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Post by pontifex on Jun 21, 2020 13:42:36 GMT -5
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Post by pontifex on Jun 21, 2020 13:44:30 GMT -5
Ser Richard Morrigen arrived at the Dreadfort with only a token force. The Castle was weakly garrisoned and yet in spite of this, the castle was probably safe for the nonce. Richard was still recovering from his wounds but he did not hesitate. He made his way to Lady Walda's chambers to make his mission known. He awaited outside her chambers until he was permitted entry.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 21, 2020 16:31:40 GMT -5
He was admitted. Walda's belly had grown even heavier with child, and the Fat Frey was being attended by several nursemaids.
"Ser Morrigen?"
She squawked, a hint of fear in her voice.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 22, 2020 17:02:43 GMT -5
"Yes, it is I, my lady." He said as softly as years in the camps of fighting men would allow. "The King has made me castellan here, and I am charged with the safety of you and your child until he or she comes of age." He explained. "I trust you find your accommodations comfortable? Is there a maester here to attend you?"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 22, 2020 17:07:29 GMT -5
"My husband's maester, yes."
She relaxed a little at Lord Morrigen's gentle tone.
"I am safe here, I think. The child is due any day now, the midwifes say."
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Post by pontifex on Jun 22, 2020 17:18:42 GMT -5
Morrigen smiled. Another fucking monster born of Bolton seed to enter the world. In fourteen year's time, who knows what further evil would be wrought. This child would likely have two houses to avenge, Frey and Bolton. It must not be allowed. This must be why Stannis had appointed him this task. He knew what had to be done. "I will pray to Rhllor that the birth goes smoothly. Why, you are simply glowing my Lady, motherhood becomes you." He took her greasy fat hand and kissed it. "Sleep well."
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Once outside the chamber, Ser Morrigen called the maester to his chambers for a private audience.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 22, 2020 17:34:28 GMT -5
The maester entered, a shambling old man who had served the Boltons for many long years.
"My Lord Morrigen. How can I help?"
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Post by pontifex on Jun 22, 2020 17:37:53 GMT -5
"Maester, tell me. Is the lady Bolton healthy? The baby?" Morrigen searched his face for any trace of a lie.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 22, 2020 17:55:57 GMT -5
"Yes, she is a well-built woman. We expect her to deliver a baby girl any day now, if the portents hold true."
The maester sniffed. It appeared he was telling the truth.
"You need not fear for her health, my lord. The Freys are a fertile bunch, and she will be able to produce many sons should you wed her."
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Post by pontifex on Jun 23, 2020 13:53:53 GMT -5
"Very good, maester." He replied. "Who will be her wet nurse? I must needs have a word."
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 23, 2020 13:56:16 GMT -5
"May I ask why, my lord? She is in good hands, you need not fear."
The old man wrinkled his nose and sniffed again. His eyebrows were bent upwards, like two arrows.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 23, 2020 14:04:21 GMT -5
"That is what I am here to ensure, Maester. The King has entrusted me with this task and he views half measures as...treasonous more oft than not. Perhaps you would no well not to forget it." Richard said with a dark smile.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 23, 2020 14:26:59 GMT -5
"Very well, my lord. The midwives attend on Lady Walda every day, ensuring they are ready for the birth."
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Post by pontifex on Jun 23, 2020 14:33:27 GMT -5
Following the birth of the child, Richard attempts to break the window of the child's bedchamber to allow the winter air to freely flow into the room.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 23, 2020 14:34:54 GMT -5
"What are you doing, Lord?"
A Bolton guard steps forward, hand on his sword.
"You'll kill the child doing that!"
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