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Post by oznerol on Aug 4, 2020 3:15:21 GMT -5
"When you're a low-life like I was, princess, you sometimes have to get dirty. But I never hurt anyone unprovoked or willingly. At most I've been in inn brawls"He said with a smile. Then, it increased tenfold, becoming a laughter as Shireen commented on Sansa's opinion on her own husband. "My lips are shut, Shireen. He makes a pretty lord, certainly. Oh, you better work on him, princess, I don't want him to get ruined. Least so because he's starting to have a proper beard and doesn't stop pestering me about it. Finally he doesn't look like a peach, though, the Smith be thanked"
“I will keep my eyes on him when he comes to Storm’s End with me. Father says he will make it my seat.”
He would be her protector, she supposed, though it was hard to imagine they would be doing any fighting. Queen Selyse had not been happy at the news. He added with a smile. "Aye, he told me as much. It's a princely seat, Shireen, but has many bannermen and scores of them proved unfaithful, it shan't be easy"
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 5, 2020 11:12:30 GMT -5
"I wish you could come with me, Davos. But Father needs you more than I do, I think, though he might not say it."
She smiled cheerfully, though inside she found the thought of going off to rule an entire kingdom alone quite daunting. Even worse was the prospect of her father sending someone like Uncle Axell to keep an eye on her.
"Do you think they will follow me? I know they loved uncle Renly... And feared my father, but I do not think I can inspire either in them."
Bannermen were not friends, her uncle had reminded her, but servants. They were to be loyal and obedient, without question.
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Post by oznerol on Aug 5, 2020 11:48:24 GMT -5
"I wish you could come with me, Davos. But Father needs you more than I do, I think, though he might not say it."She smiled cheerfully, though inside she found the thought of going off to rule an entire kingdom alone quite daunting. Even worse was the prospect of her father sending someone like Uncle Axell to keep an eye on her. "Do you think they will follow me? I know they loved uncle Renly... And feared my father, but I do not think I can inspire either in them."Bannermen were not friends, her uncle had reminded her, but servants. They were to be loyal and obedient, without question. He laughed at his own expense. "They have to. You better be loved than feared. Men loved Ned Stark and they bled and died for him. And if the lords cannot let you into their hearts out of malice, look elsewhere. Seek those of low birth, raise them, support them, lean on them. They shall not fail, nor waver. And when the so-called noble-born see others raised in what they believe their offices and honors they will grow faint, envious, and they will court you like merchants in the marketplace"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Aug 7, 2020 18:06:33 GMT -5
A raven arrives from the Stormlands. It bore a message from Harrold Arryn, speaking of securing a peace with Dorne. In exchange for gaining Myrcella Waters, Arryn had ensured Princess Arianne Martell's oath to Stannis Baratheon and the acknowledgment of his rule over the Seven Kingdoms. With this achieved, he states he can more focus on eliminating the rebel Aurane Waters and securing the Stormlands for His Grace, alongside Lord Morrigen.
It is stated that Myrcella Waters would arrive, by boat, to Stonehelm, then transported, by Vale Knights, to the capital. Harrold speaks of accounts from Arianne who says that Myrcella is a sweet and kind girl, nothing like her devious and traitorous mother. The Princess Martell hopes that she may find a good husband, while Lord Arryn believes it is best to give her over to the Faith as a Septa.
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Post by pontifex on Aug 8, 2020 15:03:31 GMT -5
Crane bowed before his King, and drank in his words. "Those are many houses and more, Your Grace." He responded. "I am left to assume that this is my task, to obtain such hostages as the Crown requires?"
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 9, 2020 14:52:27 GMT -5
"I wish you could come with me, Davos. But Father needs you more than I do, I think, though he might not say it."She smiled cheerfully, though inside she found the thought of going off to rule an entire kingdom alone quite daunting. Even worse was the prospect of her father sending someone like Uncle Axell to keep an eye on her. "Do you think they will follow me? I know they loved uncle Renly... And feared my father, but I do not think I can inspire either in them."Bannermen were not friends, her uncle had reminded her, but servants. They were to be loyal and obedient, without question. He laughed at his own expense. "They have to. You better be loved than feared. Men loved Ned Stark and they bled and died for him. And if the lords cannot let you into their hearts out of malice, look elsewhere. Seek those of low birth, raise them, support them, lean on them. They shall not fail, nor waver. And when the so-called noble-born see others raised in what they believe their offices and honors they will grow faint, envious, and they will court you like merchants in the marketplace"
Shireen smiled thinly, knowing that it was perhaps her fate to be like her father. Worse so, for she was not even a man.
“I will try to make father proud, if I can.”Crane bowed before his King, and drank in his words. "Those are many houses and more, Your Grace." He responded. "I am left to assume that this is my task, to obtain such hostages as the Crown requires?"
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Post by oznerol on Aug 9, 2020 15:53:14 GMT -5
"Indeed, he will not. But I will serve your father until my last day, for he raised me from a mere commoner to what you see now... a commoner, but finely dressed"He laughed at his own expense. "They have to. You better be loved than feared. Men loved Ned Stark and they bled and died for him. And if the lords cannot let you into their hearts out of malice, look elsewhere. Seek those of low birth, raise them, support them, lean on them. They shall not fail, nor waver. And when the so-called noble-born see others raised in what they believe their offices and honors they will grow faint, envious, and they will court you like merchants in the marketplace"
Shireen smiled thinly, knowing that it was perhaps her fate to be like her father. Worse so, for she was not even a man.
“I will try to make father proud, if I can.” He said.
"You already make him proud, like you do make me proud"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Aug 10, 2020 13:37:37 GMT -5
After a trip to the Vale, Lucion Lannister returns to King's Landing. Several days pass before he arrives to the Holdfast, bringing with him a few clerks. He sets down a leather bound book before the King, which was the report on his investigation thus far. It detailed dragons acquired from the merchants and 'bankers' of Gulltown, reported on the details of the gold owed by the Vale, and, as best as possible, explains the full scheme of money laundering, usury, and falsification of banking notes by Baelish in order to cover his tracks between the reigns of Robert Baratheon till his death.
After Stannis read the full report, Lucion lifts up a handkerchief to wipe his forehead. He looked a little tired.
Here is every detail that could be found.
Lucion states.
It has been an arduous affair... no wonder Tyrion drinks wine, like he did, when he was on the Small Council.
Lannister rubs his neck slightly.
It would take many years to find every piece of gold dragon, Your Grace. But we have still managed to gain a substantial amount nonetheless.
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Post by pontifex on Aug 10, 2020 17:56:26 GMT -5
Crane bowed. "It will be done, your Grace. Plenty of us suffered captivity under harsher circumstances. I will take a guard of two hundred knights with me to bring the point home to them."
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Post by oznerol on Aug 19, 2020 4:48:16 GMT -5
"Princess"
Said the bearded Devan, his face was plain, but he was rather handsome and, most importantly, had the gentle features of Davos himself, as well as his pleasant nature. He had grown almost a foot, reaching his definite height, and some stones in weight. He was nimble, hard and flat stomach and large hands, strong, the ones that could carve wood, hold a rope or held you firmly, but gently. He was dressed in cream silk, the doublet cut-through to reveal a black velvet undergarment, embroidered. He wore a livery badge with a stag.
"I've heard news from the South, Arryn seems to have moped the remains of your father's enemies. You might soon be installed at Storm's End"
He said, taking a seat before being told to, as instructed by protocol. But none of the Seaworths seemed to care about such flimsical things that only pandered egos and created unnecessary distanced between people. The king wasn't one to follow it to the minutiae either, even if he cared much about his royal dignity. Still, Davos went and go from the royal chambers as he pleased, and Devan did as much with Shireen's, something that provoked much gossiping.
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 19, 2020 11:21:12 GMT -5
Shireen was never alone, always surrounded by a gaggle of cousins, courtiers and noble ladies that had been hand picked by her mother to serve as her royal maidens. Such was the fate of royalty, to be inundated with false smiles and fair weather friends that fawned for her favour. They were all bright eyed and pretty faced, and she knew every detail of their indirections great and small, their illicit meetings with knights and squires under the eyes of the moon and stars. They surrounded her still as Devan entered.
”Will you come with me?” She asked, with a pensive expression. Black hair fell straight and thick down to her belly, a style designed to obscure the blemish on her cheek and neck. The Princess had also grown a few feet in height since she was last on Dragonstone, for her father and uncles were all men who towered above most of their peers.
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Post by oznerol on Aug 19, 2020 12:06:17 GMT -5
Shireen was never alone, always surrounded by a gaggle of cousins, courtiers and noble ladies that had been hand picked by her mother to serve as her royal maidens. Such was the fate of royalty, to be inundated with false smiles and fair weather friends that fawned for her favour. They were all bright eyed and pretty faced, and she knew every detail of their indirections great and small, their illicit meetings with knights and squires under the eyes of the moon and stars. They surrounded her still as Devan entered. ”Will you come with me?” She asked, with a pensive expression. Black hair fell straight and thick down to her belly, a style designed to obscure the blemish on her cheek and neck. The Princess had also grown a few feet in height since she was last on Dragonstone, for her father and uncles were all men who towered above most of their peers. Said Devan, a bit incredulous. He didn't pay mind to the handmaidens, whom he knew, each one of them. There was a girl in particular that had curtsied and tried to flirt with the Hand's son, but Seaworth didn't answer her advances. "I will come, of course"
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 19, 2020 17:27:33 GMT -5
She knew the girl that Seaworth thought of by second nature, having swiftly noticed her pouty looks and fluttering curtsies long before Devan himself. Shireen had thought to ask her mother to have the girl removed, but a Princess was above a feeling so base as jealousy. Besides, he was hers. Sworn to her, no-one else. Where else should I be? Nowhere save by her side.
”I had thought you might stay here with your father and brothers, to thrash the squires and all the king’s great knights.” She tried overly not to sound too relieved or pleased that he would join her. Her sworn sword, her protector. If she were Queen, she would have him in a white cloak, for royalty only ever shared their most private moments with a member of the Kingsguard. Maybe that would change in Storm’s End, when she would be a lady in her own right. Far from this stinking city, and her father and mother. In her dreams, they were there already, where she longed to throw off the armour of courtesy and protocol that all highborn ladies must wear. ”I will be doing them a great service by stealing their tormentor, Ser.” Her pale lips twisted into a smile that masked mischief, a sign of a rapport between them that had been long hidden from prying ears.
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Post by oznerol on Aug 19, 2020 17:56:33 GMT -5
"I find the capital suffocating, princess"
Said Devan, hands clasped on his lap.
"And the company of the lordlings, exhausting... some more than others"
He added. Seaworth didn't mention it, but worst among them were the Florent family, bastard and born in wedlock both. The princess had cousins and other kin who were nasty and unpleasant, haughty and entitled. He hated them all, specially since they jested at his expense and mocked him to no end as he was a swineherder. The older among the youngest big-eared lordlings were the worst, teasing and trying to bully him, albeit Devan knew how to defend himself and he didn't give mind to their infantile behavior.
"You overestimate my skills, I'm nowhere near the Kingslayer or ser Barristan Selmy, I just know where the pointy end is. I'd rather go back to our lessons with Cressen and Pylos"
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 19, 2020 18:42:56 GMT -5
”I know exactly what you mean.” She too felt the mockery behind her back. ‘Scale-face’ they called her, and worse. But never to her face. Some of her ladies she also suspected of idle gossip, for most were there for favour and kinship rather than being her real friends. The mention of Cressen made her a little melancholy, she missed the old Maester that had loved her like a grandfather. He loved her father, too, and paid dearly for it. ”I never thought I would miss Dragonstone.” Not the castle, but the people within it. It was a sad place, save for a few fond memories. A hint of her sadness touched her smile. ”Even the Wall had a sense of adventure. The Red Keep is just so dreary.” A comfortable prison for her, a bird in a cage.
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