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Post by oznerol on Jun 26, 2020 12:17:02 GMT -5
"Lord of Harrenhal, they made you. A pretty title. Last held by Janos Slynt, whose head was removed for disobeying his Lord Commander. I feel Black Harren's curse has less to do with any ghosts but rather the men that hold it."The King nodded in the direction of Lord Snow. His jaw loosened. "The Vale's fealty has long been due. But I accept it, so long as I know who leads their armies into war."Certainly not Baelish himself. Littlefinger was adept at running brothels, but had no place on a battlefield. --- "She was trained and beaten in a King's Landing whorehouse, if her word is true. And beaten worse still by the Bastard of Bolton."Stannis glanced momentarily at Baelish. "But she lives, thanks to the Greyjoy turncloak." Said Littlefinger with a half-concealed joke. "Ser Templeton is to lead us to war. The man of high blood, Royce and Stark both"He gestured to Symond. "An able man with sword and lance, noble and respected"-- Baelish said nothing, for he had provided the girl and had her trained by few whores. But his mask remained unchanged. Sansa looked sorrowful. "I wish to have her back, as my handmaiden, if you would let her"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 26, 2020 12:17:13 GMT -5
The King looked faintly amused, a smile passing over his tightened lips. "The Lady Stark? So, that is why she suddenly re-emerged in the Vale. She was to marry you be the lady of the Vale."Stannis wondered why the lords of the Vale were so contented with affairs as they stood. Something had obviously gone awry with those plans if they had not wed yet. "Very well. I shall speak with you later, Hardyng."Harrold admitted, looking at the King. He tried his best to hold a gaze, but that stern face was hard to look at. At this point, Your Grace, there are a lot of things uncertain.Once more, the Valeman glances at Baelish. Prior to us bending the knee, and the Pretender falling upon the capital, Lord Tyrell confirmed Baelish's position until an heir of the Vale could be named. My cousin, Lady Waynwood, sent to King's Landing to speak with the High Septon to annul Sansa's marriage to the Imp so that we may marry... and even the absence of Lord Nestor Royce, the High Steward, was noted. He was sent to King's Landing. Likely to treat with the Pretender on the Lord Protector's behalf. Doubtful to aid my old cousin.Harry turns back to Stannis. Despite many already paid homage to me as the future Lord Arryn when I sent ravens to report of Lord Robert's untimely death and calling them to the Gates of the Moon.The Valeman sighs and rubs his head. Very confusing affairs, Your Grace. It has been a rather busy time for the Vale. One king to the next.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 26, 2020 12:29:09 GMT -5
"Lord of Harrenhal, they made you. A pretty title. Last held by Janos Slynt, whose head was removed for disobeying his Lord Commander. I feel Black Harren's curse has less to do with any ghosts but rather the men that hold it."The King nodded in the direction of Lord Snow. His jaw loosened. "The Vale's fealty has long been due. But I accept it, so long as I know who leads their armies into war."Certainly not Baelish himself. Littlefinger was adept at running brothels, but had no place on a battlefield. --- "She was trained and beaten in a King's Landing whorehouse, if her word is true. And beaten worse still by the Bastard of Bolton."Stannis glanced momentarily at Baelish. "But she lives, thanks to the Greyjoy turncloak." Said Littlefinger with a half-concealed joke. "Ser Templeton is to lead us to war. The man of high blood, Royce and Stark both"He gestured to Symond. "An able man with sword and lance, noble and respected"-- Baelish said nothing, for he had provided the girl and had her trained by few whores. But his mask remained unchanged. Sansa looked sorrowful. "I wish to have her back, as my handmaiden, if you would let her"
Came the king's waspish retort. He had hoped for Bronze Yohn to lead the host, but Templeton would have to suffice.
"It is time that we take the High Road. My men can disembark on their own."A few horses were being unloaded from the ships, enough for the King and his entourage to join the Lord Protector on the journey to the Gates of the Moon.
-- "I will send for her from Winterfell."Said Stannis, who had no other use for some steward's daughter. The King looked faintly amused, a smile passing over his tightened lips. "The Lady Stark? So, that is why she suddenly re-emerged in the Vale. She was to marry you be the lady of the Vale."Stannis wondered why the lords of the Vale were so contented with affairs as they stood. Something had obviously gone awry with those plans if they had not wed yet. "Very well. I shall speak with you later, Hardyng."Harrold admitted, looking at the King. He tried his best to hold a gaze, but that stern face was hard to look at. At this point, Your Grace, there are a lot of things uncertain.Once more, the Valeman glances at Baelish. Prior to us bending the knee, and the Pretender falling upon the capital, Lord Tyrell confirmed Baelish's position until an heir of the Vale could be named.Harry turns back to Stannis. Despite many already paid homage to be as the future Lord Arryn when I sent ravens to report of Lord Robert's untimely death and calling them to the Gates of the Moon.The Valeman sighs and rubs his head. Very confusing affairs, Your Grace.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 26, 2020 12:34:19 GMT -5
"It is not confusing at all, Ser. I find it to be perfectly clear."The King's heavy brow furrowed further, his eyes narrowing into blackened holes."Your lords have traded honour for coin. I find that to be typical of those with whom Lord Baelish ingratiates himself." Harrold bows his head. I am inexperienced, Sire. Forgive my youth. I still have much to learn. The maesters have been drilling me with books.Harry turns to those lords who were present. Take note of the banners, Sire. They are the ones who in his pockets. I learned that from the High Steward.He states, recalling the advice of Nestor. When I asserted myself, I saw the Yohn's Royces, the Waynwoods, the Redforts, the Belmores, and many minor nobles rise to support my claim. Others remain seated and silent. I was foolish that night though.Hardyng recalls how much that hurt his pride before looking at Stannis. I know that you will unite the Vale, Your Grace. When it is done, know that you will have my sword, my banner, and my everlasting loyalty. Just as Jon Arryn did for your late brother.
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Post by Pinkerton on Jun 26, 2020 12:36:33 GMT -5
"Lady Sansa, it is good to see you safe."
Although he did not know if being at Baelish's side was a safe position to be in. All the fond memories he had of Petyr slowly vanished as the years had passed and all that remained now was disdain for the kind of man he had become. He approached Sansa and whispered something in her ear "Once I reclaim Riverrun you are welcome to come. Winterfell will surely take you in as well. You needn't remain here..." She said, bowing her head and lowering her eyelids, looking to a side. However, the gamble of Baelish had failed, the North was not hers to grab, neither Riverrun and the Trident, now she had to bow and kneel, like any other lady, and that left a bitter taste in her mouth, no matter her kindred being alive was a balm for her. She was again at the mercy of others, powerless, without agency or control whatsoever. Sansa's resemblance to Cat perturbed Edmure. It brought back so many memories, especially of the Red Wedding.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 26, 2020 12:49:23 GMT -5
"A large castle for a little man, indeed. But I've grown fond of the ruin"Said Littlefinger with a half-concealed joke. "Ser Templeton is to lead us to war. The man of high blood, Royce and Stark both"He gestured to Symond. "An able man with sword and lance, noble and respected"-- Baelish said nothing, for he had provided the girl and had her trained by few whores. But his mask remained unchanged. Sansa looked sorrowful. "I wish to have her back, as my handmaiden, if you would let her"
Came the king's waspish retort. He had hoped for Bronze Yohn to lead the host, but Templeton would have to suffice.
"It is time that we take the High Road. My men can disembark on their own."A few horses were being unloaded from the ships, enough for the King and his entourage to join the Lord Protector on the journey to the Gates of the Moon.
-- "I will send for her from Winterfell."Said Stannis, who had no other use for some steward's daughter. Said Baelish. "My Lord Royce of Runestone and my lord of the Gates of the Moon are currently away, dealing with clansmen, else they'd lead alongside Templeton. If they're back by the time we reach the Bloody Gate he will nobly serve you, king Stannis"Baelish's horse and that of Sansa and all the lords that would join were ready, reins held by squires and pages; Sansa's mare's reins were held by a woman with raven hair and blue of eyes, Mya. --- "Thank you, my king"She said, with a bow. --- "I'm sorry if I did something to offend you, uncle"She said, remembering her ravens.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 26, 2020 13:06:51 GMT -5
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Post by Pinkerton on Jun 26, 2020 15:00:58 GMT -5
"I'm sorry if I did something to offend you, uncle"She said, remembering her ravens. He eyed Baelish while he spoke to Stannis "I'll be leaving soon. I intend to bring order back to the Riverlands now that Petyr has recognized my claim as Lord Paramount. I hope we see each other soon, Lady Sansa."
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Post by Pinkerton on Jun 26, 2020 15:02:06 GMT -5
After the official welcome by the Valelords, Lord Edmure sought Stannis so they could finally talk about the Riverlands.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 27, 2020 7:07:01 GMT -5
"Clansmen, you say. I did not think the Vale was still troubled by the Wildlings of the Mountains."
The King swiftly mounted his own horse, a black stallion brought with him from Winterfell dappled in his colours. Melisandre borrowed her own steed from the Valesmen, pausing and looking intently at Stone. A hint of recognition flickered in her flame-red eyes.
"Pardon me for my staring, lady, but you look just like our King."
A smile blessed the Red Woman's pouty lips. She took the bridle from Stone and mounted a grey gelding, Ser Suggs providing his assistance. The King looked back at them both.
"It seems the girl has caught my Red Woman's eye."
The King narrowed his eyes at Stone. She looked rather like Edric, save without those Florent ears.
"One of Robert's?"
He asked, offering Baelish a sideways glance.
Tully is offered to ride at the King's side on the High Road, where they might discuss the business in the Riverlands.
Stannis nodded sagely as his eyes flickered over the assembled lords.
"You say they support you but Baelish has you here waiting on him like a whipped cur."
The King's gaze was fiery and intense, a storm brewing behind the eyes.
"You are twenty summers, Ser, a man grown. If you acted like it, you might find that the Lords of the Vale would flock to you."
He nodded grimly.
"But I am glad for your fealty. We shall speak further when we arrive at the gates."
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 27, 2020 8:26:56 GMT -5
"You say they support you but Baelish has you here waiting on him like a whipped cur."The King's gaze was fiery and intense, a storm brewing behind the eyes. "You are twenty summers, Ser, a man grown. If you acted like it, you might find that the Lords of the Vale would flock to you."He nodded grimly. "But I am glad for your fealty. We shall speak further when we arrive at the gates." Harrold resisted the urge to grit his teeth. I have little choice. I tried to act like it before... and it got me nowhere due to those around me that are in his pockets.Harry replies one last time before nodding his head. Thank you, Sire.From there, he joins the party as they return to the Gates of the Moon.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 27, 2020 9:46:57 GMT -5
"Clansmen, you say. I did not think the Vale was still troubled by the Wildlings of the Mountains."The King swiftly mounted his own horse, a black stallion brought with him from Winterfell dappled in his colours. Melisandre borrowed her own steed from the Valesmen, pausing and looking intently at Stone. A hint of recognition flickered in her flame-red eyes. "Pardon me for my staring, lady, but you look just like our King."A smile blessed the Red Woman's pouty lips. She took the bridle from Stone and mounted a grey gelding, Ser Suggs providing his assistance. The King looked back at them both. "It seems the girl has caught my Red Woman's eye."The King narrowed his eyes at Stone. She looked rather like Edric, save without those Florent ears. "One of Robert's?"He asked, offering Baelish a sideways glance. He answered. Baelish them looks back at the bastard. He knew two handfuls of them, including the smith apprentice from King's Landing, babes fathered on whores, one or two not even the king existed sired on royal progress and... this one. Always useful to keep tabs on such things. "Indeed. The oldest, fathered when he was a boy in his spring, a ward of Lord Arryn. She handles the stables and the mules; stubborn as one she's"
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Post by Pinkerton on Jun 27, 2020 11:44:29 GMT -5
Tully is offered to ride at the King's side on the High Road, where they might discuss the business in the Riverlands.
The trotting of the horses difficulted a fluid conversation, but Edmure did his best to make himself heard "I'll be forward, I wish to ask for permission to go the Riverlands with five-thousand of your swords to bring back peace to my lands."
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 27, 2020 15:04:54 GMT -5
"I dealt with their ilk at the Wall. I can do the same here, and spare Royce the trouble."
The King gave a nod, his face looking grim.
"Proof beyond doubt that Joffrey and his ilk are bastards of the Kingslayer. In plate and mail she could pass for Renly."
Stannis bitterly replied. The realm could see such proof laid before their eyes, but still many good men would die to dispute the matter. He found himself wishing his brother and he had seen eye to eye, and shook his head to dispel the thought.
"Robert was ever the whore-monger. He kept you in business with his coin alone."
Baratheon grunted in disdain.
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"Five thousand men? You best return with another ten thousand at your back, lord Edmure, or else I will be losing men without fighting a single battle."
The King raised his voice to be heard over the clop of hooves. Rainclouds were circling overhead, threatening to soak them for their trouble.
"Fine. Retake Riverrun and ensure Seagard is open to us. We shall need a port on the western sea. Ser Horpe will ride with you."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 28, 2020 4:56:32 GMT -5
"I dealt with their ilk at the Wall. I can do the same here, and spare Royce the trouble." The King gave a nod, his face looking grim. "Proof beyond doubt that Joffrey and his ilk are bastards of the Kingslayer. In plate and mail she could pass for Renly."Stannis bitterly replied. The realm could see such proof laid before their eyes, but still many good men would die to dispute the matter. He found himself wishing his brother and he had seen eye to eye, and shook his head to dispel the thought. "Robert was ever the whore-monger. He kept you in business with his coin alone."Baratheon grunted in disdain. -- "Five thousand men? You best return with another ten thousand at your back, lord Edmure, or else I will be losing men without fighting a single battle."The King raised his voice to be heard over the clop of hooves. Rainclouds were circling overhead, threatening to soak them for their trouble. "Fine. Retake Riverrun and ensure Seagard is open to us. We shall need a port on the western sea. Ser Horpe will ride with you." He said, with a smile. "She's her father's spitting image, all that went to court or knew Robert know this. But Cersei never had a hand in the Vale"Else the girl would be dead. "He was a good client"Said Baelish, again with a faint smile curving his lips and pointy moustache. He mounted, just like Sansa did. "We cleared the roads as we came, but still a long ride to the Gates"
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