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Post by Gandalf on Jun 6, 2020 22:13:21 GMT -5
”You can thank my brother, Ser. I barely noticed. Perhaps it was for the best that your face did not get ruined.”
Miranda grinned. She still had all her teeth, something she was proud of - many pretty girls were ruined by a rotten mouth. She joined him on the balcony.
”Poor Alayne almost lost her betrothed, and Harry Hardyng isn’t so pretty anymore. Such a tragedy.”
At least the view was pretty. The day was coming to the end, the burnt out winter sun sinking into the earth.
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Post by Pinkerton on Jun 7, 2020 10:32:28 GMT -5
"Maybe it's for the best. A good beating on time can turn a boy into a man." Symond said "Has your brother always been prone to these... fits of rage?" Or is it another of Littlefinger's plots?
He chuckled
"I never counted my face among my strenghts, milady, but thank you." An awkward pause followed. "I know I'm not exactly charming, milady. But would your father consider, you know, ehm, a marriage?"
Symond's face turned into a strange red colour that matched the sky
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 7, 2020 14:01:35 GMT -5
"Harry almost killed him, wouldn't you be angry?"
There was a pause, and Lady Royce spent a few moments staring aimlessly at the sky. Then, Myranda turned to Templeton. A smirk slowly crept across her face.
"Charming enough. I thought my father suggested it, he or Lord Baelish."
Why else would you be here? Her smile died a little, and she exhaled. Templeton brought lands and title, a respectability and stability that she would lack as the widowed daughter of the Vale's steward. It was everything her father wanted.
"Where do your strengths lie then, Ser, if not in looks or in the tourney field?"
Randa kept her sombre countenance, though mischief glittered in her hazel eyes.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 7, 2020 16:28:38 GMT -5
After the tourney Alayne goes to Harrold's chamber and Baelish makes his way into Lord Royce's solar, both would had their way that day, no matter what of a mess virile foolhardiness had caused that day, and take profit from it.
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Post by Pinkerton on Jun 7, 2020 16:44:47 GMT -5
"Harry almost killed him, wouldn't you be angry?"There was a pause, and Lady Royce spent a few moments staring aimlessly at the sky. Then, Myranda turned to Templeton. A smirk slowly crept across her face. "Charming enough. I thought my father suggested it, he or Lord Baelish."Why else would you be here? Her smile died a little, and she exhaled. Templeton brought lands and title, a respectability and stability that she would lack as the widowed daughter of the Vale's steward. It was everything her father wanted. "Where do your strengths lie then, Ser, if not in looks or in the tourney field?"Randa kept her sombre countenance, though mischief glittered in her hazel eyes. Templeton said nonchalantly "I will be straightforward with you, milady. I find no pleasure in sharing bed with women, nor with men, as some of our acquaintances do..." The Knight of Ninestars was very calm, suprisingly. "Were we to marry, I would do my duties as husband, but I wouldn't go much further than that. I understand I need an heir, and a spare maybe, and I understand your father needs an ally. I won't restrict your freedoms, I am not a possesive man. I would only ask you to be discreet when you enjoy those freedoms, for the sake of our reputation."He paused for a second "This is a time of uncertainty and opportunity. If we are smart enough we can take advantage of those opportunities together."
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 7, 2020 17:41:33 GMT -5
Myranda didn't react at first, eyes narrowing at the Knight of Ninestars as if she was trying to discover some detail she had previously missed. She was caught off guard by his forthrightness, though whether that worked in Templeton's favour only she could say.
"I find that most agreeable, Ser."
She finally responded, brief but polite.
"I shall tell my father at once. I expect he will agree to the marriage before the moon's turn."
There was an awkward pause. Myranda took a few steps backwards, and curtsied.
"I take my leave, my lord. My father will speak with you soon."
And with that, she left.
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Baelish is of course admitted, finding Nestor sharing wine with of a few of his sworn swords.
"Leave us."
Royce abruptly waved his hand, and the men were gone, quickly bowing to Baelish before they left. Nestor stood.
"Lord Baelish. You will be relieved to hear that any enmity between my kin and Waynwood has been resolved."
Lord Royce considered proposing to marry his son to one of her kin, but thought it inappropriate to discuss at Hardyng's bedside.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 7, 2020 17:57:02 GMT -5
"Very"
He said, a faint scent of mint and cinamon floating in the air as he took a seat before the fireplace. Baelish removed his cloak, unpinning the mockingbird holding it in place, placing the fur-lined garment on the chair's back. He clasps hands on his lap.
"Your son could have screwed this land, very hard, and you know it. If he needs to I can point him in the direction of several credited pillow houses, to vent out the excess of... energy"
All of them owned by Petyr, through proxies and clients.
"Either that or he might go with the Bronze Yohn to fight some clansmen"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 7, 2020 18:16:30 GMT -5
"He will be fine, lord. Send him off to fight the clans, and he'll learn his place."
Retorted Nestor, gruffly. He'd given his son a lecture in private. Albar's brains being rattled in the joust hopefully will have knocked some sense into him.
"What about you, lord? Will you be leaving the Vale?"
Seeing as Nestor himself was not chosen to lead the attack on the Mountain Clans, that led him to guess that Peytr needed him to hold the Gates and the Vale, as he had done when Jon Arryn was away.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 7, 2020 18:53:28 GMT -5
"Aye"
He said. The clansmen would also serve as an excuse to get rid of Yohn Royce, who would sadly plummet to death in his old suit of armor. Lyn Corbray would make sure of that.
"I have to claim Harrenhal: I cannot dither anymore, the Trident must be brought to the fold"
The Lord Protector reached for a cup of hippocras.
"I shall receive oaths of fealty in that cursed fortress. I trust you the Vale in my absence, my daughter and Lord Arryn both. There is nothing more precious to me, you know as much"
He looked at him sideways, smiling: but his eyes were not, coldly looking at Royce; they were like a pair of unforgiving grey-green stones. Baelish would take his hired swords and a score of knights of the Vale to the Riverlands. The Lord Protector had already charged Brune to be Alayne's shadow. If but a hair was harmed in her head...
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 7, 2020 19:07:51 GMT -5
After the tourney Alayne goes to Harrold's chamber and Baelish makes his way into Lord Royce's solar, both would had their way that day, no matter what of a mess virile foolhardiness had caused that day, and take profit from it. When Alayne arrived, the Maester was redressing the wounds inflicted upon Harrold's head. The helmet had long been removed, but the gashes and the bruises remained. The maester would apply some herbs, wrapped in a thin cloth, which he applied directly to the bruises before using another concoction to be applied, with a fresh cloth, on the gashes. Every so often, Harry's eyes twitched, so did his lips, and his fingers. It seemed he was only slightly conscious, but too weak to resist nor rebuke what was being done. As the maester turned to grab some fresh cloth, he notices Lady Stone. Abruptly, the older male rises and bows his head. Lady Stone, I... did not see you there. Forgive me.He turns slightly to look at Harry then at her. He is... somewhat conscious. If you wish to speak with him, mi'lady. He just may not speak back.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 7, 2020 19:21:31 GMT -5
After the tourney Alayne goes to Harrold's chamber and Baelish makes his way into Lord Royce's solar, both would had their way that day, no matter what of a mess virile foolhardiness had caused that day, and take profit from it. When Alayne arrived, the Maester was redressing the wounds inflicted upon Harrold's head. The helmet had long been removed, but the gashes and the bruises remained. The maester would apply some herbs, wrapped in a thin cloth, which he applied directly to the bruises before using another concoction to be applied, with a fresh cloth, on the gashes. Every so often, Harry's eyes twitched, so did his lips, and his fingers. It seemed he was only slightly conscious, but too weak to resist nor rebuke what was being done. As the maester turned to grab some fresh cloth, he notices Lady Stone. Abruptly, the older male rises and bows his head. Lady Stone, I... did not see you there. Forgive me.He turns slightly to look at Harry then at her. He is... somewhat conscious. If you wish to speak with him, mi'lady. He just may not speak back. Said the girl, her tender blue eyes fixed on the maester. She was still dressed in the beautiful garments worn for the tourney, but she removed the soft fur-lined gloves, leaving them at the nearest tabble. "As his betrothed I shall spare no effort in taking care of him"She smiles, both eyes and lips. "If you would have me I would be thankful, Seven be praised"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 7, 2020 19:27:37 GMT -5
”Fear not, Baelish. I’ll see the girl comes to no harm. She won’t leave Randa’s sight. And Lord Robert will be well provided for. I took care of the Vale for a decade, I can manage for a few months.”
Grunted Royce in response, sounding a little aggrieved at the lack of faith Baelish placed in his abilities.
”She spoke to me of Templeton, this evening. A shrewd match, if I may say so.”
It sat well with him that his daughter found a respectable husband. A good bloodline, too. Royce could not stoop as low as others in marrying his children off to some merchant’s whelps.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 7, 2020 19:30:42 GMT -5
Said the girl, her tender blue eyes fixed on the maester. She was still dressed in the beautiful garments worn for the tourney, but she removed the soft fur-lined gloves, leaving them at the nearest table. "As his betrothed I shall spare no effort in taking care of him"She smiles, both eyes and lips. "If you would have me I would be thankful, Seven be praised"'Seven be praised indeed,' the maester muttered under his breath. Harrold had a strong head if he was able to survive this sort of punishment from a brute like Albar Royce. On the matter of assistance, the maester turns, looking at what was left to be done. Then, remembering what he was doing, the male speaks up. Ah! Yes, assistance! You could help hold his head upright for me. I need to wrap the new bandages around.The maester waves the cloth in his hand before taking a seat on the opposite side. After that, there is a potion that he needs to drink that you may give to him. Should help lessen the swelling and give him some nourishment.The male begins to wrap the bandages around Harrold's head after Alayne lifted it. You are a very lucky woman, Lady Stone. Your betrothed came out of this alive, somehow... but I fear there may be some scars.The maester gestures to the gashes here and there as they were covered up.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 7, 2020 19:42:12 GMT -5
”Fear not, Baelish. I’ll see the girl comes to no harm. She won’t leave Randa’s sight. And Lord Robert will be well provided for. I took care of the Vale for a decade, I can manage for a few months.”Grunted Royce in response, sounding a little aggrieved at the lack of faith Baelish placed in his abilities. ”She spoke to me of Templeton, this evening. A shrewd match, if I may say so.”It sat well with him that his daughter found a respectable husband. A good bloodline, too. Royce could not stoop as low as others in marrying his children off to some merchant’s whelps. A reason to worry, Myranda was far smarter than her father gave her credit for. But Alayne could handle herself, she was learning fast. "Indeed, do not think I thought otherwise. You can handle. I hope none would give you reasons of worry, with your cousin of Runestone hunting the clansmen the Vale shall remain calm. I sent ravens to him and Redfort and the lords of the Fingers -my 'kindred'-, if needed, muster more banners to deal with the savages, but it will be a quick affair"
Or he expected as much. He was slightly concerned about leaving the walled security of the Vale and the Gates of the Moon, but sometimes one had to handle things personally.
"Yes, I commented him about such a match, he found it agreeable"
Baelish had talked the dispassionate Templeton about Lady Royce and how pleasing would be for the Lord Protector himself to witness such an union. Another potential foe turned ally, for Myranda would come with a healthy dowry and the graces and favour of Baelish himself. --- Alayne followed instructions throughfully, closely listening to what the man was saying. She smells slightly citric and to blue winter roses. "Worry not, maester, a woman can love a man's heart, not only his visage"She smiled warmly.
"I prayed to the Seven to preserve his life: a few scars shall be little in comparison for not losing him. And they will remind me of his strenght"
She played her part pretty convincingly. The girl takes the vial with the potion as told by the old man with a gesture. "This one?"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 7, 2020 23:00:12 GMT -5
Alayne followed instructions throughfully, closely listening to what the man was saying. She smells slightly citric and to blue winter roses. "Worry not, maester, a woman can love a man's heart, not only his visage"She smiled warmly. "I prayed to the Seven to preserve his life: a few scars shall be little in comparison for not losing him. And they will remind me of his strenght"
She played her part pretty convincingly. The girl takes the vial with the potion as told by the old man with a gesture. "This one?"The maester replies before turning to see the vial she gestured at. Yes, that is the one. You may need to give it to him by a spoonful. It seems he can swallow a little, but the muscles in his neck aren't too... responsive.The maester had learned of that by accident when Harrold choked on some water. Thank the Seven no one saw that. He hands Alayne a spoon. Just give him half the vial. He will need more in the morning.
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