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Post by Grand Admiral Chesser on Jun 4, 2023 18:47:32 GMT -5
Lord Harmund Lefford was amongst the Westerlands delegation, listened to Rhaegar's speech, of his desire to form a Great Council. This was essentially a second treason: Rhaegar hadn't fought and defeated Robert to secure the Iron Throne for the Targaryen dynasty, he'd fought and defeated Robert to secure it for himself. Given Aerys' deep unpopularity, however, Harmund wagered few, if any, would stand against Rhaegar. One could pretend it wasn't treason if they backed the war hero of an heir against the madman King, after all.
Harmund moved quickly, or as quickly as a man his age could, through the murmuring crowd. People were still digesting Rhaegar's words and intent. Though Harmund believed none would oppose him, it was still something of a shocking revelation, and people needed time to process. He reached Lord Tywin."My Lord," Harmund spoke in a hushed tone, "we arrived too late to back Rhaegar with force of arms against the rebels, if you are to secure influence in Rhaegar's court, it would be wise to declare your support for his venture early." Patting a roll of paper tucked into his shirt pocket. "But first, I must have words with Lords Tyrell. There are plots brewing inside of plots, and I would not be caught unaware." Tywin answered.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 5, 2023 3:13:58 GMT -5
In between the council sessions, Lord Tyrell seeks out the company of Lord Tywin Lannister. He finds him shortly after his conversation with Prince Martell.
“Are the rumours of the King’s… condition true? Last week I called Stark and Tully and Arryn traitor. Now the Prince breaks bread with them and calls them his friends.”
Tyrell scratched his beard skeptically.
“What do you intend to do?”
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Post by oznerol on Jun 5, 2023 10:53:50 GMT -5
Stannis Baratheon arrives, brought to the castle by Lord Tarly, his captor. He looks sullen. Nevetherless, he comes with a number of relatives, bannermen and retainers who were alongside him defending Storm's End.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 5, 2023 12:35:37 GMT -5
As the Great Council of Harrenhal begin to cast their votes, outlooks rush over to Prince Rhaegar and the Lords Paramount with news - a small party of armored riders have arrived from the east, carrying the black standard of House Targaryen. No sooner have the outlooks finished that said riders burst into the halls of gathered lords. The banner of the royal house waving proudly, carried personally by an ebony-skinned, white-haired man that few lords would fail to recognize, if they failed to miss the silver-on-sea green seahorse emblazoned on his coat. Lucerys Velaryon purposefully strode into the hall, flanked by a score of gold cloaks. He stops before the Prince of Dragonstone and bows before speaking - though his eyes glance at the score of well-known rebel lords currently not in chains. "My Prince, congratulations on your victories against the rebels. His Grace your father has sent me to inquire about the current developments of your campaign. Since his command to deliver the rebels to King's Landing have gone unanswered, his Grace worried that something had gone amiss, especially considering the rumors of a Great Council gathering without his knowledge."Lucerys went silent and theatrically glanced around the hall. "Perhaps my Prince could elaborate on the purpose of this great gathering of lords?"Hoster sought out his bannermen, Ser Stevron Frey and Lord Walter Whent. The red-haired lord had changed out of his armor to a more comfortable fur-lined blue coat amd red cloak. "Ser Stevron, brother-in-law, it is good to see you to in good health. It is also an honor be a guest under your roof, Walter. How's your family faring?"Before Walter could speak further, he turned to hear the voice of Lord Tully approach them. Old Whent whistled sharply, getting the attention of a servant. Oi! Fetch a chair and a drink for Lord Tully!The servant scurried off to perform the task before he addressed his liege fully. Hoster, it has been some time. I hope my nephew, Edmure, is growing up to be a fine heir to Riverrun someday.The servant brings a chair and pours a cup of wine for Hoster as Walter speaks. Family is well. Harrenhal doesn't disturb them much. My three eldest are making me proud in my old age and the last two are still learning, but they will grow up fine lads.Hoster gratefully accepted the cup and the chair, smiling at Walter Whent while sitting down. His bones and muscle were aching more than he liked admitting - getting old was no fun. "Edmure is growing to be a fine lad, looking much like myself at his age. It is a great shame what happened to Brandon Stark, my boy was serving as his squire before... you know."The Starks and the Tullys had never been so tied together as they had been in the current generation. It was still awkward to talk about the dark fate of Brandon Stark and his father at the hands of the Mad King, even if Rhaegar was pushing for unseating his father. "It gladdens me to hear it, Walter. I hope the youth will bring a new vigor to these halls. I certainly think this council is a sign for a better future. If one of your boys are in need of a place to earn their knighthood, know that Riverrun will always be welcome. I'm sure Edmure and Lysa will be overjoyed to meet their cousins.""Lord Hoster." Stevron smiled placidly at his liege as the Lord of Riverrun approached. "My father sends his regards, and condolences for the death of your good-son. The realm grieves his loss."
What that would mean for the Vale was anyone's guess. Lord Jon had no male heirs of his own, for despite his best efforts he had not been able to fill Lysa's belly with an heir. "I am glad to see that you emerged unscathed, my lord."
Hoster nodded his thanks to the oldest of Old Walder's sons. "So am I, Ser Stevron. Give your father my thanks, and tell him he is missed at this gathering. How are you faring? I hope Rhaegar's men treated you fairly after your capture?"--- Lord Randyll Tarly arrived with his host in time for the vote. He made his way over to the rest of the Reachmen. A few noticed the limp and the cane he was walking with, though none dared ask him. |
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 5, 2023 13:05:06 GMT -5
As the Great Council of Harrenhal begin to cast their votes, outlooks rush over to Prince Rhaegar and the Lords Paramount with news - a small party of armored riders have arrived from the east, carrying the black standard of House Targaryen. No sooner have the outlooks finished that said riders burst into the halls of gathered lords. The banner of the royal house waving proudly, carried personally by an ebony-skinned, white-haired man that few lords would fail to recognize, if they failed to miss the silver-on-sea green seahorse emblazoned on his coat. Lucerys Velaryon purposefully strode into the hall, flanked by a score of gold cloaks. He stops before the Prince of Dragonstone and bows before speaking - though his eyes glance at the score of well-known rebel lords currently not in chains. "My Prince, congratulations on your victories against the rebels. His Grace your father has sent me to inquire about the current developments of your campaign. Since his command to deliver the rebels to King's Landing have gone unanswered, his Grace worried that something had gone amiss, especially considering the rumors of a Great Council gathering without his knowledge."Lucerys went silent and theatrically glanced around the hall. "Perhaps my Prince could elaborate on the purpose of this great gathering of lords?"Before Walter could speak further, he turned to hear the voice of Lord Tully approach them. Old Whent whistled sharply, getting the attention of a servant. Oi! Fetch a chair and a drink for Lord Tully!The servant scurried off to perform the task before he addressed his liege fully. Hoster, it has been some time. I hope my nephew, Edmure, is growing up to be a fine heir to Riverrun someday.The servant brings a chair and pours a cup of wine for Hoster as Walter speaks. Family is well. Harrenhal doesn't disturb them much. My three eldest are making me proud in my old age and the last two are still learning, but they will grow up fine lads.Hoster gratefully accepted the cup and the chair, smiling at Walter Whent while sitting down. His bones and muscle were aching more than he liked admitting - getting old was no fun. "Edmure is growing to be a fine lad, looking much like myself at his age. It is a great shame what happened to Brandon Stark, my boy was serving as his squire before... you know."The Starks and the Tullys had never been so tied together as they had been in the current generation. It was still awkward to talk about the dark fate of Brandon Stark and his father at the hands of the Mad King, even if Rhaegar was pushing for unseating his father. "It gladdens me to hear it, Walter. I hope the youth will bring a new vigor to these halls. I certainly think this council is a sign for a better future. If one of your boys are in need of a place to earn their knighthood, know that Riverrun will always be welcome. I'm sure Edmure and Lysa will be overjoyed to meet their cousins.""Lord Hoster." Stevron smiled placidly at his liege as the Lord of Riverrun approached. "My father sends his regards, and condolences for the death of your good-son. The realm grieves his loss."
What that would mean for the Vale was anyone's guess. Lord Jon had no male heirs of his own, for despite his best efforts he had not been able to fill Lysa's belly with an heir. "I am glad to see that you emerged unscathed, my lord."
Hoster nodded his thanks to the oldest of Old Walder's sons. "So am I, Ser Stevron. Give your father my thanks, and tell him he is missed at this gathering. How are you faring? I hope Rhaegar's men treated you fairly after your capture?"--- Lord Randyll Tarly arrived with his host in time for the vote. He made his way over to the rest of the Reachmen. A few noticed the limp and the cane he was walking with, though none dared ask him.
He patted the Lord of Horn Hill on the shoulder."I can see you did not get your chance to avenge yourself on Storm's End. There may be another chance yet, my friend." Tyrell looked around him to all the rebel lords walking free. It was galling. All those ransoms he had missed out on, enough to fund a dozen tourneys..."Well fought regardless. I name thee Marshal of Highgarden, and I would be honoured if you would take my son Willas as your page."
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 5, 2023 15:36:04 GMT -5
"To consult the realm's lords on the ruling of the realm, my lord Velaryon. Be welcome to join us, banner-man of mine. You have come far from the realm's ships indeed to join us here. I am delighted to inform thee that the rebels have been smashed, and the errant lords returned to the fold with sufficient reprimand. Robert Baratheon has been sent to the Wall, as befits any who aspire to the Dragon's crown. The King's peace is restored."Rhaegar replied from the dais, looking unperturbed. If the Prince had not expected his father to send men, he gave no sign. "We are in the midst of casting our lots as to whether my noble father needs better guidance. Murdering scores of great lordlings without trial and demanding the heads of two more could not have been the product of any wise counsel. Rebellion or not, we cannot suffer men of high birth to be put to death without appeal or just cause."There was a pause, and his gaze darkened."You are on the Small Council, Lord Velaryon. You can answer to our lords how the judgement was reached on this matter. I am certain neither the laws of the Conqueror or the Old King permit such transgression."The Prince of Dragonstone leaned forward. The voice was the one he used on the battlefield, and it had little trouble carrying to all ends of the hall."If no explanation is sufficient, we may assume that you yourself gave such advice. I cannot mean to put His Grace on trial, but for those that led my father astray I will have no mercy."----"My grandson was captured, but he fared well enough. The Prince has been remarkably gentle with his prisoners."Stevron saw the merit in that. It was admirably chivalrous and also made an old enemy a friend in one stroke. "I believe that things are not over yet, though." He glanced at where the Prince sat in the Great Hall. "This may get ugly again before the end. I only hope that we are not caught up in any further bloodshed."---"Lord Tarly." Greeted Mace, although the smile seemed to ring somewhat false. "We smashed Baratheon. The rebellion is over."
He patted the Lord of Horn Hill on the shoulder."I can see you did not get your chance to avenge yourself on Storm's End. There may be another chance yet, my friend." Tyrell looked around him to all the rebel lords walking free. It was galling. All those ransoms he had missed out on, enough to fund a dozen tourneys..."Well fought regardless. I name thee Marshal of Highgarden, and I would be honoured if you would take my son Willas as your page." The lord of Driftmark took a step back as the Prince directed his ire at him. Not willing to show weakness, Lucerys scowled and straightened his back. "The members of the small council are trusted bannermen handpicked by the king, as you well know. If the king finds their counsel wanting, he has the absolute right to remove them and has done so on several occasions. I have served as his Grace's master of ships for years and I have no doubt that your lord father would have made his disagreement known if I had failed in my duties."Lucerys had to contain a shudder at the thought of it. The smell of burnt flesh still haunted his memories. He thanked the gods that his family were safe back on Driftmark. "Regardless, I am not here to argue with your Grace about the King’s right to pick his own counsel. Neither am I here to argue with you about the King’s right to carry out justice in his realm, as your forebears have done since the first Aegon. I am here on his Grace’s orders to personally deliver a message, to be read before the eyes of the realm."He pulled out a scroll and held it aloft, showing off the royal seal upon it. Lucerys broke the seal and spoke with a voice that could carry orders across a ship in the worst of storms. ”By the grace of Aerys, the second of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm. He extends his warmest thanks and utmost love to those bannermen who have faithfully served his house through these troubling times. He prays to the Seven Above that this great victory will usher in a new age of peace and prosperity for his realm.
"However, where rays of the sun shines the brightest, the darkest shadows will be cast. The tireless work of his Grace’s most trusted advisors have uncovered a dark plot against House Targaryen; a plot at the very heart of the Seven Kingdoms. Until the true conspirators have been uncovered and brought to justice, the safety of all members of the royal family must be ensured. Prince Rhaegar is ordered to immediately return to King’s Landing, where the safety of Princess Elia, Prince Aegon and Princess Rhaenys is under King Aerys's personal charge.
”Prince Rhaegar is hereby relieved of his military command, and Prince Lewyn Martell of the Kingsguard is made acting commander until such a time that the King can personally command his banners. Furthermore, King Aerys hereby orders that all lords who raised their banners in the name of the rebel Robert Baratheon be escorted under armed guard to King’s Landing, where they shall face the justice of the Iron Throne.”Lucerys rolled up the scroll and looked up at Prince Rhaegar. ”Signed and sealed personally by his Grace, King Aerys, long may he reign.”--- ”It is perhaps his greatest strength at this time, I pray it not become a weakness. For our sakes as much as his.”Good kings were not necessarily kind kings, just as bad kings were not always cruel kings. Just as the tide shifted, so did the needs of the realm’s needs. A great king adapted to the tide. ”This is not over until a worthy man sits the Iron Throne. Many lords here raised our banners for such a cause. However, many lords here stood by injustice to honor their oaths. Should Aerys act against Prince Rhaegar’s plans, we may see another fracture…”And Hoster prayed that such a fracture would not lead to war. --- Randyll stayed silent while his overlord spoke. Most times he had to endure Tyrell’s overfriendliness. This time though, the more somber tone was welcoming. He looked around at the countless rebels strutting around the great hall. ”Thank you for your high praise, Lord Tyrell. Though I did not take the castle by force, it surrendered all the same. I agree, we shall see how this ’merciful’ peace of Prince Rhaegar will last.”He scowled at Mace’s proclamation, the pain in his left leg aching again. However, he bowed his head as thanks. ”I will do my utmost to honor such an appointment. Though my battle wounds currently limit me, I will make young Willas worthy of one who will one day rule the Dornish Marches.”
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Jun 5, 2023 15:50:43 GMT -5
Eddard stood tall as he heard Lucerys message unfold, his interest was certainly roused.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 5, 2023 16:16:55 GMT -5
"So you hold my family hostage against me in the same breath that you profess loyalty to my father and house. How noble, Lord Velaryon. No doubt you have served my father wisely and well."
Rhaegar lifted a hand. With a great effort, he forced himself to his feet. One leg was twisted, and would always be. He grit his teeth at the pain, let it fill him, let the anger swell. His voice became a roar, the snarl of a cornered beast.
"No man shall submit himself to this so called justice. My Father can scarce leave his own bed-chamber, and his 'trusted bannermen' jump at every shadow, at plots in the dark. I am his son, his heir, and you talk to me of treason against my house! Will you have me burned as well, I wonder, and toss my children on the pyre for good measure? You are a sad end to a storied bloodline, Ser. Shame upon the noble house of Velaryon. SHAME!"
The Prince drew naked steel from his belt and pointed it at Velaryon.
"We will have no justice with men such as this in King's Landing, holding my father by the whip hand. We are ruled not by our lawful king but by his Pyromancer, and the lickspittles around him who denigrate the honour of my own royal house."
He grimaced. Let the die be cast. He prayed to all the Gods that Lonmouth and Mooton had done their duty, for it was time to do his.
"I mean to bring true justice. Let the court of my fathers be scoured clean, and this cancer that has festered at the heart of the realm cut out. Lord Velaryon, you are under arrest for sedition and treason against the House Targaryen. Surrender peacefully, and you may yet keep your life and honour."
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"Aerys is not well loved, even for those that fought for him." Stevron saw that Rhaegar presented a legitimate and lawful alternative. He was already a popular man and well regarded as an honourable knight. "Those that could not stomach bare faced usurpation will surely stomach the darling Prince taking the reins for his failing father." It was a dangerous ploy, if Aerys had but half his wits about him. None knew how much the King truly did the ruling.
"I can sympathise. I know not what I would do if my father had lost himself to madness." Frey frowned. Walder was old, but not mad. Never mad.
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"Good man." Mace seemed more than gratified by Tarly's approval. He lowered his voice somewhat. "If it is all the same to you, I rather wish to return to Highgarden. I fear we have nothing to gain by interfering with... Family business. Let the Dragon keep their own, if you take my meaning."
He looked about him with exaggerated caution. Rhaegar had far more friends here than he remembered.
"We have spilt far too much blood for too little. I miss my woman, and the comforts of somewhere where I don't wake up with a wet backside and aching bones."
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Post by poach on Jun 5, 2023 16:25:04 GMT -5
Harmund quietly slid back amongst the small party of Lefford-aligned individuals as the tensions in the hall rose noticeably. He had with him his son, Raymar, the Lords Foote and Bettley, minor Houses sworn to the Golden Tooth, and their three sons between them, plus the few landed knights whose station wouldn't have entitled them a say in this affair, but was sufficient to see them allowed entry as spectators to the proceedings. All of them, every man in the room from every corner of the Seven Kingdoms in fact, now had their hands resting on their sword hilts.
A challenge had been issued, a confrontation, before any meaningful vote could be undertaken, and Rhaegar had risen to it. Lord Velaryon had, in effect, laid down the gauntlet for renewed civil strife: by relieving the Prince of his command of the assembled Royalist forces in so public a manner, in the midst of Rhaegar planning, and now announcing, a coup of his own, the message was unmistakable.
Pick a side, and pick it now: the King, or the Prince.
The fighting could resume in this very hall, at this very moment. Every Lord in the room who wasn't a halfwit was taking stock of his neighbours at this very moment. Harmund hoped Tywin would make his own decision soon: time was fast running out to secure the position of the Westerlands in the post-war settlement.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 5, 2023 16:44:10 GMT -5
(This is just for the lords of the Crownlands and Riverlands that started allied to the royal faction)
Of those that came with the Prince to Harrenhal and had fought with him in battle, only a handful did not acclaim him. Chief among them was House Bracken, with the mercurial Lord Jonos quickly leaving the hall. Lords Hayford, Pyle, Staunton, Crabb, and Bourrney joined him; but otherwise the vast majority remained and indicated that they supported Rhaegar by loudly cheering.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 5, 2023 17:38:19 GMT -5
"So you hold my family hostage against me in the same breath that you profess loyalty to my father and house. How noble, Lord Velaryon. No doubt you have served my father wisely and well."Rhaegar lifted a hand. With a great effort, he forced himself to his feet. One leg was twisted, and would always be. He grit his teeth at the pain, let it fill him, let the anger swell. His voice became a roar, the snarl of a cornered beast. "No man shall submit himself to this so called justice. My Father can scarce leave his own bed-chamber, and his 'trusted bannermen' jump at every shadow, at plots in the dark. I am his son, his heir, and you talk to me of treason against my house! Will you have me burned as well, I wonder, and toss my children on the pyre for good measure? You are a sad end to a storied bloodline, Ser. Shame upon the noble house of Velaryon. SHAME!"The Prince drew naked steel from his belt and pointed it at Velaryon. "We will have no justice with men such as this in King's Landing, holding my father by the whip hand. We are ruled not by our lawful king but by his Pyromancer, and the lickspittles around him who denigrate the honour of my own royal house."He grimaced. Let the die be cast. He prayed to all the Gods that Lonmouth and Mooton had done their duty, for it was time to do his."I mean to bring true justice. Let the court of my fathers be scoured clean, and this cancer that has festered at the heart of the realm cut out. Lord Velaryon, you are under arrest for sedition and treason against the House Targaryen. Surrender peacefully, and you may yet keep your life and honour."----"Aerys is not well loved, even for those that fought for him." Stevron saw that Rhaegar presented a legitimate and lawful alternative. He was already a popular man and well regarded as an honourable knight. "Those that could not stomach bare faced usurpation will surely stomach the darling Prince taking the reins for his failing father." It was a dangerous ploy, if Aerys had but half his wits about him. None knew how much the King truly did the ruling. "I can sympathise. I know not what I would do if my father had lost himself to madness." Frey frowned. Walder was old, but not mad. Never mad. ---"Good man." Mace seemed more than gratified by Tarly's approval. He lowered his voice somewhat. "If it is all the same to you, I rather wish to return to Highgarden. I fear we have nothing to gain by interfering with... Family business. Let the Dragon keep their own, if you take my meaning."He looked about him with exaggerated caution. Rhaegar had far more friends here than he remembered."We have spilt far too much blood for too little. I miss my woman, and the comforts of somewhere where I don't wake up with a wet backside and aching bones." Lucerys drew his own blade and met Prince Rhaegar's challenge. "As you drew your blade first, I hope you are ready to personally try and take my head."--- "And the Riverlands stands with the Prince, or else we will all burn."Hoster needed little imagination for his own fate should Rhaegar fail. "May we all be so lucky to live such a venerable long life as Lord Walder."Too long, if you asked the children of Old Walder. The inner workings of House Frey were known mostly through rumors, but Hoster knew the old coot well enough. --- Tarly observed the current developments at the council before simply nodding. He answered Mace with similar volume. "Agreed. I, too, long for Horn Hill. Our duty is to protect the Reach, first and foremost. Whatever the outcome, House Targaryen survives."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 5, 2023 17:45:14 GMT -5
Stannis Baratheon arrives, brought to the castle by Lord Tarly, his captor. He looks sullen. Nevetherless, he comes with a number of relatives, bannermen and retainers who were alongside him defending Storm's End. Stannis was wearing a black doublet, with a simple badge in the shape of a stag; his sword scabbard was simple, made of good leather. A man entering his middle years, with receeding hairline, honest look and a odd-looking bad hanging from neck, came behind -he seemed particularly uncomfortable and had no sword at all. Around him had gathered the wounded and defeated lords of the Stormlands, those who survived the short-lived rebellion.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 5, 2023 18:08:30 GMT -5
"I am no usurper. I am the Dragon, and the realm you claim to serve is mine by rights."
Rhaegar let the tip of the blade rest against the ground, leaning on the steel to ease the strain on his leg.
"Seize him, but do not harm him. I would not have blood spilt for no good reason."
Several lords and knights stepped forward, hands on swords. Others made to block the exit, surrounding the Goldcloaks. So, his father had handed him the Master of Ships on a platter.
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"Aye." Said Frey, with little enthusiasm. "May we all be so lucky."
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"I shall ride at first light, then."
Said Tyrell, voice tinged with regret.
"We shall take no part in this."
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 5, 2023 18:10:24 GMT -5
Stannis Baratheon arrives, brought to the castle by Lord Tarly, his captor. He looks sullen. Nevetherless, he comes with a number of relatives, bannermen and retainers who were alongside him defending Storm's End. Stannis was wearing a black doublet, with a simple badge in the shape of a stag; his sword scabbard was simple, made of good leather. A man entering his middle years, with receeding hairline, honest look and a odd-looking bad hanging from neck, came behind -he seemed particularly uncomfortable and had no sword at all. Around him had gathered the wounded and defeated lords of the Stormlands, those who survived the short-lived rebellion.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 5, 2023 18:36:23 GMT -5
Stannis was wearing a black doublet, with a simple badge in the shape of a stag; his sword scabbard was simple, made of good leather. A man entering his middle years, with receeding hairline, honest look and a odd-looking bad hanging from neck, came behind -he seemed particularly uncomfortable and had no sword at all. Around him had gathered the wounded and defeated lords of the Stormlands, those who survived the short-lived rebellion. He said, baring teeth. Baratheon looked thin and bony, sinewy, he was not like Robert, probably weighted half the Stormlander warrior did.
"I heard my brother is less of a lord today than he was a fortnight ago. I presume, my royal cousin, that you expect me and my family's sworn bannermen -albeit they are fewer than they were before this fool's errand- to bend our knees and plead for mercy. If this spares the land and its men more trouble and more bloodshed, so be it"His eyes were blue as Robert's, but did not look quite the same. There was no pride in Stannis, but something else; definetely, he was not Lyonel Baratheon back from the dead, a laughing storm. "But, if you want to use fire and timber on my flesh, for I will wear no black, I request that you spare me such a fate and grant me a death by sword; like it is a nobleman's right. In any case, for the blood shared, kill not my brother Renly: he made no harm and is a but a child, blameless and without guilt"
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