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Post by poach on Jun 6, 2023 11:30:12 GMT -5
Lord Harmund Lefford seeks out his liege, Lord Tywin Lannister, in the aftermath of the dramatic events at the Great Council.
"My Lord, we both have kin in King's Landing, whose lives are now in danger. Jaime's much more than my grandson Donnel's. I know not your intentions on backing Rhaegar, the King, or proclaiming neutrality, but we have a narrow window of opportunity while the Westerlands remains officially neutral to remove them to safety. Might I ask what your intent is, towards the, ahem, current affairs of State?"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 6, 2023 12:03:52 GMT -5
”Lord Eddard.”Rhaegar was slumped in a chair, reading a thick tome illumined by the flicker of candlelight. A harp lay nearby, unused; the muse had been elusive of late. ”Forgive me if I do not rise.” He shut the book carefully and set it to one side. ”I do not wish to waste your time, for the hour grows late.”He gazed up at Lord Stark, mouth curled into a grimace. ”I fear that the time of reckoning is at hand. I have given instructions should I not survive.” Death had come close after the battle, a reminder that the Dragon was but a mortal. It was a warning he would heed. ”Your sister waits in the Dornish marches. If you ride to Starfall, they will arrange for you to see her.” The hardness in his face softened somewhat with the memory of their happiness. ”Keep her safe from the court. And our son. Neither will be safe until I succeed.”
Eddard stepped closer into prince's chambers with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The weariness etched on Rhaegar's face did not escape his notice, and he offered a nod of understanding before taking a seat across from him.
"No need for apologies, Prince Rhaegar," Eddard replied, his voice carrying a solemn tone. "I appreciate you taking the time to see me amidst these trying times."
He leaned forward, his eyes meeting Rhaegar's with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "You speak of a reckoning, my prince. What is it that you foresee? What is this time that you believe is at hand?"
As the words left his lips, Eddard couldn't help but feel a stirring of unease. The notion of instructions given in case of the prince's demise hung heavily in the air. The reminder of mortality lingered, casting a somber shadow over their conversation.
He listened intently as Rhaegar mentioned Eddard's sister waiting in the Dornish marches and the need to keep her and their son safe. A flicker of concern flashed in Eddard's eyes, a mix of protectiveness and determination.
"You have my word, Prince Rhaegar," Eddard responded firmly. "I will ride to Starfall and ensure the safety of my sister your son. They will be shielded from the court's machinations, and I shall see to it that they find sanctuary in the North, far from harm's reach. If need arise."
The weight of their shared past, the moments of happiness and tragedy, settled upon them. Eddard's expression softened as he continued, his voice tinged with both sorrow and determination.
"I understand the stakes, Prince Rhaegar. I will not rest until your son, is safe and the realm is at peace. We have both seen the consequences of unchecked ambition and the devastating toll it takes on the innocent. I pledge to you that I will do everything in my power to ensure that justice prevails and that the sacrifices made were not in vain."
Eddard's gaze met Rhaegar's, a silent pact formed between them. In that moment, he understood the gravity of the situation, the weight of their shared responsibilities, and the path that lay ahead.
"Together, we will see this through, Prince Rhaegar," Eddard concluded, his voice resolute. "We will protect those we hold dear and strive to forge a better future for our children, for the realm."
With that, a sense of purpose and determination settled within Eddard's heart. He was ready to face the challenges ahead, to honor his word, and to fulfill the promise he had made to his sister and to Rhaegar.
The words came earnestly, without a touch of self-pity or fatalism. If the time for his song was done, so be it. His children had a song of their own, and he would not see it snuffed out before the music played. There was one at least that he could keep safe.
"I pray to the Gods to judge me justly, but it seems that only by my hand can this end."
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 6, 2023 13:49:05 GMT -5
”The oath of a king is like that of a knight.” It came suddenly, after a long silence. ”Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. In the name of the Father, be just and true…” They were words that every true man heard when the sword was dubbed upon his shoulders and the oils rubbed upon his forehead. ”Break those vows, and you are no true knight.” Rhaegar took another sip of wine. It was worse than he imagined. There was no man left to reason with. He nodded in agreement. ”You are right. I fear what he will do if backed into a corner. Though I mean to surround the city by land and sea, I am not foolish enough to give him no way out.” A wolf was at the most dangerous when surrounded, caught. It would lash out, at no thought for its own survival. ”Is there a way to bring him out of the city?” He asked suddenly. He scratched his chin contemplatively. "Your family is his trump card, and despite his madness he has enough self-preservation to see that. He can't kill them on a whim as long as you are the stronger party. Rescuing your family is the key to ending this conflict. Either through an inside man or someone can infiltrate the Red Keep, gods know how many secret tunnels is inside that castle."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 6, 2023 13:50:48 GMT -5
Rhaegar paused for a moment, and gestured with a raised hand. The knights stepped away. ”Then you are not as blind as you appear, Lord Velaryon.”The Prince of Dragonstone descended the steps with a little difficulty, using his sword to balance himself. ”Escort him to confinement.”… One of Harrenhal’s numerous towers would be used to house the imprisoned Master of Ships while the council concluded. The quartets were spartan, but not uncomfortable. Some time later, the Prince would call upon Velaryon, his being presence announced by the guards posted at the door. ”Forgive my earlier theatrics, my lord. I fear my blood has ran hot of late.” Rhaegar said, as he limped into the room. Dreams had began to trouble his sleep again ever since he had set foot in this cursed castle; his eyes were dark with weariness, and in the gloom of dusk they appeared to be almost black. He had surprised himself most of all with his loss of composure. ”I know my father had grown worse, but no man will tell me the truth of it. When I saw him last, it was like looking into the eyes of a stranger.” He eased himself into a seat opposite Velaryon. A servant poured the two some wine. Rhaegar was not known as a drinker, but he partook all the same. ”I will not ask that you betray your oath. But I will know if harm is to come to my wife and children.”Rhaegar mourned the man his father once had been. He wondered whether that man still lived somewhere, behind the wild eyes of the creature that now sat the Iron Throne. Lucerys remained silent while Rhaegar spoke, merely looking at the younger man. He gratefully accepted the wine and took a large swig of it, feeling the liquid fill him with warmth and courage. "May I speak the truth? Your father is a monster. The madness that burns in his eyes makes the court cower in fear. Any slight, real or imagined, is punished. He rules through that fear, though the small council is left to pick up the pieces and make something manageable. You know the decree that I brought? Your father's original manuscript was much more cruel. Thankfully Ser Gerold managed to reason with him and let Pycelle rewrite it."The Lord of Driftmark went quiet for a few moments, pondering his next words. "Despite everything, your father is the king. I swore my oath to him. Even if he is mad, he rightfully sits the Iron Throne. House Velaryon knows all too well what happens when House Targaryen fights itself for the crown. At least there are no Dragons nor Blackfyres left. But that spider... if there's anyone at court that fuels your father's madness, it's Varys. It was his spies that brought rumors of your council at Harrenhal. If I were you, that man's head would be severed from his neck the moment I entered the Red Keep."He put down the half-empty cup. "Your wife and children live, though their position is delicate. The King has got it in his head that Princess Elia is plotting with you to assassinate him. For now they're under armed guard in Maegor's Holdfast, but I fear their lives would be in jeopardy should you act against your father. The very fact that I am your prisoner will be known to him soon enough, and King's Landing will be the greatest fortress in the Seven Kingdoms. You may have many banners, but those walls are not to be trifled with."--- oznerol Hoster Tully seeks out Stannis Baratheon after the events of the council. "Lord Baratheon, it's an honor to finally make your acquaintance. I'm Hoster Tully." Baratheon was penning something down in a wax tablet. When Tully got close he handed whatever he was writing to a young man, tall, lanky and with flaxen hair, a turtle on his surcoat. "Lord Hoster"Stannis raised from the chair to welcome the the Riverlord. "I have yet to get used to such a title, my Lord"He added, flatly.
"I believe I saw you once or twice, but we weren't acquainted before"
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 6, 2023 15:00:02 GMT -5
Baratheon was penning something down in a wax tablet. When Tully got close he handed whatever he was writing to a young man, tall, lanky and with flaxen hair, a turtle on his surcoat. "Lord Hoster"Stannis raised from the chair to welcome the the Riverlord. "I have yet to get used to such a title, my Lord"He added, flatly.
"I believe I saw you once or twice, but we weren't acquainted before"He gave a warm smile. "That is true, and I hope to rectify our lack of acquaintance. I heard you held out against Randyll Tarly's host at Storm's End, it is very commendable."It certainly showed in Stannis's gaunt features, very much the opposite of Robert Baratheon. "From what I hear you've yet to wed? Now we are near peace, we should look to the future. My younger daughter, Lysa, was wed to Jon Arryn, though the war made them unable to consummate the marriage. She is but a few years younger than yourself. I'd like to invite you to Riverrun, Lord Stannis, so we could discuss a prospective match."
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 6, 2023 15:03:23 GMT -5
”The oath of a king is like that of a knight.” It came suddenly, after a long silence. ”Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. In the name of the Father, be just and true…” They were words that every true man heard when the sword was dubbed upon his shoulders and the oils rubbed upon his forehead. ”Break those vows, and you are no true knight.” Rhaegar took another sip of wine. It was worse than he imagined. There was no man left to reason with. He nodded in agreement. ”You are right. I fear what he will do if backed into a corner. Though I mean to surround the city by land and sea, I am not foolish enough to give him no way out.” A wolf was at the most dangerous when surrounded, caught. It would lash out, at no thought for its own survival. ”Is there a way to bring him out of the city?” He asked suddenly. He scratched his chin contemplatively. "Your family is his trump card, and despite his madness he has enough self-preservation to see that. He can't kill them on a whim as long as you are the stronger party. Rescuing your family is the key to ending this conflict. Either through an inside man or someone can infiltrate the Red Keep, gods know how many secret tunnels is inside that castle."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 6, 2023 16:13:31 GMT -5
Baratheon was penning something down in a wax tablet. When Tully got close he handed whatever he was writing to a young man, tall, lanky and with flaxen hair, a turtle on his surcoat. "Lord Hoster"Stannis raised from the chair to welcome the the Riverlord. "I have yet to get used to such a title, my Lord"He added, flatly.
"I believe I saw you once or twice, but we weren't acquainted before"He gave a warm smile. "That is true, and I hope to rectify our lack of acquaintance. I heard you held out against Randyll Tarly's host at Storm's End, it is very commendable."It certainly showed in Stannis's gaunt features, very much the opposite of Robert Baratheon. "From what I hear you've yet to wed? Now we are near peace, we should look to the future. My younger daughter, Lysa, was wed to Jon Arryn, though the war made them unable to consummate the marriage. She is but a few years younger than yourself. I'd like to invite you to Riverrun, Lord Stannis, so we could discuss a prospective match." Stannis narrows his eyes, jaw and neck tense. "Aye, I have no-one to call my bride, Lord Tully..."His eyes widened and narrowed twice. "This... this can be discussed Lord Hoster. I will take your word on the matter and ride to Riverrun"
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Post by Grand Admiral Chesser on Jun 6, 2023 18:28:45 GMT -5
”Lord Tywin. How soon can your men move to secure the city?” The Prince now descended from the chamber and moved across to the Lord of the Westerlands. ”With the Master of Ships in my hands, the royal fleet is also there for the taking. We cannot allow any chance of escape by sea.” Hiding back a feeling of internal alarm, Tywin responded with deliberate calmness. "A few days my Prince. Though, I would advise caution."
Continuing with careful respect "As you have already stated, the King is not fit of mind. I hold concern for what he may do if felt trapped." The potentialities had kept him up quite a few nights. "He has already proven to have a liking for Wildfire. What is to stop him from weaponizing it against invaders.
"If I remember my history, it was used in the past to dispose of plague victims in King's landing. The same principle could applied to invaders standing beneath its walls."
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Post by Grand Admiral Chesser on Jun 6, 2023 18:37:26 GMT -5
"Yes, quite so." Tywin mutters. "In these times it would seem that the King needs protection even from himself." With an air of legitimate concern Tywin continues. "For he is not the man I once new, and though it saddens me to say so, I fear of what he may do once word of this meet reach him." Aerys had always been rash of judgement, and had only grown worse with age. Looking around the room at the assembled lords Tywin silently hoped that whatever was being conspired would resolve quickly for word travelled fast in the seven kingdom, and the King had ears everywhere. Doran agrees looking to the man. "Yet to make open moves against him while those we care about are still in the mans power seems ill advised." Doran looks at Tywin a bit more direct. "Who knows what Aerys could do with his love of fire." Tywin answered resolutely Stroking his chin in a contemplative manner "If the Prince cannot be dissuaded from this course of action, perhaps certain precautions need to be made in order to safely extricate our interests from the city." Meeting Doran's gaze. "Tell me, do you have way to get a message into the city without it being intercepted?"
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Post by Grand Admiral Chesser on Jun 6, 2023 19:04:21 GMT -5
Lord Harmund Lefford seeks out his liege, Lord Tywin Lannister, in the aftermath of the dramatic events at the Great Council."My Lord, we both have kin in King's Landing, whose lives are now in danger. Jaime's much more than my grandson Donnel's. I know not your intentions on backing Rhaegar, the King, or proclaiming neutrality, but we have a narrow window of opportunity while the Westerlands remains officially neutral to remove them to safety. Might I ask what your intent is, towards the, ahem, current affairs of State?" Stepping closer Tywin answered "Neutrality has proven useful enough in the short term, but as you have said, that time is ending." "The balance of power has shifted to favor the Prince, and barring his death, will likely see him victorious, what is still uncertain is at what cost. Both to the realm and to the many Lords with interests in the capital; myself among them." "I have given it much thought." His eyes almost staring through Lord Lefford to somewhere else "The day the King named Jaime to the Kingsquard I thought him lost. Now fate has seen fit to tempt me with unlikely hope." Placing a hand on his belt, he raised the other toward his chest and pointed to the embroidered sigil of a snarling lion. "My father is dead, as is my wife. Before long I'll be dead, and my brothers, and their children too. All of us dead, all of us rotting in the ground. It's the family name that lives on. It's all that lives on. Not personal glory, not honor, but family. I know not if the gods will give me back my son, but regardless the Lannister name must live on." The heated emotion slowly ebbing down, to cold determination "With the rebel lords in pocket, the only other unknowns are Houses Martell and Tyrell, and I doubt either will thrown in with the king at this point, but neutrality is quite possible. Regardless, these proceedings will only last for so long. The Prince will have to move soon, and when he does, he will have the West marching with him."
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 7, 2023 3:24:06 GMT -5
”Lord Tywin. How soon can your men move to secure the city?” The Prince now descended from the chamber and moved across to the Lord of the Westerlands. ”With the Master of Ships in my hands, the royal fleet is also there for the taking. We cannot allow any chance of escape by sea.” Hiding back a feeling of internal alarm, Tywin responded with deliberate calmness. "A few days my Prince. Though, I would advise caution."
Continuing with careful respect "As you have already stated, the King is not fit of mind. I hold concern for what he may do if felt trapped." The potentialities had kept him up quite a few nights. "He has already proven to have a liking for Wildfire. What is to stop him from weaponizing it against invaders.
"If I remember my history, it was used in the past to dispose of plague victims in King's landing. The same principle could applied to invaders standing beneath its walls."
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Post by poach on Jun 7, 2023 4:17:30 GMT -5
Lord Harmund Lefford seeks out his liege, Lord Tywin Lannister, in the aftermath of the dramatic events at the Great Council."My Lord, we both have kin in King's Landing, whose lives are now in danger. Jaime's much more than my grandson Donnel's. I know not your intentions on backing Rhaegar, the King, or proclaiming neutrality, but we have a narrow window of opportunity while the Westerlands remains officially neutral to remove them to safety. Might I ask what your intent is, towards the, ahem, current affairs of State?" Stepping closer Tywin answered "Neutrality has proven useful enough in the short term, but as you have said, that time is ending." "The balance of power has shifted to favor the Prince, and barring his death, will likely see him victorious, what is still uncertain is at what cost. Both to the realm and to the many Lords with interests in the capital; myself among them." "I have given it much thought." His eyes almost staring through Lord Lefford to somewhere else "The day the King named Jaime to the Kingsquard I thought him lost. Now fate has seen fit to tempt me with unlikely hope." Placing a hand on his belt, he raised the other toward his chest and pointed to the embroidered sigil of a snarling lion. "My father is dead, as is my wife. Before long I'll be dead, and my brothers, and their children too. All of us dead, all of us rotting in the ground. It's the family name that lives on. It's all that lives on. Not personal glory, not honor, but family. I know not if the gods will give me back my son, but regardless the Lannister name must live on." The heated emotion slowly ebbing down, to cold determination "With the rebel lords in pocket, the only other unknowns are Houses Martell and Tyrell, and I doubt either will thrown in with the king at this point, but neutrality is quite possible. Regardless, these proceedings will only last for so long. The Prince will have to move soon, and when he does, he will have the West marching with him."
Harmund nodded in agreement.
"Very well, my Lord. I believe this is the best course of action: to side with the King courts defeat, and to sit neutral locks the Westerlands out of the new order the Prince is building. Between certain defeat, irrelevance, and certain victory, there is only one sensible choice."
Harmund then turned to the matter of family within the city.
"The Westerlands is still, officially, a neutral party. The King will doubtless have his suspicions, as he does of every man, woman, and child in the realm, due to our presence here at Harrenhal. That said, however, to the best of my knowledge my grandson is no prisoner within the walls of the city: the Westermen nobility are still welcome at court. I mean to advise my grandson to depart the city, and there is some possibility he could pass word to Jaime: he speaks of occasionally socialising with your son when his duties do not detain him. While this narrow window of opportunity persists, I believe it is unlikely that the affairs of the grandson of a Westerman Lord are being closely monitored by the Crown, and so I believe a message would reach young Donnel. Do you wish any such messages sent?"
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Post by trot on Jun 7, 2023 9:30:11 GMT -5
"The Kings condition is regrettable," Doran agrees looking to the man. "Yet to make open moves against him while those we care about are still in the mans power seems ill advised." Doran looks at Tywin a bit more direct. "Who knows what Aerys could do with his love of fire." Tywin answered resolutely Stroking his chin in a contemplative manner "If the Prince cannot be dissuaded from this course of action, perhaps certain precautions need to be made in order to safely extricate our interests from the city." Meeting Doran's gaze. "Tell me, do you have way to get a message into the city without it being intercepted?" Doran nods, "I believe I have a few men capable of the task. Several men loyal to my house still remain in the capital." Doran considers, "What do you have in mind Lord Lannister?". Lewyn might be able to do it and Oberyn could be trusted with the task depending on what the message entailed.
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Jun 7, 2023 11:34:44 GMT -5
Eddard stepped closer into prince's chambers with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The weariness etched on Rhaegar's face did not escape his notice, and he offered a nod of understanding before taking a seat across from him.
"No need for apologies, Prince Rhaegar," Eddard replied, his voice carrying a solemn tone. "I appreciate you taking the time to see me amidst these trying times."
He leaned forward, his eyes meeting Rhaegar's with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "You speak of a reckoning, my prince. What is it that you foresee? What is this time that you believe is at hand?"
As the words left his lips, Eddard couldn't help but feel a stirring of unease. The notion of instructions given in case of the prince's demise hung heavily in the air. The reminder of mortality lingered, casting a somber shadow over their conversation.
He listened intently as Rhaegar mentioned Eddard's sister waiting in the Dornish marches and the need to keep her and their son safe. A flicker of concern flashed in Eddard's eyes, a mix of protectiveness and determination.
"You have my word, Prince Rhaegar," Eddard responded firmly. "I will ride to Starfall and ensure the safety of my sister your son. They will be shielded from the court's machinations, and I shall see to it that they find sanctuary in the North, far from harm's reach. If need arise."
The weight of their shared past, the moments of happiness and tragedy, settled upon them. Eddard's expression softened as he continued, his voice tinged with both sorrow and determination.
"I understand the stakes, Prince Rhaegar. I will not rest until your son, is safe and the realm is at peace. We have both seen the consequences of unchecked ambition and the devastating toll it takes on the innocent. I pledge to you that I will do everything in my power to ensure that justice prevails and that the sacrifices made were not in vain."
Eddard's gaze met Rhaegar's, a silent pact formed between them. In that moment, he understood the gravity of the situation, the weight of their shared responsibilities, and the path that lay ahead.
"Together, we will see this through, Prince Rhaegar," Eddard concluded, his voice resolute. "We will protect those we hold dear and strive to forge a better future for our children, for the realm."
With that, a sense of purpose and determination settled within Eddard's heart. He was ready to face the challenges ahead, to honor his word, and to fulfill the promise he had made to his sister and to Rhaegar.
The words came earnestly, without a touch of self-pity or fatalism. If the time for his song was done, so be it. His children had a song of their own, and he would not see it snuffed out before the music played. There was one at least that he could keep safe.
"I pray to the Gods to judge me justly, but it seems that only by my hand can this end."
Eddard listened intently to Rhaegar's words, his eyes locked with the prince's. The weight of the impending task and the gravity of the choices before them hung heavily in the air. He respected Rhaegar's resolve and understood the depth of his commitment.
"You have shown great courage and conviction, Prince Rhaegar," Eddard acknowledged, his voice filled with admiration. "To strive for justice and to protect your children, to ensure their song continues, is a noble cause."
He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before continuing with a resolute tone.
"I will stand by your side in this endeavor," Eddard declared firmly. "If it is your destiny to face your father, then I will lend my sword and my loyalty to your cause. Together, we shall strive to bring about a better future for the realm."
Eddard's gaze hardened, his voice carrying a hint of determination. Thinking about Lyanna as well.
"I have seen the devastation that unchecked power and tyranny can bring," he said, recalling the harrowing memories of war. "It is a path we must strive to divert, for the sake of our children and the generations to come. We shall make sure their lives are not marred by the mistakes of the past."
The room fell silent for a moment as the weight of their shared purpose settled upon them. Eddard spoke again, his voice steady.
Eddard his tone carrying both a prayer and a pledge. "I will stand with you, Prince Rhaegar, and face whatever challenges come our way. Together, we shall forge a new path, one built on honor and justice."
With that, Eddard offered a firm nod of solidarity, knowing that their paths had converged for a reason. The journey ahead would be arduous, but they were united by a common purpose and a shared determination to see it through.
"In this quest, Prince Rhaegar, you have my loyalty," Eddard affirmed. "Let us face the future together and strive to bring about the realm we both believe in."
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 7, 2023 14:35:42 GMT -5
Gandalf - as Lyonel Frey Harwyn exhales deeply as he feels himself lose this match. The cheers and jeers continue even as Lyonel proved himself a worthy knight. Age was certainly getting to Ser Vikary and perhaps this was a sign he needed more training. Good show, Lyonel. You have proven yourself worthy of being a knight of your noble lineage. Continue being this good and you will certainly be well honored as a Knight of the Westerlands and Riverlands.The male sighs deeply, not liking defeat, but it was best not to get upset, given Lyonel was a kinsman of the Lord Tywin, his liege. - Gandalf - as Stevron Frey and Royal Joker as Hoster Tully Ser Stevron and I were just discussing the future of the Riverlands, considering these rivers experienced the most brutal of fighting.Lord Whent addresses Hoster. Might be best to ensure the Kingsroad, through our lands, is freed of any would-be bandits and troublemakers. Trade will be vital in restoring the order of the Riverlands.Walter had considered a few measures, such as reaching out to his vassals and neighbors, namely Darry, Bracken, and Mooton, in securing further alliances through his sons Lyonel, Humfrey and Damon, now that Lucas and Sarra were to be wed. He had even planned of constructing a keep at Harrentown to help further secure the area. Perhaps have Lyonel or Humfrey be raised up as a knight of that keep and monitor the road towards Darry's holdfast. I may send Lucas or Lyonel your way, Hoster, to the court of Riverrun. They are of age and could use the experience as sworn swords till its Lucas' time to succeed me.- Gandalf - as Prince Rhaegar Walter Whent, before the departure of the Prince Rhaegar, offers his younger sons, Damon or Humfrey Whent, as a page and squire in his household. Lord Whent does not forget the loyalty to House Targaryen, despite his neutrality, and hopes that his brother, Oswell, continues to serve His Grace well as a member of the Kingsguard. He remarks further that it has been a double honor to host the Prince at one of the grandest tourneys in living memory the year before and to be the chosen place where Rhaegar displayed his mercy and brilliance at the Great Council of 283 AC. House Whent would never forget the generosity and majesty of House Targaryen. - The recently risen Lord of the Eyrie, Denys Arryn, comes to see Prince Rhaegar where he is being tended to by the maesters of Harrenhal.
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