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Post by Grand Admiral Chesser on Jun 17, 2020 11:44:55 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. Word of Lord Arryn's health was disconcerting. More so the way that Nestor had relayed it. Could he be downplaying the severity of the situation? The lad was rather sickly, perhaps things had worsened. Riding through the gates after his cousin Lord Royce eyed him with a mix of suspicion and concern. "Let us hope the gods show favor and our young Lord makes a swift recovery. If you wish I can send for my maester." Though he doubted it would do much good. Jon Arryn had tried every maester, healer, and woodswitch in the seven kingdoms. The boy was just sickly.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 17, 2020 11:55:14 GMT -5
(I’ll reply to the other posts after this is resolved)
”Umm... No, my Lord, my own maester is tending to him. Probably just a seizure. He will be fine.”
Nestor handed his horse to a page, rushing into the fortress, still covered in sweat and grime from the day’s ride. Yohn was following behind him, he knew. Damn the boy and his ailments. Could he not have restrained himself for but a few more days?
”Where is Lord Arryn?”
He demanded, servants scurrying out the way to avoid answering the question. Myranda Royce emerged, the colour drained from her face.
”Oh... He’s... not well at all. You best come quick.”
She noticed Bronze Yohn, and grew even paler.
”Oh my Lord... I think you should.. wait here? Lord Arryn is easily startled.”
Myranda asked, weakly, before her and her father paced off to Sweetrobin’s chambers.
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Post by Grand Admiral Chesser on Jun 17, 2020 12:46:37 GMT -5
(I’ll reply to the other posts after this is resolved) ”Umm... No, my Lord, my own maester is tending to him. Probably just a seizure. He will be fine.”Nestor handed his horse to a page, rushing into the fortress, still covered in sweat and grime from the day’s ride. Yohn was following behind him, he knew. Damn the boy and his ailments. Could he not have restrained himself for but a few more days? ”Where is Lord Arryn?” He demanded, servants scurrying out the way to avoid answering the question. Myranda Royce emerged, the colour drained from her face. ”Oh... He’s... not well at all. You best come quick.”She noticed Bronze Yohn, and grew even paler. ”Oh my Lord... I think you should.. wait here? Lord Arryn is easily startled.”Myranda asked, weakly, before her and her father paced off to Sweetrobin’s chambers. Looking to Myranda "I would think the presence of his loyal high lords would be reassuring. I promise I will be quiet." he says insistently. Most boys his age were pageing for a knight if not already a squire. Regardless of his sickliness it did not do for the future Lord Protector for the Vale to be covering in his sheets.
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Post by LD on Jun 17, 2020 12:53:39 GMT -5
Having heard the news, Mya Stone was also present, mourning alongside others the death of the young Lord Arryn. Well, to at least some point.
Although Mya wasn't super fond of the boy all the times, it is nontheless a tragic event, given that her duty was also to protect him. And yet... it seemed like the Seven weren't too kind with the boy.
Seeking the presence of Alayne she remained so far in the background, not necessarily speaking a word. Over all it wasn't on her side to judge anyone here for it seems a lot of tragedies tend to happen within the Vale lately.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 17, 2020 13:09:00 GMT -5
They were led into the Lord’s chambers, where Sweetrobin lay, cold as ice in his bed. A maester was hunched over him, trying to determine exactly what had cause the young lord’s current condition.
“Dead, my Lord.”
Stated the maester, rather tactlessly. Nestor rolled his eyes.
”How?”
He demanded, stepping forward to gaze down at the pale boy, sleeping peacefully.
“A seizure, lord. Quite fatal. Nothing to be done, my Lord.”
Nestor frowned. Myranda did likewise, looking the very image of her father, save with teats.
”We should preserve the body, and wait for Lord Baelish to return. He will surely not be long.”
Said Nestor’s daughter. The lord himself was quite speechless.
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Post by Grand Admiral Chesser on Jun 17, 2020 13:29:18 GMT -5
Young sweetrobin looked even more small and fragile in death than he had in life. The sight of the small cold little body before him was jarring. So this was what the were all trying to hide. Yohn could now understand their worry. This was... troublesome. This was not what he had expected, nor what he had wanted to see. It seemed the shadow of death that had lingered over house Arryn for these many years had finally claimed it's last victim. Jon, Lysa, and now poor Robin, all gone.
What now would follow. News would have surly reached Lord Baelish. Whatever was to be done needed to be carried out soon.
He needed to find Harry.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 17, 2020 15:12:02 GMT -5
After being properly dressed, to at least look presentable, Harrold walked down the hallway to the place where Robert Arryn laid in an eternal sleep. When he arrived, however, he noticed that Alayne nor Myranda were alone. Ser Morton Waynwood waited out in the corridor with Brune, with Lady Waynwood appearing shortly after. Within the chambers, both Nestor and Yohn Royce were present. Harry was not exactly expecting this, mainly because Yohn was supposed to be out with the troops. Likely Nestor brought him in.
My Lords Royce.
He says tentatively before glancing at the bed, seeing Sweetrobin pale as snow and eyes sunken in. Harry was not ready to see that.
May he... rest with the Father and the Mother eternally.
Harrold says quietly. A sudden weight starting to bear down upon his shoulders as the realization became even more evident.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 17, 2020 15:18:32 GMT -5
"You are lord of the Vale now, boy."
Nestor's voice was low, and quiet. Myranda fetched a servant, who helped carry off the young lord of the Vale's body. They would preserve him in wine, for now, until Lord Baelish returned.
"There are none left of Arryn's line. Hail, lord Harrold."
The steward repeated, dropping to one knee.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 17, 2020 15:25:22 GMT -5
Alayne curtsied and bows to her betrothed.
I hope this doesn't get to his head...
Her blue eyes looking at Harrold inquisitively. Moments before the scene unfolded, Alayne he had noticed Mya seeking her, but there was no chance now to address her. The Lord Protector's daughter would approach her as soon as they left the room.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 17, 2020 15:28:35 GMT -5
Ser Morton and his mother, Lady Anya, did the same, although the latter had the help of her son to kneel. Harrold turned slightly, looking at his mentor and her son, then at the High Steward. The young man looked at the bed where Robert Arryn laid. The boy never liked Harrold... he never did. He could still hear the brat calling for Albar to kill Harrold during the tournament. Sometimes, the Valeman just wished the little boy would shut up!
He quietly bites his tongue under his closed lips. His gaze turns to Alayne and Myranda.
Can you two gather his toys and ensure they are buried with him? I think he would like them in the next life.
Harry decided to give a good gesture to the little Arryn who never liked him. He was but a child after all. Hardyng, soon to be Arryn, looks at the both Royces, raising his hand to indicate them to rise. Ser Morton, behind Harrold, helped his old mother stand too. The would-be Lord of the Vale looks at all those gathered, an evident exhale releasing from his mouth.
What's next? Is Lord Baelish on his way? Has someone contacted him?
Harrold would have to rely upon the lords, the knights, and all those who served both of his predecessors. The weight grew more with every passing moment as the realization settled in further.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 18, 2020 18:31:22 GMT -5
”Word has been sent, of course. We might wait for his return before settling Lord Robert’s will, as well as the matter of your betrothal”
Replied Nestor, cautiously. Myranda had ensured that a Raven was sent to the Lord Protector as speedily as could be done. Lady Royce set to work with Alayne, gathering the belongings of Sweetrobin and taking them from the chamber.
”You best have a plan, Alayne.”
Myranda hissed, once they were out of earshot of the assembled lords.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 18, 2020 19:02:32 GMT -5
”Word has been sent, of course. We might wait for his return before settling Lord Robert’s will, as well as the matter of your betrothal”Replied Nestor, cautiously. Myranda had ensured that a Raven was sent to the Lord Protector as speedily as could be done. Lady Royce set to work with Alayne, gathering the belongings of Sweetrobin and taking them from the chamber. ”You best have a plan, Alayne.”Myranda hissed, once they were out of earshot of the assembled lords. She replied, steel on her voice, something unheard of. But, she wouldn't be a victim to be played again, like when she was beaten and abused by Jeoffrey like a mere plaything. This time she would have agency, she would have a say on the matter. "It seems the time for caution is gone, my father will have his hand forced and there's no more time for plots within plots"Alayne frowns and removes the pin from her hair, the cascade of locks falling loose on the shoulders. A black that would soon be gone. "Right now our hold on the Vale is tenous at best. And Harry... well, Harry has left lovers because they gained weight"She rolls her eyes. "Robin... as you might have presumed, had no will. We have to gain time... We have to... with no will, Harry is the heir without question..."She sighs. "Unless we have one... forged"
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Post by Grand Admiral Chesser on Jun 18, 2020 19:02:51 GMT -5
”Word has been sent, of course. We might wait for his return before settling Lord Robert’s will, as well as the matter of your betrothal”Replied Nestor, cautiously. Myranda had ensured that a Raven was sent to the Lord Protector as speedily as could be done. Lady Royce set to work with Alayne, gathering the belongings of Sweetrobin and taking them from the chamber. ”You best have a plan, Alayne.”Myranda hissed, once they were out of earshot of the assembled lords. As the women departed Lord Royce looked to those assembled. "Perhaps it is best to see the estate taken care of quickly. I doubt the late Lord found time to draft anything, so matters must fall to tradition." Giving Harry a friendly nod. "Most important are oaths of fealty. You are of age and by all respects a man." Though barely. "For now you should take those of both of us Royces and Lady Waynwood. The rest can follow later." The sooner people started to associate leadership with Harry the better. "The Vale needs unity, and you need legitimacy. This would be a good first step to obtaining both"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 18, 2020 19:11:42 GMT -5
”Word has been sent, of course. We might wait for his return before settling Lord Robert’s will, as well as the matter of your betrothal”Replied Nestor, cautiously. Myranda had ensured that a Raven was sent to the Lord Protector as speedily as could be done. Lady Royce set to work with Alayne, gathering the belongings of Sweetrobin and taking them from the chamber. As the women departed Lord Royce looked to those assembled. "Perhaps it is best to see the estate taken care of quickly. I doubt the late Lord found time to draft anything, so matters must fall to tradition." Giving Harry a friendly nod. "Most important are oaths of fealty. You are of age and by all respects a man." Though barely. "For now you should take those of both of us Royces and Lady Waynwood. The rest can follow later."The sooner people started to associate leadership with Harry the better. "The Vale needs unity, and you need legitimacy. This would be a good first step to obtaining both" There were two various opinions here; one called for waiting and the other called for immediate action. Twenty years now, Harrold was a man. Anya had stated that he had been one for a long time, considering the two bastards that her ward had fathered. That was hardly a compliment and more of a stab in her cousin's side. He had not been properly educated in the ways of statecraft, only to be a knight. Everyone anticipated Robert Arryn's death, but there were steps that Harry had not been educated in yet. One part did make sense. As such, Harry looked at the two Lord Royces and his mentor, Lady Waynwood. Do I have your oaths as Lord of the Vale and Warden of the East? Your oaths to assist in helping me rule the Vale?Harry asks, looking at the three. He was no Jon Arryn, no Artys I, or any of the other great names that were in the annals of the Arryn bloodline. Anya stepped forward and bowed her head. You certainly have mine, Harry... Lord Arryn.As to be expected.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 18, 2020 19:15:32 GMT -5
”Word has been sent, of course. We might wait for his return before settling Lord Robert’s will, as well as the matter of your betrothal”Replied Nestor, cautiously. Myranda had ensured that a Raven was sent to the Lord Protector as speedily as could be done. Lady Royce set to work with Alayne, gathering the belongings of Sweetrobin and taking them from the chamber. ”You best have a plan, Alayne.”Myranda hissed, once they were out of earshot of the assembled lords. She replied, steel on her voice, something unheard of. But, she wouldn't be a victim to be played again, like when she was beaten and abused by Jeoffrey like a mere plaything. This time she would have agency, she would have a say on the matter. "It seems the time for caution is gone, my father will have his hand forced and there's no more time for plots within plots"Alayne frowns and removes the pin from her hair, the cascade of locks falling loose on the shoulders. A black that would soon be gone. "Right now our hold on the Vale is tenous at best. And Harry... well, Harry has left lovers because they gained weight"She rolls her eyes. "Robin... as you might have presumed, had no will. We have to gain time... We have to... with no will, Harry is the heir without question..."She sighs. "Unless we have one... forged"
Nestor bowed his head deeply, in deference. The Lord of the Gates was still sweating.
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