Naemidon Blackfyre
A light snort escaped the king at the suggestion that the Stark boy wasn’t the type to indulge in desires of the flesh, followed shortly by the crinkling of his lips at his daughter’s apparent naivety on the matter of men. That was a promising sign, the father decided. “Your...
Naemidon Blackfyre
Despite Vaella swiftly falling into the vacant seat across from him, Naemidon was unsure if she planned to say much at all. The only princess of the Blackfyre lineage seemed far and distant, with a contemplative expression darting her face. It reminded him of her mother...
Naemidon Blackfyre
The conversation was over in a moment.
As the hatred came spewing from Arlan’s lips, Naemidon could tolerate his vitriol no longer. The mention of Maekar and the accusation that Naemidon was who murdered him brought the Blackfyre over the edge. His body shot forward with...
"Be naht me seat to give'ya. But Lord-Flay-Me-Naht has seen fit to accommodate our king's pretty pet already."
- Captain Manderly
Despite the topic between the two war battered veterans, Manderly’s cheshire grin was wider than it had been in days. Upon Bolton’s agreement on the usage of his...
Gurn son of Gurn
The Fire Finger
From the distance between his perched tree and that of the great stone fortification, the chieftain of the Burned Men could barely make out the individual, flapping flags that covered the great keep’s walls. If he wasn’t so familiar with their design, they’d be...
King Naemidon
Reluctance
Seldom did sleep come easy in these trying times. Often, Naemidon found himself laying on his bed, the finest silks from Yi Ti to Asshai adorning the carefully plucked goose-feather pillows resting both under his head and feet. Long has his shape been memorized by the...
Naemidon Blackfyre
Indolent
‘My children.’ Naemidon growled in silence as he watched Arlan Blackfyre pour wine for his sister, disregarding have of his king’s demands when it came to apologizing. He would’ve spoken up, had the incident ended at that, but the Blackfyre King felt his ire grow...
Naemidon Blackfyre
Irate King
The Red Keep
It was fitting, in a way.
Everyone present seemed to be having an adequate time. Past rivals sat, drank and japed together in the halls of their king. Already, stories were being told that put blushes on the faces of young squires and maidens alike...
Gyles Hightower
King’s Landing - The Red Keep
There was an all too familiar rhythm once Gyles entered the room. Hightower gave the bow, his hook hand limp at his side to avoid any unnecessary tears in his tunic. Proper greetings extended between both men, with the younger of the two keeping...