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Post by pontifex on Jun 23, 2020 16:28:04 GMT -5
"I was hoping..." yet he was distracted... "I was hoping I might have the counsel of the High Septon in that matter." He said at last. "If the Kingslayer did fuck Cersei, wouldn't that mean Myrcella is his bastard, and the product of incest? How could such rule in the Stormlands, unless I legiti..." He stopped short. "Unless I legitimized her as a Baratheon." He sat a bit more upright. "It is not Casterly Rock, but Storm's End where Myrcella and Trystane might rule. Loyal to me to the end...yes."
He rolled out of bed, pouring more wine. He had pulled his silver hair into a tight bun, but his purple eyes flashed. "Stannis will not bend the knee, if my counsel can be believed. Storm's End will never return to Stannis. The Rock...the Rock is a good bargaining chip between Devan and Jaime...the Kingslayer." His eyes narrowed, and were then downcast. "Arriane. I need to see him, to speak to him. I have to know..." He trailed off. "I have to know what he knows. My father and grand-sire are dead because of him, well, mostly because of him - but he is the last link. Eddard Stark is dead. Robert Baratheon is dead. Tywin Lannister is dead. Jon Arryn is dead. "
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 23, 2020 16:39:49 GMT -5
"It matters not who her real father is. She is Cersei's daughter, last grandchild of Tywin Lannister. She is heir to the Rock, even if her mother was a bitch."
Arianne pulled away, with a frown.
"Know what? We know he ran your grandfather through on the chair where you now sit. We know his father ordered you, your mother, and your sister killed. Clegane smashed you to pieces, Aegon. Or would have, had it been you and not some bastard boy."
The Queen paused. Her handmaid refilled her cup, and her tone softened somewhat.
"I doubt the Kingslayer lives. If he did, he would have shown his face by now, and Daven Lannister would not have so boldly turned his cloak."
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Post by pontifex on Jun 23, 2020 17:03:46 GMT -5
"Seems more a cause to have me end the whole Lannister line." He mused. "Perhaps that is justice if they lack honor and are guilty of all the crimes for which they are accused."
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 23, 2020 17:51:14 GMT -5
"Name Myrcella a Lannister, if you must. It may sit better with the Westermen."
Arianne longed to see Casterly Rock in the hands of a Martell. It would be a sweet justice for Tywin Lannister's many transgressions.
"It is never easy to wear the crown, husband. You should rest and think on it on the morrow. Your duties can wait."
Her nimble hands gently dug into his shoulders, easing out the knots, whilst she caressed his neck with a kiss.
"All save one, maybe."
The new Queen giggled mischievously.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 19, 2020 13:05:55 GMT -5
Maegor’s Holdfast was filled and cleared by Baratheon men, the tapestries and decorations taken down in preparation for the King’s own furnishings to be put up in their place. Aegon the Pretender was left in his bed, still comatose, and there was no sign of his Dornish Queen or the remaining Kingsguard. The would-be Targaryen was moved to his own quarters to be treated by the Grand Maester, while the rest of the Holdfast was scoured for any remaining nobility or potential prisoners of note. Those who had taken refuge there were sent to the dungeons to await the new King’s judgement, as Stannis began to impose his grip on the Red Keep and his kingdom as a whole.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 19, 2020 16:09:09 GMT -5
Maegor’s Holdfast was filled and cleared by Baratheon men, the tapestries and decorations taken down in preparation for the King’s own furnishings to be put up in their place. Aegon the Pretender was left in his bed, still comatose, and there was no sign of his Dornish Queen or the remaining Kingsguard. The would-be Targaryen was moved to his own quarters to be treated by the Grand Maester, while the rest of the Holdfast was scoured for any remaining nobility or potential prisoners of note. Those who had taken refuge there were sent to the dungeons to await the new King’s judgement, as Stannis began to impose his grip on the Red Keep and his kingdom as a whole. There was an item of note found with the unconscious Aegon Targaryen. The sheathed Valyrian Steel sword, Blackfyre, the ancient blade of House Targaryen and wielded by many great names of their family. Aegon the Conqueror, Maegor the Cruel, Daeron the Young Dragon, before it fell into the hands of Daemon Blackfyre and his offspring. The sword's fate was up to the decision of Stannis Baratheon.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 21, 2020 8:07:28 GMT -5
Jon Snow seeks the king.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 21, 2020 9:38:23 GMT -5
Jon is admitted into the King’s presence by Ser Godry, with Stannis now occupying a rather spartan version of his late brother’s chambers. The previous occupant was being treated by the King’s maester, and much to the King’s chagrin the head wound might prove fatal; Stannis wished to have the pretender confess his low origins and be promptly executed for his treason.
”Lord Snow.”
Baratheon was looking over finances and records that seemed to make little sense, judging from his frown.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 21, 2020 10:05:07 GMT -5
Jon is admitted into the King’s presence by Ser Godry, with Stannis now occupying a rather spartan version of his late brother’s chambers. The previous occupant was being treated by the King’s maester, and much to the King’s chagrin the head wound might prove fatal; Stannis wished to have the pretender confess his low origins and be promptly executed for his treason. ”Lord Snow.”Baratheon was looking over finances and records that seemed to make little sense, judging from his frown. Said Snow, noticing the austere environments. "I will march North soon, in less than a fortnight, I beg you to release all the prisoners into my care. They shall join the Watch. And every taken sword, lance and armor I will gladly take with me. The men at the Wall are sorely needed of good castle steel, because the smiths are truly scarce that way up North. With a few thousand more men we would be able to man the Wall from one extreme to the other and when the dead come they will not take us unprepared"
He said. "I will myself make sure the houses of the North are not idle in the following months. Because the dead are coming. Your Grace knows that is the only war that truly matters: will you come and fulfill your promise and bleed with us in the North when the time comes? It'll be a long dark night"
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 21, 2020 10:13:28 GMT -5
”You have pick of the dungeons, Lord Snow.”
The King set down the papers and turned to face the Stark bastard, who looked more and more like Lord Eddard each passing day.
”When the war for dawn comes, I will sail north and lead the battle against the dead myself. It is my duty.”
A king must defend the realm, and the Prince that was Promised was destined to fulfil that pledge. Azor Ahai or not, Stannis was not the sort of man to abandon his people to the Long Night.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 21, 2020 10:28:16 GMT -5
”You have pick of the dungeons, Lord Snow.”The King set down the papers and turned to face the Stark bastard, who looked more and more like Lord Eddard each passing day. ”When the war for dawn comes, I will sail north and lead the battle against the dead myself. It is my duty.”A king must defend the realm, and the Prince that was Promised was destined to fulfil that pledge. Azor Ahai or not, Stannis was not the sort of man to abandon his people to the Long Night. He said, with a curt nod.
"It's, indeed, as it's mine for my people and the North itself: it shall be there where the hammer of Winter will strike first and... last, if I can help it"He added. "I will leave your Grace to your Southron ambitions, but the North remembers that you helped it in its hour of greatest need. If you call for the House of Stark, you shall have our swords. We bled for you and will bleed again if needed, but not before the Dead are dealt with"
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 21, 2020 11:39:44 GMT -5
”Until we meet again, Lord Snow, when the dead march south.”
Simply replied the King, who was not a man that easily gave praise or idly flatter. However, he clearly held Ned’s bastard son in high regard, despite the stubborn Stark sense of honour. Stannis held a hand out in offering, a simple but very telling gesture of his respect.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 21, 2020 11:47:36 GMT -5
”Until we meet again, Lord Snow, when the dead march south.”Simply replied the King, who was not a man that easily gave praise or idly flatter. However, he clearly held Ned’s bastard son in high regard, despite the stubborn Stark sense of honour. Stannis held a hand out in offering, a simple but very telling gesture of his respect. Jon grabbed it firmly and then turned heels, heading for the exit, where the Kingsguard stood. "Ah..."He said, turning on the door. "Don't let this grow on you. I know you will hardly get comfortable, turn weak and too pleased with yourself like your own brother, but don't believe any of this is worth it. At the end, we're all flesh and bone and that's it"He looks at Stannis sideways. "You won. But you have to make it worth it. The lords, the ladies, they're not worth it, they're just entitled and pampered and cruel. You don't rule for them, you rule for the people who toll the earth, that sweat and bleed to feed and cloth you. They're the realm, not your Florent in-laws, nor my own sister at the Eyrie"Snow remains on the threshold for a moment. "It'd be nice, for once, to have a king who remembers that the bastards, the weak, the poor and the broken things exist. And this might be your right, but it's also both your burden and your duty. Don't let petty men and women corrupt you"
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Post by Pinkerton on Jul 21, 2020 11:48:04 GMT -5
Edmure made his way to Stannis' quarters. Tristan Ryger accompanied him. Lately, the Knight of Willow Wood had become a sort of right hand for Tully. He was cunning and diligent in ways Edmure wasn't. A perfect compliment for the Lord of Riverrun.
He would need men like that, especially to deal with the two situations that had arisen and that brought him to see the King.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 21, 2020 12:10:13 GMT -5
”Every inch I bend for them, they grasp for a handful more. I raised Davos from a lowborn smuggler to my Hand and yet he asked for nothing, save the cleaver for his fingertips.”
Stannis replied, rather bitterly. The King, like Jon, had grown weary of the grasping of the high born. They had made the realm pay in blood, and his own brother was no exception. Robert had turned a blind eye to Baelish, Cersei, Renly and the rest. Stannis would not, and could not. He paused, and turned away to face the window.
”I am not my brother. I remember my duty to the realm, You have your leave, Snow.”
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Tully is admitted by Ser Farring, with the King just having finished a rather austere luncheon of bread and broth.
”Lord Edmure. You bring news.”
Stannis noted, as a servant cleared away the remains. Baratheon took a draught of water to wash it down.
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