your bannermen's daughters and would cast me aside..."There was concern in her voice. "I... can't stay, I have to look after Robin until the silent sisters arrive to wash and prepare his body for the journey"Harrold had a feeling that was the case anyways. There were probably bannermen who were upset at the betrothal of Baelish's daughter to Harrold over their own females. Like I said, the Baelish name shines a bit brighter and higher.That was the only thing he could assume was the truth. He was the undisputed Lord Protector after all. At the mention of Sweetrobin, Harry nods slightly. I need to finish getting presentable anyways... I will come by later, when I am allowed.Harry had been told to dress, but to await Lady Waynwood's command after all. The situation was precarious now after all.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 15, 2020 10:30:22 GMT -5
"You flatter me. At least I have you, Harry"
If you just knew!
She wipes her tears.
Finish getting presentable...
Alayne resisted the urge to roll his eyes. She managed to smile faintly.
"I'll be waiting for you, betrothed"
She left the room and returned to Robin's room, trying to set things ready for the sisters' arrival and the scene that would unfold as soon as Lord Nestor came back. She had to refrain the impulse of running away, far away and don't stop in all the way to Winterfell. She no longer felt safe. But she had to remember her home was not hers any longer.
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Post by Grand Admiral Chesser on Jun 15, 2020 11:30:37 GMT -5
Nestor Royce was rushing back to the Gates with his mounted entourage, a rider sporting his own colours and sigil having been dispatched to find him immediately with dreadful news. It had been a bright and joyous day, full of promise, but now clouds had rolled in and the winter wind had begun whipping at those unfortunate enough to be outdoors. Arryn banners danced on the battlements, one being taken up in the breeze and cast against the earth. It landed next to Nestor, whose horse reared in fear. Bronze Yohn would spot the Lord of the Gates outside the walls of his castle, about to demand entrance to presumably deal with whatever the hell was going on within the walls. Seeing the absent Lord and his entourage making a swift return through the pass, back toward the gates. Bronze Yohn rode out to meet them, catching up as they neared the walls of the castle. Overhead a number of men were scurrying about shouting orders. Everyone seemed on edge. Approaching his cousin he asked worriedly "Nestor, do you have any idea what in the seven hells is going on?"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 15, 2020 11:35:04 GMT -5
”Urm, no. I think Lord Robert has got the shakes, or something.”
Replied Nestor, wiping his sweat from his brow, visibly distressed.
”Get the gates open, damn it!”
Roared Royce up to the battlements, where his men stood watch, apparently confused by the whole endeavour. Slowly, the gates creaked open.
”If you will excuse me, Lord Yohn, I must attend to Lord Arryn.”
Nestor dug his heels in and galloped through the gates, hoping to the heavens that Yohn wouldn’t follow. Baelish would have his hide.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 17, 2020 3:33:23 GMT -5
Baelish returned in a hurry from the Riverlands. After more than a fortnight galloping at frenzied pace from Harrenhal they were halted by the snow-blocked passes. Not even the clansmen haressed them, taking shelter in their caves and mountain dwellings. The blizzard killed many horses and a few men, but they could force the way through, until they arrived the Bloody Gate. Baelish didn't even bother answering who was coming to the Vale and Ser Donnel openned the door anyway, for the Lord Protector was back to the realm. From there to the Gates of the Moon took a day of march, unimpeded by heavy snows in the valley beyond the mountains that surrounded the Vale like a natural and impregnable wall. While he set camp in proximity to Royce's seat he himself, with sworn swords and a score of knights, was allowed entry into the castle through a postern gate. Baelish was wearing a thick fur-lined cloak and tall riding boots and he crossed the hallways in a hurry.
"Father"
She hurried herself to Baelish, Brune warning her and acting as her shadow.
"Robin just died, one morning and he was... cold. We had to... place him in a casket of rum, else he would have started to decay. That was Randa's idea... I couldn't stomach to see him like that, but..."
Petyr waves a hand.
"It shall be taken care of. Bring me Nestor, Brune. I'll be at the solar. And fetch me that oaf of a heir if he's within the castle's grounds still"
He walked at good pace. He had thought about what to do and how to do it in his way from Harrenhal. He had days to plan ahead and cover any contingency. When Nestor arrived he was at the solar, sitting next to the fireplace, a cup of warm ice on his hand.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 17, 2020 9:08:21 GMT -5
Harrold had gone to see Robin, prior to Baelish's arrival. He knew Alayne would be there and no one was stupid enough to just stay away. The silent sisters were already at work, doing what they could to preserve the body for burial. Afterward, he returned to his apartment and remained there, still trying to swallow the lump down his throat. Prior to all of this, Ser Waynwood, Morton, who was Anya's eldest son, met Nestor Royce at the courtyard and informed him what was going on and where everyone was. The castle was a little more organized now, but things were still trying to settle in.
Harrold looked up when his door opened as Lady Waynwood came in.
Come on, Harrold. Lord Baelish has returned and wants to see you.
The young male rose from his seat and walked down the hallway. Things seemed more calm now. Still, Harry wasn't sure he was ready for whatever came next. Eventually, the pair entered the solar where Lord Royce and Lord Baelish were. Lady Waynwood bowed her head to the Lord Protector with Harry following suit.
Here is he is, Lord Baelish.
Harrold, dressed modestly, and decorated with his personal emblem upon the right side of his shirt, bowed to the lords present.
My Lords.
He turns to Lord Baelish.
My Lord, with you here, your daughter will certainly be more at ease. She came to me, rather upset and I tried my best to calm her.
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Post by Pinkerton on Jun 17, 2020 11:02:22 GMT -5
While Baelish dealt with Hardyng and Royce, Templeton sought Randa. He knew he probably would have to leave the Vale again soon, on Baelish's orders, so he wanted to see to the matter of their wedding.
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