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Celena Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Celena Lannister watched from the head table as the Martell Prince she had spoken to earlier got into a scuffle that somehow involved the Hightowers as well. She found some solace in her older brother moving over there to diffuse the situation yet a look from Leanne gave her cause to worry. Walking over to the soon to be bride, the Lion Maid linked arms with her before placing a hand on the Brax's forearm. She looked at the worried lady. "Everything will be fine Lady Leanne. This is Casterly Rock, and here the Lannister's words are law." Celena knew this firsthand when her father had been lord. Between the Lion banners that clad the walls to the gears that patrol the grounds in their red and gold armor, nowhere in Westeros did Lannister power manifest as strongly as within the halls of the Rock. Leanne nodded, though she still bit her lip, even as the sellswords were kicked out of the Great Hall, likely the Rock as well, and Prince Cayden escorted out by Ser Tidus. The Lion Maid had spotted her handmaiden practically snuggling on her feet with Lord Wilds, and she shook her head. One of the most priceless bargaining chip a lady had was her maidenhead, and Kylie looked poised to give it away like some lowborn wench. Still, at least it would be to someone who held a bit of honor on his shoulders in Roland Wilds. Turning to Leanne, Celena gestured at the empty seat at the head table, to which the two women retreated.


The young girl looked to her soon to be sister-in-law, and patiently waited. The Brax had a slight worried look on her face, one that didn't appear all festival so far, even through the planning before. Knowing she needed time, Celena merely sipped on her Arbor White as she waited for the other woman to speak first. After a moment, Leanne looked at her. "I am no fool Celena. I know that war will come to the Westerlands soon, perhaps even the morn after I lay with my husband, but must the Seven be so crude as to take Tiber away from me after a single night with him? Is the Stranger so heartless he cannot stay his cold hands away from my love so that he may see his children grow?" A tear leaked out of Leanne's eyes, to which she quickly wiped away.


Celena reached over and pulled her into a hug. Looking over the quietly sobbing woman, she spotted her eldest brother speaking with their uncle quietly about something. The Lion Maid frowned. Surely there were little more important things at a wedding festival for the groom than to make sure his bride is well pleased? Turning back to Leanne, she coo'd at the woman, thanking the Mother most of the room's attention was focused on the fight before still. "Oh hush you. It's a joyous day and it will be for some time. We both know Tiber. He's too clever for his own good. If the Stranger comes for his life, don't you think he'll imitate Lann the Clever and trick him away from the Lions for some time?" The joke managed to enticed a giggle from Leanne, who looked up with a smile despite her worries. Celena smiled, though she found it hard still to believe that anyone could love her eldest brother as much as the girl in front of her.


Reaching forward, the two women did their best to fix up the bride to be, and just as they were about finished, a figure approached the head table. Suddenly Leanne's spirit lifted instantly. With a smile on her face, she hurried to the figure so quickly Celena almost thought she leapt over it. "Cousin!" The bride quickly cried out, embracing the man tightly. The Lion Maid put on a polite smile before following at a more sober pace, and when she approached the man, she recognized him as Ser Titus Bracken, heir to Stone Hedge. Leanne however, looked absolutely animated. "Oh if you're here, is Auntie Barba as well? Where's little Emma? Or cousin Agnes?" Spotting a head of redhair nearby, the young lady in gold and purple raced towards her next target. "Cousin Agnes! It's been ages! I hear you're married? I'm so sorry I couldn't make your ceremony." She embraced the Tully happily next, before Ser Titus even had a chance to respond. Celena turned to the heir Bracken. Strangely enough, he reminded her of some Reach lord, possibly a son of one, but she couldn't quite place her hand on it.


"Well met Ser Bracken. Have you been enjoying the festivities thus far?"


To the side, she could see her eldest brother walking up to the two of them. The Lord Casterly Rock had on his usual smile and spoke to Titus with a nod of respect in his direction. "Ah, Ser Titus, good to see you and the other Riverlords' arrival. I hope the road here have not been too arduous for your party. A good show so far in the melee don't you think?" He took a sip of the wine in his hands, before continuing. "I've not the pleasure to fully fulfill my duty and welcome my new family to the Rock, have Lady Barba retired for the night? I shall not sleep easy lest I've personally welcomed her to the Rock myself."


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Casterly Rock


POV: Daeron Nymeros Martell


As soon as the door opened Daeron recognised his brother in front of him and a smile quickly spread across his face. "Daeron?" he heard Cayden say, his Dornish accent had grown lighter from his time in Essos but it was still as recognisable as it ever was, he also looked a bit older than the last time he saw him but he had expected that considering Cayden was 17 and Daeron 13 upon his departure. As Cayden moved closer towards him he prepared for a hug, he had not expected the intensity that would come with it though, as Caydens powerful arms wrapped around him he gasped slightly in surprise what has he been doing in Essos?! he screamed as he tried his best not to look winded, however despite this Daeron was left a little emotional at the reunion, he managed to keep the tears locked up but they had began to water. "Long time no see brother, it is good to see you back in one piece. I missed you."


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Casterly Rock
POV: Daeron Nymeros Martell


As soon as the door opened Daeron recognised his brother in front of him and a smile quickly spread across his face. "Daeron?" he heard Cayden say, his Dornish accent had grown lighter from his time in Essos but it was still as recognisable as it ever was, he also looked a bit older than the last time he saw him but he had expected that considering Cayden was 17 and Daeron 13 upon his departure. As Cayden moved closer towards him he prepared for a hug, he had not expected the intensity that would come with it though, as Caydens powerful arms wrapped around him he gasped slightly in surprise what has he been doing in Essos?! he screamed as he tried his best not to look winded, however despite this Daeron was left a little emotional at the reunion, he managed to keep the tears locked up but they had began to water. "Long time no see brother, it is good to see you back in one piece. I missed you."


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Cayden felt his brother breath leave him in a gasp and he couldn't help but chuckle as he let go of him as to not to crush him quite so tightly. "I have missed you to brother." He said clasping his shoulder. Cayden had changed from five years ago, he was taller and stronger, and while he was physically older it was also easy to tell he had grown, his eyes had taken a new gravity to them compared to his almost silly degree of carelessness he had when he left and when he draw back his sleeve had ridden back up to his arms for a moment, revealing a few impressive scars before he lowered his arms and covered them up again. He seemed more like their father then ever before looking at he did now. "Its been a long time and I have many stories to tell." Cayden said with a happy smile that was familiar as long as Daeron had been alive. This was the brother who watched over him, counseled him whenever he was in Dorne, and even once taught him a trick to help with his reading when he was quite young. Cayden had always been the adventurous sort, exploring the world while Daeron was content staying in Dorne but that didn't make them any less close and this moment proved that more then anything else.


"I got a gift for you." He said suddenly walking back to the bed and sitting down, gesturing for him to sit beside him. "It's back with my horse but its a scroll that details the pronunciation and spelling of High Valyrian text. I thought you might be interested in it so I picked it up off a merchant in Volantis, I got a gift for you all actually. I wouldn't be a good brother if I didn't come back from a dangerous foreign land without gifts." He said talking animatedly, this was the brother that Daeron remembered, attentive and charismatic. Even now after all these years he still thought about his family and brought gifts and presents as he always did when he'd been gone. "Hows our family been since I was gone? Is Dorne still the same? Father.." He started only to cut himself off as sadness entered his gaze, turning his eyes into seeming pools of grief, he had not been there when their father died and now with his brother beside him it became all the more real to him.


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Adrian sat alone in his house for several hours as he prepared, cooked and ate his meal. While he performed these tasks Adrian was thinking on how to bring the Guild back to glory. (#make the guild great again)


He knew of at least two people in kings landing that could finance the guilds return to power. The Queen's cousin and The Fleshmonger. For what Adrian wanted for the guild at least on the front end he needed to partner with the crown. It would give them great political influence not to mention coinage, and so long as the dealings were discreet he had no problems working with Baelish.


Determined to meet with Baelor Adrian finished up his meal and walked straight out of his home and started making his way to the red keep as that was the only way he could think to meet with the man. The streets were still as crowded as ever and Adrian hated how crowded the city was. Sometimes he wished he had the courage to just throw a few jars of The Substance and burn it all down to the ground. He has never voiced these thoughts to anyone of course as such thoughts would have him jailed and probably killed.


As Adrian walked through the city he felt something and turned behind him quickly grabbing at the feeling. What he found was what seemed to be a very very desperate man. He was wearing rags looked like he hadn't eaten in days. All in all this man has just made a terrible mistake. " You dare to try and steal from a pyromancer?" Adrian asked the man. To better make himself and other alchemists seem like real pyromancers Adrian had a small gauntlet that houses a small amount of liquid on the wrist. Adrian activated this gauntlet of his slashing a little of The Substance Adrian then kicked the man away as the fire consumed the arm of the pickpocket and quickly consumed the man entirely. Adrian continued up the stairs as the green fire consumed the man. When he got up the stairs he told the guards to drown the flame in a large amount of sand or wait for the man to be turned to ash.


As the guards moved to contain the fire Adrian continued in and waited to be lead to Baelor.


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Agnes Tully

The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, The Westerlands.​



Agnes was already half way through a goblet of Appleton cider by the time she saw her cousin ascend the short steps to the high table of the Rock, giving off a courteous bow before being almost tackled to the floor by his cousin's embrace. Agnes let out a small chuckle, watching as Titus tried to reclaim his balance, almost tripping onto the floor below "Lady Lannister!" she heard him say in playful tone "I am humbled to be in the presence of such important figures" he scratched at the patch where his eye had once been, a grin upon his face "Tiber Lannister should count himself a lucky man, when I was married my wife didn't look nearly as lovely as you do today, nor I'd wager was she as happy with the man to whom she had been wed" he laughed, though Agnes could still sense a little apprehension in his voice, his singular murky brown eye looking over the room, though it was unknown to her for what it was looking for.


"Aunt Barba is unfortunately..." Was all that Titus was able get out before Agnes heard the call of her own name, standing so as to return the embrace that her cousin offered, a pained smile reaching her lips as Leanne mentioned her own wedding, which in comparison to the large and extravagant ceremony that was being held in the Rock resembled more a funeral than a celebration of union.


"Leanne!" She greeted after freeing herself from her cousin's gentle grip, dusting off the hem of her dress, which tonight was a Tarly green, in honour of her husband and happy marriage, or at least that was what other people were supposed to think "I am sorry for not being able to host the wedding at a more convenient time so that you might attend, I must admit... It was a bit of a shock to even me and very sudden... I... I'm just glad to have made it to your own big day." She tried to look as happy as she could, this was a joyous day after all and she was happy for her cousin, though there was still a hint of sadness in her eye, being unable to tell even her own cousin how she really felt.


To her side she could hear Ser Titus sparking up a conversation with the sister of the groom, a goblet of fine mead clutched in his scarred hands "Greetings, Lady Lannister, it is truly a lovely castle that you have here, Casterly Rock certainly makes Stone Hedge seem a hovel. The festivities have been wondrous so far, especially since they have allowed me to acquaint myself with such interesting characters as yourself, though I fear my wife will have my head if she sees me talking to the lovely Lion Maid. How has your evening been thus far my lady"


She did not have time to make a reply however as the telltale clunk of boots upon hard stone heralded the arrival of Lord Tiber Lannister, the Merry Lion. "Lord Tiber" Titus said with much bravado "Or should I say cousin?" He held out a hand "The road was short, though nonetheless exciting and it allowed me a sight that I have not seen since I had two eyes to look upon it. Sellswords certain,y are plentiful here in the west, are they not?" Agnes could see the man give out a little chuckle "But I digress, it is your wedding, and I am happy to have you as part of the family, though I must warn you if you harm a single hair upon Leanne's head then I shall chase you through the seven hells, or at least I shall try, Casterly Rock is more secure than the iron bank it seems, and I fear that my sword does not strike as true as it used to, your mountain lion could probably cut me in half. Speaking of Ser Matyn I looked for him upon the melee pit,though I could not seen to find him, has the lion lost his claws?" He spoke good naturally with seemingly peaceful intentions, it was well known throughout the realm that Martyn Lannister was one of the finest swordsman in Westeros.


"I am afraid my aunt has found herself cornered by the dragon" His tone changed as he spoke, dropping his previously jovial nature, and adopting a more serious expression "Kuvira Targaryen has requested an audience with her, in her chambers to discuss several matters, what with Lord Walder's illness" Though Agnes did not see, Titus gave Tiber a knowing look, his brow furrowed "It is a dangerous time for the realm"


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Tiber Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Tiber Lannister watched as his bride-to-be flew to her family's appearance, and with a smile on his face and a drink in his hand, he walked over to join her and his sister. Walking over, he greeted the heir of Stone Hedge and the members of House Tully that he could see. Celena gave him a quick curtsy, as she did to many lords about, and the Merry Lion gave a look to the variously clothed members in front of him. Titus had on the red horse of House Bracken, whereas it seemed one of Lady Barba's precious granddaughter sported a new color, likely from her lord husband's house. The Lord of Casterly Rock had gathered from the grapevine that she had been wedded to a certain Tarly of Reach, and this would be more confirmation than anything else. This would complicated things in the future no doubt, but for now the festivities drowned out any ill temper, or at least at the surface.


At the young woman's voice, Tiber could see Leanne pull back to give her "cousin" a proper look over. Though Agnes Tully (Tarly he supposed at this point) was technically Leanne's niece, the two women were close enough in age to consider each other cousins, hence the name. The Brax's smile faded a bit, and she carefully stared at Agnes, still holding the other woman in her arms. "It's fine, these things happen." Leanne tilted her head a little. "What's wrong cousin? Are you tired from the day's events?" After a moment, her eyes widen and she leaned in close enough to whisper, quiet enough that even Tiber, closest, to them, could barely make out the words. "Mother forbid! Does your lord husband treat you ill?" Her expressions became serious, and while noticed by Celena and Tiber certainly, the two both did their best to draw attention from the two women out of etiquette than anything else.


Tiber turned to his sister as she spoke up. "My evening's been busy and eventful, but I'm content. I'm sure you're being too modest Ser Titus. Stone Hedge surely have a sort of charm that could not be matched by the Rock, especially during the winter months. The large halls are quite spacious and empty when there's no party around, I can assure you of that." She laughed politely at the jest, while Tiber chuckled.


"Aye, it's good that we have such a large family that visit from time to time, else it would be reminiscent of Harrenhal. I look forward to hosting the even larger family to visit as much as possible in the future as well, and if the Seven allows, fill the halls here with our own children to play and grow in." Tiber took a sip of his cup, and toasted it quickly at Ser Titus. "So, none of this 'lord' stuff between family. Cousin will do fine good Ser Titus. Sellswords wise, the time have become dangerous, and, whilst I wish for peace, I would prefer if it came war that we are the side with more swords in our hands. As for harming Leanne," he gave a look over to the two women, "if that should happen, I'll save you the trouble and come to Stone Hedge myself, and lay head on the block there. My brother would likely lend you his sword!" The Warden of the West laughed, while Celena smiled on politely, though Tiber got the feeling she wanted to roll her eyes as well. "There are many things within my power Ser Titus, as Lord Paramount of the Westerlands, Casterly Rock and as the Warden of the West. Forcing my younger brother to take part in a tourney against his will is not one of them. I'm sure he has his reasons, and I respect them, but if you wish to know why specifically, you'll have to ask him yourself."


Just then Ser Titus leaned in and passed the critical information to Tiber, who looked as though he was just informed of the morning's delivery of eggs to the kitchen. Before he could answered however, a large woman of a Stark came over, greeting them loudly, most likely in the tradition of the Northerners. There was a slight frown on Leanne's face before she gave a polite smile, along with Celena and bowed quickly to Ravenna Stark. Tiber seemed unfazed by the loud greeting however. "And we thank you for travelling all this way to join us in this time of happiness Ravenna Stark." He gave a quick bow to the woman, and her entourage of North men. "Not a problem, though I must say I found myself concerned for both the health and intelligence of those brigadiers that attacked you and yours, but I'm sure they will trouble good folks no longer, thanks to you and your men. Please, enjoy whatever refreshments and foodstuffs available, and let me know if you and your men require anything else."


With that and a smile, he turned back to Ser Titus, and leaned in with the same expression on his face. Though his words had the same tone as before, the Bracken could tell there was a cut of seriousness to them, though inaudible to anyone else due to the noise of the party and the low volume in which Tiber spoke. "I want to believe that her Grace wouldn't try anything within my walls, but after the actions she took after her coronation I can't be sure. If you need any assistance with the matter, don't hesitate to inform myself, my brother, or any of the Lionguards. You're correct in that these are dangerous times, and family must stick together." With that he straighten up again, and looked to the others as a whole. "Please let one of the Lionguards know if and when Lady Barba arrives, as I still wish to greet her personally. However there are some matters to which I must attend to at the moment. Leanne, Celena, will you excuse me and entertain our family here?"


Leanne gave him a smile and a nod. "Of course my lord." Celena merely gave him another polite curtsy.


Tiber turned back to Ser Titus, "Do enjoy yourselves here. We should savor what enjoyable times we have on hand, would you agree cousin? Please excuse me now." With a respectful bow, the Lord of Casterly Rock walked out of the Great Hall. Little did anyone notice, the Mountain Lion did the same moments before.


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Tiber, flanked by Martyn at his right hand and two Lionguards behind them, pushed open the door to his office, and spotted the man sitting in the chair across from his table. The office, though well furnished, wouldn't live up to many's expectations for the office of the man who controlled the largest gold deposits in Westeros. Most decorations served a function, as the shelves full of books knowledge, and the battle ready swords and shields baring the very crests of House Lannister and their branches were readied for war. Very few things were actually covered or made out of gold. With a window that showed the Sunset Sea and a balcony beyond for extra viewing pleasure, during the day quite a bit of natural light illuminated Tiber's work. Now however, the curtains were drawn on the window and the fireplace, as well as a few candles on stands, monopolized the brightness that lit the room.


The two Lionguards already in the room saluted quickly, before headed to guard the outside of the doorway, while the two newcomers took up their position. Martyn, with the mace he held earlier at his side now, leaned against one of the walls in the office, by a large bookshelf. Walking to his seat behind the desk, Tiber looked at the soldier, especially his white blond hair and, when he came to the man's front, the purple eyes. Ah, now that's what a dragon should look like. The Lord of Casterly Rock sat down behind his desk, picking up an apple from a fruit bowl on it, and took a bite, before speaking. "To whom do I owe this late night pleasure? The Golden Company captains, or the Black Dragon himself?" Tiber looked at the other man's eyes with the last part, observing his reaction as they began the audience that this "emissary" had requested.


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The Rock


The Black Dragon
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"Stoic lot, huh?" Viserys called out for the third time since he was sent into Tiber's solar, a room that lacked much of the flair his father was fond of. Viserys felt anxiety grow in him, and he kept Blackfyre in his hands, still hidden in its scabbard, but the man wasn't positive that the Lannister wouldn't dispose of him. 'Calm yourself.' He said to himself. 'It will all go well. It always does.' He controlled his breathing, eyes searching the room for every trinket Tiber kept in it, trying to find out more of the type of man he was. He found himself drawn to the fireplace and candles, eyes alight with the fire. The sound of footsteps and the door opening moments later broke Viserys from his thoughts.


The young lion, the cannibal lion, a golden lion, Viserys resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The man was less intimidating than the Black Dragon suspected. He was neither overly handsome, in Viserys' own opinion, men of Lys were the most appealing to the eye, but he didn't have a brutish nature to him either. 'What a disappointment.' He smiled brightly, the colors of the Windblown, the company his own very distant kin in Aemon Velaryon led, still covered his chest and the golden-banner on his mail. The Lannister sat down in front of him, choosing to eat an apple, an odd thing, for he should of gorged himself at the feast, or at least satisfied his appetite, and began the negotiations.


"To whom do I owe this late night pleasure? The Golden Company captains, or the Black Dragon himself?"


Viserys barely let his smile grow. He stared back into the green eyes of the Lion, the desire to laugh out loud striking him. He remained composed, but he wished to act far less formal than this lord would accept. "You are most cunning." He shifted, showing off the sword in his lap, altering the man for the purposes of transparency. "I've been discovered." A gutteral laugh did escape him this time. "Dye was not high on the list, I'm afraid to say. Salted pork, good wine, clean water, and gold for everything else was higher. And who would've thought that Wyl had a shortage of hair dyes?" His eyebrows rose in astonishment. "But yes, you're right. I am the Captain-General of the Golden Company, Viserys Blackfyre, aspiring king of Westeros and lands beyond it."


"I've come here to reach a mutually beneficial agreement. Our Houses have been close, in ways some couldn't even expect. . " His lips turned upwards into a smile. "My sympathies for your Lord Father, I heard of his recent passing. I knew him to some extent, from his time in King's Landing. . . I'd seek to strengthen the bond between the dragon and the lion. Though. . Rumors float that my dear sister is already here. Tell me you haven't declared for her, Lord Tiber?!" He said overly dramatic, clearly having some fun with the conversation thus far.


The Red Keep


Vladan
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The Grand Maester kept silent through most of Baelor's trite speech. He wanted nothing more than to throw the man off of the dome after his namesake. But he was in command of the city. . Officially. He spoke out against the Watch, but Baelor was powerless as long as Celtigar was Vladan's. And the Maester was assured that was the case. With the Master of Law gone, their loyalties were up in the air. Ordinarily Baelor might hold an edge over Vladan, but the old master of ships had made a mistake in adding his own garrison to the city's defense. Cethann hated nothing more than competition and actual work, which gave Vladan his undying support, whether he wanted to or not. Plots boiled in Vladan's mind, a way to get rid of the old man, peacefully would be preferable, he was an ally for now. But Vladan wouldn't mind knocking his head off either.


'I'll have Cethann organize a riot and let his men of the Mark handle it. All the Goldcloaks will be sent elsewhere.' He grinned sinisterly. If he had the easily corruptible Commander misplace some swords, a spear or even a crate of knives, who knows the kind of trouble a mob would make?


"Ha." He laughed, it was forced and meant to insult Baelor. "Fishermen won't go out of business. It will make them walk for an additional twenty minutes, but the security of the weakest gate when Braedon the Breaker has half of your fleet is dire. I must protest, on the grounds of the lack of experience her majesty has. This council is meant to do precisely that, and my research clearly denotes me as the most capable war leader present." He puffed his chest out, the grim smile turning sour. He stared at the Valyrian looking bastard, practically begging the man to dispute his claims.


"And on this topic. . You've shown yourself ignorant." He stressed the word with glee. "If those Houses see us as a weak and defensive power, whilst the North and Riverfolk band to the cause of the Breaker, they will not fight against us. Our raids will hit the Stormlands, revealing who's truly in control of the war. If they wanted to switch sides, or rather stay loyal, we would of received word of it. I," he stressed once more, "Would of been informed of this by now. But no one has muttered a peep." That last part worried him. Aiden Stark was sent South and word still hadn't come to him of what might of happened. Did he kill Braedon and die in the aftermath? Were they outright attacked? Was he rescuing Aerea? It seemed fitting that a Kingsguard would find the lost princess and safely deliver her back to her home. 'I should never have sent her away. . .'


"What you propose with the Riverlands is. . Possible. Far harder to achieve, a divided region that will ask greatly of us for alliances, each house asking more than the last. I will send letters to those least likely to support the cause of the Breaker, but I'm unconvinced we'll receive many loyalists. House Whent, perhaps. . "


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Cethann Celtigar
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Cethann drew his sword once his cozy position was threatened. "You speak nothing but the shite out of a cow's arse!" He roared, his three companions joining him. "I am Lord Cethann Celtigar, Lord of Claw isle, ancient house of old Valyria! Wealthiest House of the Narrow Sea!" Once, before Cethann rose and spent half of the sitting fortune, and sold half of the sitting valuables to feed his insistent hunger for attention. "What does some Ser say to a Lord? This Daeron is not my equal nor can he presume to treat me like. . Like you!"


"Tell Kay I'll write him back some other time." He told Mary, the bar maiden, "I've got an over cocked knight to kill. Come'ne ya' whoresons!" He yelled to the three other goldcloaks, all now holding their swords. "Lord Cethann Celtigar is going to make this rat arse bleed all over Gin Alley." He pushed past Hull, heading for the door. "'N where did ya' say he was?"


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BENJICOTT ''BOWMAN'' TULLY

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They say that the closest way to a mans heart is through his stomach , well in benji's case all you needed to do was get him a few drinks and from then on he'd be an open book .


Since that time benjicott had managed to drag the queensguard into the feast , he had aqquired quite a fan following of men all about him , who he would regale with stories from his past , maybe about that time he shot a wild boar from a hundred yards afar , or of that time he porked that beautiful maiden in oldtown .





"I tell you brothers that woman had the greatest ass in the seven kingdoms , I would've brought her back to riverrun with me , but alas the missus didn't really fancy her ."





The men in his company bellowed in laughter , probably being the loudest in the hall although he didn't think that that would last for long seeing that the starks had just arrived and had started conversation with none other than his little cousin .





"You must excuse me sers , family calls"





Benji got off his chair and walked straight towards the rest of the tully party almost stumbling while on the way , guess he had underestimated how drunk he really was .


Benji went straight to the bride to be and his cousin lady leanne giving her a big ol hug and then swirled her tiny frame like she was still a child .





"Ah , there she is my most beloved cousin , you know its still not too late , just give me the word and i'll escort you out of here back to riverrun forgetting this wedding even happened . If it was up to me you'd be wearing a septa's robes right now ."





Benjicott then turned to his daughter , he held her by the cheeks and gave her a kiss on the forehead .





"Agnes , you know i don't like seeing you upset and that too at such a petty thing as marriage , i'll tell you a secret , your mother and i completely loathe each other , yes we've had a few good lays but i can't stand that woman . We never had a happy marriage but you know what i wouldn't change a thing , for she gave me you and your sisters the jewels of the tully family and I'll always be grateful to her for that "





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Tiber Lannister


The Lord's Office, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Tiber Lannister watched the Black Dragon revealed himself, despite the fact that he never challenged his identity. The Merry Lion's smile grew more genuine. The Lionguards also unsheathed their swords when the Black Dragon pulled out what he presumed to be Blackfyre, while Martyn already had his weapon in his hands. When Viserys placed it on his lap, there was no doubt. It was the legendary Valyrian Steel blade used by Aegon I. The Merry Lion's expressions didn't change, but there appeared a flash of covetousness in his eyes. While it wasn't exactly common knowledge, it was no secret either that Casterly Rock had been looking for Valyrian steel to replace their long lost ancestral weapon, Brightroar. However, the flash went as quick as it came and the Warden of the West turned his attention back to the claimant of the Iron Throne in front of him.


Taking another bite of the fruit, Tiber looked at Viserys still. He gave a small chuckle. "This is strange indeed. Not only do I have two differently coated dragons in my seat, but this is quite possibly the first time I've ever been greeted in my own castle with a sword on my guests' lap. I've been told it's usually the other way around, if the salt and bread aren't offered." He chewed on the piece of fruit in his mouth, and inspected its remains in his hand by the candle light. "While we appreciate your sympathies, sympathies doesn't fund House Lannister's armies, or kill her enemies. So thank you, but I sincerely hope you came with more than just sympathies with this 'mutually beneficial agreement' you propose between House Blackfyre and House Lannister, Captain-General." He looked back at Viserys this time, and though his smile remained, his eyes liken that of a Lion studying his peer, or his prey. "The very fact that you're not dead or in chains at the moment should alleviate your concern of House Lannister's allegiance in regards to her Grace. Wouldn't you do the same thing were you in my position and you've pledged to the Red Dragon? Interesting that a Black Dragon would call a Red one his sister though, considering the length you'll likely end up taking in seizing the Iron Throne, and how that relates to the one sitting on it at the moment."


Since the first look, Tiber's eyes hadn't returned to the Valyrian Steel sword on Viserys' lap. The way he acted since the initial showing, the man might have as well pulled out a tree branch and placed it on his lap, or so it seemed.


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Celena Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Celena Lannister watched as another man, this one older than the rest, came and swept up Leanne in a large bear hug. Despite herself, Celena found herself happily laughing along as Leanne cried out in joy for her Tully cousin. They swung around a bit before slowing, and the bride stared back up from the ground on Benjicot. The Brax straightened out her dress before staring back up at her cousin from Riverrun. "It's so good to see you too cousin. No, thank you. Tiber has been nothing but the perfect lord husband to be for me and I thank you for respecting my choice to wed him, Ser Trout. While Riverrun is lovely and I hope to visit soon, I would sooner be the Lady of Casterly Rock than the Septa at Riverrun, so no thank you." She stared at her cousin in a mock stern fashion before bursting into giggle again, remembering the younger days when she would call Benjicott by his nickname, Ser Trout.


Celena couldn't help but laugh along. For the first time since the coronation, she was truly enjoying herself. Soon these friendly Tullys and Brackens would be part of her family, and while she loved nearly every Lannisters, there was always a lack of overt display of affections for one another, more so polite jokes and gifts given during visits. A sort of "properness" if one will, that was unspoken but seemingly expected of everyone. If she could the Lion Maid would have all of the Lions dancing and laughing and hugging like the Riverland Houses, at least the ones that she's met tonight. She scooted over to allow Leanne to join her and Ser Titus Bracken, since Benjicot seemed to monopolized his eldest daughter's time and attention at the moment.


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WALDER TULLY

The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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As he was drinking from his goblet, Walder was carefully taking in the multiple people around him. He wasn't in the mood to talk to people even though they had already tried. He didn't feel comfortable around all these strangers; which he had to pretend to like. Just to satisfy his suspicions, he slipped one of the knives down his sleeve. It made him feel warm. Walder finished his drink and set it back on the table, not wanting to get even the slightest bit drunk unlike his brother. Walder had a low level of respect for Benji, but he was still his brother. The right word would be tolerate; he tolerated Benji. Walder smirked as he saw his brother sway side to side. Did he even know he was drunk himself?


Walder shrugged and his eyes scanned the room for Agnes. A satisfied smile reappeared onto his face as he saw her. As he reached for his goblet again, a drunk man ran into the table and sluggishly apologized. Walder ignored him, pouring his goblet halfway walking in the other direction.





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The Rock


The Black Dragon
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"Oh don't be like that." He brushed Tiber's words off with a wave from his hand, the jovial tone persisting still. "Like you care what I do with my sister, destroyer of subjects." He grinned devilishly. He hadn't expected Tiber to be so friendly, but the man was very kind for a High Lord of Westeros to, as much as he hated the truth, a bastard. The respect came with his adopted name, something Viserys was willing to use to his full advantage. "But yes, you wanted to know more about how we can help each other. Let's cut the chatter of court spies and speak like men, eh? I'd prefer not to read into subtext tonight." His smile brightened. It was another ploy Viserys often used on more rugged men, those who might see a military figure as simple minded or straight forward. It would earn him some points with Tiber, he assumed, and give Viserys a greater chance to judge the man within the conversation.


"I wasn't aware you had enemies, Lord Lannister." He admitted. "The Ironborn, which were defeated, persist you still? Or is it another. .Force?" His smile grew three sizes. "For the sake of brevity, here is my proposal. Feel free to offer any conditions afterwards, and we can. .Negotiate, if you're so inclined." He paused, looking at the Lionguards around him. "I want the throne. That's no secret. I am. . Not a legitimate son, but in hectic times like these, that won't matter. Armies will win a crown, not birth right. And I say I'm more experienced leading armies than most Westerosi." He paused, thinking his next words carefully. He had to make an offering to Tiber, something that would earn him his trust and also give him incentive to continue on the path with Viserys. "I can promise you high keeps and dead enemies, but words are wind, and until I have the resources to twist my words into spears and swords, I am stuck with promises. ."


He shifted, slowly, as to not alert the guards. "I can promise you the destruction of the Ironborn, to the last child. You can have the islands, use them as a military outpost, a colony for criminals, give them to lords you hate and take their valuable land away. I care not. But rapists and pillagers won't be allowed to live in my kingdom. It benefits everyone, surely you can see that after their spontaneous strike on Fair Isle." He began to stand. "Storm's End may need a new lord, or a new lord may need to marry into the Baratheon line. A Lannister dynasty that spans two great fortresses? My, I can't say many other lords can ever claim the same honor." He tried to appeal to the infamous Lannister pride and greed. Tiber was a vicious man, or so the rumors painted him, but here he seemed pleasant. Viserys hoped it wasn't a mistake with the offer.


"But they are promises. You want a sign of my devotion." He gripped the sword's scabbard, careful to keep the blade concealed. "A token of my friendship. The sword of a king." He placed it on the desk, the pommel facing Tiber. "It's yours to do with as you wish. Remove all the decorative dragons and replace them with lions. Reforge it, I'm not sure why you might want to, with the exception of having it specialized to a certain man. Wield it with honor. . "


His smirk grew, Viserys thought he had him. "But. . Kuvira and House Targaryen will never accept their ancestral sword in the hands of another. And if you were to suddenly acquire a sword of this metal, rumors might spread. To hide Blackfyre would be a waste of a good weapon." He sat back down, looking at the lord. "That's what I can give you now. Support me, or if you'd rather, support no one else in the war, and we can become better friends once I have my kingdom. Keep your soldiers hold up in the West, we'll let the Stag and my sisters bloody each other, and then I will come in. Declare for me and the realm will follow, I am sure of it."


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Tiber Lannister


The Lord's Office, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Tiber Lannister may be many things, but certainly not a man to make the same mistake twice. He had been surprised by the desperation of Queen Kuvira, in regards to bringing back the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch against all odds just for the slim chance of sparking a civil war in the Westerlands once again. He certainly didn't expect to be handed Aegon the Conqueror's sword, though this time he didn't so much as raise an eyebrow. Like the Red Dragon, the Black Dragon had shown just how much he needed House Lannisters, while all the young man in front of him could work off of was rumors and tell tales of what Tiber might want. The Merry Lion smiled inwardly to himself; he could get used to this sort of position in the game. He listened and watched the man opposite of him place the legendary sword on his desk, pummel facing him. Reaching forward slowly and deliberately, Tiber grasp the sword before holding it to the side, all the while watching Viserys. Martyn walked over, took the sword carefully, and pulled it an inch out of scabbard, and tested the sword in his hands. At the same time Tiber spoke to the Black Dragon.


"I care not what you do with the Ironborns. They've killed a fair share of my people and I would confidently say we've done the same. I'm sure a few of my bannermen would support your... campaign against them, though House Wilds and others might object to your methods of slaying every single last one of them. I know the discontentment's still there from what I did at Tarbeck Hall. I care not for the rock islands either, though your suggestion of military outposts is tempting. Before I get to that though, I only truly care about their fleet, and either repurposing those ships for ourselves at Lannisport in the best of scenarios or sending every last vessel to convene with their precious Drowned God in the worst. As for your strategy for the war against them..." He looked over to Martyn, who gave him a nod. "I assumed it would be funded by Lannister Gold, and possibly Westermen blood as well. Sinking all of their vessels is one thing, but to mount amphibious assaults on their fortresses? To hunt every last one of the Ironborns down? For a few useless rocks, likely with whatever fortifications on them requiring massive renovations to even use them as military outposts? Not quite as tempting as it first sounded."


Martyn placed the sword back into the sheath, before gently placing it on to Tiber's desk once again, though in a neutral position this time. "We both know that if I were to have one of mine married into House Baratheons, or vice versa, the various lords in the Stormlands would make quite sure that it will be House Baratheon that rules over them, with their influence at Storm's End, even if a doe marries a lion. Otherwise they would rise up in continuous rebellion that will likely take generations to put down, if ever. All the while soldiers and funds will come from the Westerlands over to the Stormlands, and that's without taking into accounts of possible attacks against the Rock or her bannermen. A generous offer to rule two kingdoms and two great fortresses, were I a shortsighted man. Fortunately for House Lannister, I am not." The Warden of the West sat back in his chair, while his brother went back to his original position, though the Mountain Lion was looking at the sword on the table more than anything else.


"So the only offer I can view favorably would be the sword of Aegon the Conqueror, and my what an offer it is. So few houses now have Valyrian steel weapons in their arsenal, and admittingly, we the lions lost ours so long ago and have been looking for a replacement ever since. It's quite the prize, possibly priceless. The question is, is it worth all the gold and swords of House Lannister?" Tiber paused here, placed his hands together, and looked at the eyes of Viserys with an expressionless gaze; it contrasted the polite smile still on the Merry Lion's face. After a while, he sat up and reached for the sword. When the Lord of Casterly Rock reached it, he pushed it slightly towards Viserys, and spoke again. "No, I don't think even the great Aegon I's sword is worth all of that. However here are some terms that you might want to think about, as those are House Lannister's price in the coming war. I will speak plainly: they are high, but I think when you sit on the Iron Throne, you will be well pleased with the results."


Tiber sat up straight now, and his smile barely there. "The destruction of the Iron Fleet is a must; the security of my people is paramount to me, and for that to happen, I wish for absolute dominance of the Sunset Sea north of the Shield Islands. I'll also accept your generous offer of Blackfyre here, and for that, I'll exclude you from two terms I proposed to her Grace: the exclusive trade rates for Lannisport in all of Westeros and the same for food stocks from the Reach. However, I will add one more thing. I made a promise to my little sister that I would not marry her off against her wishes, so if you happen to win her heart, you have my blessings to wed her. However, I will need you to take a Lannister for your wife, and an offspring of that union, likely the first capable male, will sit on the Iron Throne after you. They may retain the name of Blackfyre, or whatever else you choose, it matters little to me so long as Lannister blood flows in their veins and they are raised aware of that fact. May I suggest Relina, my cousin? She's of a ripe age for marriage and in need of a husband anyways, and from what people tell me, quite easy on the eyes though she doesn't garner as much attention as my sister. In regards to your Ironborn assault, my term for that is simple: the only frontline Westermen troops and ships be used as auxiliary. We'll play the support role in regards to resupply and repair. Between the Redwyne Fleet and the Royal Fleet, this should make little difference for you once you ascend to the Iron Throne. Lastly, due to some previous obligations, I will require House Tyrell to step down from their positions as Lord Paramount of the Mander and the Warden of the South, as well as the rights to name a successor. The gold roses have proven themselves inadequate for their posts, and I'm a man of my word, as you may find out later, hopefully to your pleasure."


Tiber sat back into his chair. "There's no need to give me a definite answer at the moment. There are a few people I need to speak to before I retire to bed tonight, and the festival will happen for a few more days. Return to me with an answer before then, else I'll assume it's the negative. Keep your sword until then as well. It would not be right for me to take it now. Let it be the sign of the agreement between our houses should we come to an agreement. If you like we can arrange a room here for you at the castle, and while it is large, the possibility of running into her Grace or one of her Queensguards might cause you to want to board elsewhere, I can understand that. Now, if there's nothing else?" Tiber sat on the edge of his seat, getting ready to get up regardless of the answer, as to shake the man's hand or otherwise.


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Storm's End, The Stormlands


POV: Braedon Baratheon
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"Call off your guard and let's talk. Inside or out, whichever suits you. But we'll discuss your... ambitions."


The Northerner’s new harsh tone replaced what was once a foolhardy one, the man’s patience undoubtedly running low. It was a gratifying moment for the Baratheon, who chuckled the comment off, almost certain it would strike a nerve.


“We can negotiate the terms, but you won't get much better than this. It saves your life and allows House Baratheon to continue as Lord Paramounts. You tried to kill her, for Gods sake, the mercy that is being shown to you won't be offered a second time."


“Not quite the answer I was looking for,” Braedon responded almost in a playful tone. “Honestly, you can do better than that.” His eyes drifted over to the Stark’s hands, instinctively reaching for the blade at his side before returning to a more friendly position. Clearly, he was frustrated, and he was doing an abysmal job at trying to hide it.


Braedon took a few steps towards Aiden, the distance between them now minimal. “I never tried to kill anyone,” he whispered, making sure that his words would reach Aiden’s ears and his ears only. “If I recall correctly, the Crown’s biggest enemies are young handmaidens. Tells you something about Her Grace, does it not?” That would be more than enough to get his blood boiling, yet Braedon still wasn’t satisfied.


“I wonder why they sent you—you’re not the best negotiator, are you?” He asked. “No offense of course, we all have our own talents.” Braedon paused, taking a moment to study Aiden. “So then... what exactly is yours?” He attempted his best to maintain a serious tone, still looking over the man in front of him.


“Ah, I think I’ve got it.”


Breaking eye contact with the Stark, Braedon glanced over to Lord Walder in the distance. “The Crown—their greatest threat is a handmaiden and their most powerful weapon is an old lord.” The Baratheon let the Stark think to himself for a few seconds, though he was quick to strike again. “You’re a fool if you think you can hide behind him.”


“I believe this meeting is over,” he finished, now taking steps away from Aiden. “Though, you may be right. Perhaps the title of Lord Paramount is no longer fit for House Baratheon after all.”


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Ser Albert Lannister

The Dragon's Lion
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"Apoligies, Lady Barba. I meant no offense." Albert said as he smiled.


Not a short moment later, Ser Benjicott had his arms around his shoulders, trying to usher him away from the rest of House Tully. Albert didn't resist. Albert wouldn't have budged no matter how much bigger Ser Benjicott was if he did. Although it wasn't his selling point in a fight, Albert was deceptively stronger than what someone of his frame would suggest. And he was more than likely the third best warrior the Westerlands had to offer, only behind that of his cousin Martyn and the famous Ser Roland Wilds. He gestured with his hand to order the guards who were with him to escort Lady Barba in his stead.


Albert walked into the Great Hall with Ser Benjicott as a show of good faith. He tried to stand back as the man indulged himself in stories and ale. Albert was just there, with the usual smirk on his face.


While Albert was against the notion of drinking, he did partake in it from time to time. It's the inability to hold one's liquor that makes a man vile. This event was different, however, as Albert just preferred to observe.


He saw the rest of House Tully greet the newlyweds. There were brief exchanges of greetings and pleasantries, but Albert was far enough not to hear them. The bursts of laughter and music also didn't help. It was just normally really rare for Albert to be in a festive mood. He wasn't the type. Albert's attention slowly drifted to the same Tully maiden from outside, seemingly alone and disconnected from the rest of her House as each and every one of them had things to keep them busy. Albert could fairly remember that Ser Benjicott had three daughters. This was, in all likelihood, the second-born Gwenys.


Albert looked at her for a while, trying not to be caught staring, as she seemed lost in all that was happening around her. Albert felt fascinated as he observed the young woman's features. But while he wanted to approach and talk to her, there were more reasons why he shouldn't. There would be many implications given his standing and how things are now in the political world of Westeros. Albert gave a deep sigh before letting out a chuckle. "In another life, then." he thought to himself.


It was high time that he returned to his charge. At this moment, Lady Barba would've already been escorted by his colleagues to where the Queen was. With everyone focused on enjoying themselves, now was the perfect time to disappear from the festivities. Albert easily sneaked out of the Great Hall and slowly made his way to the Queen.


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CASTERLY ROCK


POV: DAERON NYMEROS MARTELL


Daeron was joyful as Cayden returned his feelings, it seems that despite all the adventures he would go on family was still one of the most important things to him. Despite feeling familiar to Daeron physically Cayden had changed a lot during his 5 away, he was taller, stronger and perhaps the most surprising of all was the look of maturity. Daeron looked concerned as Cayden rolled up his sleeves to reveal the scars covering his arm ever the trouble maker eh? Although Daeron was strictly against violence he did not wish to ruin the wood, "You have many stories to tell huh? Well you happen to be speaking to a good listner." Daeron jested although it was actually true, he was more suited for taking in information than giving out. Daeron felt like he was once again in Sunspear, growing up Cayden had been the best older brother he could have asked for, always looking out for him and helping out. Daeron may never be able to repay that.


As Cayden began to speak of a gift Daeron face lit up even more but he soon regained his composure, "You did not need to bring home gifts Cayden, swing you home again is more than enough." Daeron meant that but he was also very intrigued about the gift, he became even more so when Cayden described it High Valyrian huh? Daeron chuckled a little "A bit ironic but truth betold the Dragonlords have always interested me." Although even despite this Daeron was an avid reader, of course Cayden knew that even after so many years he was attentive and caring to his family.


Daeron suddenly changed once their father was brought up... A sad expression of dispair, fear and regret spread across his face. "Not easy... I am embarrassed to say it but truth be told I am unsure how the others have handled it, not long after we lost him I... I isolated myself to the Water Gardens, rarely leaving them only to visit the common folk. But in memory of father I still practice with my spear even though it vexes me so."


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Alyn of Hull

Eel Alley, King's Landing, The Crownlands.​



Alyn gave off a simple smirk, enjoying the scene before him. Celtigar's reaction was not unexpected and he had known that his lie would be enough to get the goldcloaks out of the warm safety of the inn and into a less public location. Alyn had dealt with men like him before, even fought alongside them, they were all the same: selfish creatures with loyalty as consistent as the waters of the Blackwater Bay men who would jump ship the moment that their position was challenged, he did not want men like that defending the city, his city, nor it seemed did Lord Baelor.


He allowed the man to finish his ranting, giving off no physical reaction except the raise of a singular silver eyebrow when Celtigar called himself the richest man in the Narrow Sea, something he found amusing considering he worked for Lord Velaryon. "Ser Daeron awaits your arrival at the Iron Gate and he has set up his own headquarters in the old abandoned fort by the city walls, he claims to be unable to handle the stench of the goldcloaks current abode and says that it is infested with rats, though that last part may have a been a metaphor" It was a well known fact about the city that the fort to which he was referring had been abandoned for years due to lack of men to man it, and had not seen use since before Alyn's time in the city. It was desolate and unkempt and served as a perfect location to carry out Lord Baelor's orders without the prying eyes of others, something for which Alyn was thankful "If you wish I can escort you there now, I am sure Ser Daeron will appreciate you going in weapons drawn, he has been trying to remove you from office since he first arrived in the city, and you are about to give him just the excuse he needs."


Baelor Velaryon

The Red Keep, King's Landing, The Crownlands.​



Baelor gritted his teeth, growing increasingly irritated as Vladan continued to speak his mind, the man seemingly trying to undermine Baelor with every word he spoke. It was a remarkable trick he did, discrediting all of Baelor's contributions without adding a single idea of his own, and were they discussing less important matters he may have been impressed, though the severity of their situation caused his frown to grow more pronounced upon his lips. We're Baelor a younger man, he would have punished the Maester for his insults, and mayhaps have his brother arrange a certain accident to make sure that Vladan may not spread such lies again, but now that he was getting on in years he merely found his slights to be distasteful and inappropriate.


'Mayhaps, old man, you shall not be as quick to speak to me in such a manner when you find out what is happening to your puppet in the watch' Baelor thought, knowing that even as they spoke Celtiagar was being removed from office. With him out of the picture Baelor could install his own son into the now vacant position and from there weed out all of the weak links inside of the City Watch, and make them more like his own garrison, or mayhaps even Ser Daeron Stokeworth's who was currently leading the Crownlands forced inside of the city. Now that was a commander, not some rat like Celtigar and his men.


"You know as well as I do, that it is not the walk that is the problem" Baelor replied after a fashion, refilling his now empty goblet "If the fishermen think that we no longer care for them then there shall be riots, strikes, revolts, these are things that at the current time the city is not prepared for and I am not willing to risk the consequences of such things" He locked eyes with Vladan, his violet to the Maester's blue "You say the queen is inexperienced but she has lived in this city, her whole life, been amongst its people, she is a kind girl and she knows the running shoes of this city better than anyone, besides," he said taking a small sip before putting the goblet back in its place, suddenly losing his thirst "If you want to dispute her word then you must ride quickly for Casterly Rock, it was not a request Grand-Maester it was an order and disobeying the queen's word is treason of the highest mind. Her grace has enough traitors do deal with as it is do you not think"


Baelor let out a small chuckle as Vladan tried to establish himself as the most experienced general in the room, his frown fading to be replaced by a smirk. "Ah yes, your research, I must admit I have read all of your books Grand-Maester and you are certainly one of the leading experts in matters of war. Though as an admiral myself, and someone with real world experience in fighting I find some of your works rather lacking, especially that regarding naval warfare. I bid you remember that I am not a novice myself in such matters and I would turn your memory to the last time an attack was made on this very city. Who was it that a managed to repel the forces of Benjiman Greyjoy as he knocked upon our gates? Whose ships reduced the Iron Fleet to nothing more than rubble? I can still remember it now, when the Seasnake rammed into the side of the Krackens very own flagship, I can see his face, bloated, drowning." He smiled, it was a fond memory and one that he did not recall often enough. "I am not a childr Grand-Maester so do not treat me as if I am a fool. Braedon does not have half of my fleet, nor even the third of it that is stationed at Dragonstone, a fleet is more than just wood and timber"


He sighed, putting his head in his hands "A man will not change his allegiance without cause, and I am not surprised you have heard little from the Stormlands. The Stormlords are scared, they believe that if they change sides now that they shall be executed as turncloaks and cravens, we need to assure them that this is not the case. Loyalty is a fickle thing and ever changing, you need only offer reward for any whom wishes to remain loyal to the crown. We shall after all be needing a new Lord of Storm's End, perhaps Rory Baratheon would be more sympathetic to our cause if we offered him his birth right"


"When it just the beginning. The Blackwoods are dissatisfied with the Tully's relations with the Brackens. Frey will not be happy when their enemies are knocking upon their gates. Darry has always been loyal to the Red Dragon and the other have gripes too no doubt, it is just a matter of exploiting them.


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Agnes Tully

The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, The Westerlands.​



Agnes did her best to smile as her cousin addressed her, wiping her eyes upon the sleeves of her beautiful green and red dress, so as to conceal dejected look in her Tully blue eyes. Today was supposed to be Leanne's day, where she celebrated her long awaited union with Lord Tiber of the Rock and Agnes was loath to take it away from her with tales of her own woes. "I am fine Leanne, truly, you need not concern yourself over my own marital issues. This is your wedding after all, and you should be happy, weddings should be joyous occasions and I would not feel right if I kept you from yours" Agnes remembered her own wedding, a bleak and dull affair, nowhere near as grand as her cousins. This was what a wedding was supposed to look like, she thought to herself, not a rushed ceremony in which the groom still wore his riding clothes and the bride had not been entirely aware of what was going on.


To her side Agnes could hear Ser Titus finishing his conversation with the Lannister siblings and, the red stallion laughing as he spoke laughing as he spoke "You flatter me Lady Celena, Stone Hedge has been razed and rebuilt so many times now that my father can hardly recognise his own keep. The Rock on the other hand is impregnable, what I would not give to see the Blackwoods attempt to raze Casterly to the ground." He scratched once more where his eye had once been, Agnes feeling a twinge of sympathy for her one eyed cousin, his distrust of those of Raventree Hall was well known throughout Riverrun and though she did not truly know how it was he came to lose his eye, there were many less than pleasant rumours about the ordeal.


Agnes saw Titus' face fall slightly as Lord Tiber made mentioned of the empty castle of Harrenhal, Titus' mother had been a Whent when she still lived and the Bracken no doubt had many memories of his now deceased cousins. "I'll be the first to warn you that parenthood isn't all it's cut out to be, I've got two younglings of my own back at Stone Hedge, and they've been making my life difficult since they day they were born. Though I am sure the lion of Lannister is more than able to raise a few better disciplined cubs than I"


"As for your sellswords it is understandable that you want to be protected, though I assume it must be hell for anyone else looking to hire the services of a few extra swords" He gave Tiber a smile "I may have to ask just when I next see Ser Martyn I am told he is without equal upon the field and it would be a shame if I did not get to see his prowess first hand" Their conversation was interrupted however by the arrival of someone whom Agnes had seen for a long time. The strong and imposing figure of another of cousins though this time from her grandfather's side of the family, erupting into the hall was Lady Ravanna Stark causing quite a scene. Agnes offered a wave to the woman, though she was not sure if it could be seen and turned back to the matters at hand, though by the time she looked again upon her cousin and Lord Tiber their conversation had reached its conclusion, Titus giving Lord Tiber a brief nod as he walked away.


Agnes was about to say something, when her father appeared, offering Leanne a long hug and exchanging with her a few words. She remained silent as they spoke and again when her father began to address her, though she smiled at his words. "Thank you father, but I am fine. You do not need to console me, today is Leanne's and hers alone" Agnes had known that relations had been strained between her mother and father but hearing conformation of it brought a slight from to her face, she loved both her parents dearly, though it seemed they did not feel the same about each other.


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Adrian had been standing in the red keep with not a single indication that he was going to get to speak with Baelor soon. The Goldcloaks had given a hasty excuse that he was in a meeting with the Grand Maester Vladan. So he was sure whatever they were talking about was vastly more important than meeting with him at this point.


With a sigh Adrian leaned against the window with a slight smirk as the City Guard and Gold Cloaks tired to contain The Susbstance he had used on the pickpocket it would seem that they didn't listen to his advice about the sand and were simply trying to keep people away from the green flames as it reduced the man to ash. His screams echoed across the Red Keep and below as he had rolled down the stairs from the kick Adrian had given him. Little bits of fire had stayed behind as the pickpocket rolled down the stairs making a small pathway of free flame. The screams of the pickpocket only lasted a few minutes before the flames consumed him entirely and the man no doubt died from the flames. If one was close enough like a guard was they would see the man's already charred remains still feeding the flames and steadily reducing him to ash. After a few more minutes it seemed like the information he gave two guards about the sand had been properly spread through the ranks as guards were coming carrying buckets of sands to suffocate the flames.


All in all it was fairly satisfying to watch the guards scurry around to try and suppress the power of The Sunstance. Adrian was already preparing his statement should he be approached by the guards. This 'accident' was the perfect example to show case the power the Alchemist Guild still holds within the city.
 
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Celena Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Celena Lannister politely smiled back at Ser Titus Bracken as they conversed. Unlike many of other guests in the Great Hall, the man had the discipline to indulge in alcohol without making himself into a drunken fool. She gave a quick glance at Benjicot Tully and Lyonel Hightower at that though and smiled back at the heir to Stone Hedge. The Lion Maid sighed inwardly. Were it if Trevir Arryn or even one of her suitors the maturity of the man in front of her, she would've gladly gave her hand and maidenhead to the man. A shame that the Bracken knight in front of her is married; he wasn't a half bad looking man either, even with the battle scars. Still, she suppressed her disappointment under her somewhat genuine merry guise.


"I wouldn't go so far to say that the Rock is invincible Ser Titus. It's impressive in size and strength to be sure, but I dread to think of the havoc should an invading army bring a dragon or two." She took a sip of her Arbor white, before continuing. "I do think this castle would present a challenge to the likes of House Blackwood, though depending on the allies they own the assault might not be as impossible as for them on their own, but what am I saying." She placed a hand on her mouth before smiling at the Red Stallion. "I am ill versed in the arts of war, unlike a veteran such as yourself Ser Titus, please excuse my presumptuousness." Looking around, Celena failed to spot either of her brothers, and turned back to Ser Titus.


"I do apologize if Martyn say anything blunt to you in the future. He's not one for social gatherings I'm afraid, being more at home on the training grounds than the courts." She knew Martyn well enough that if questioned in that way, the Mountain Lion would likely shrug it off with an offer for House Bracken to go to war in the near future alongside House Lannister. While it may be a crude joke between soldiers, politically it could be conceived as an invitation for open hostilities between House Lannister's enemies and House Bracken, and cause a political mess as a whole. Therefore, she hoped to diffuse that situation quickly at the moment. Leanne took the moment to speak up, after casting a worried look over to Agnes.


"How is the rest of House Bracken Titus? Is Freya well? And Anson and Arwyn?"


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SER BENJICOTT "THE BOWMAN" TULLY

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Benji always said that ale did some "weird stuff" to him , it either made him very bold and idiotic a man or it made him look and sound like a stoic poet telling tales of epic battles of old . unfortunately today of all days , it had to be his bold persona at play .





It was as if he was traveling through time for one moment he was talking to his daughter and the other moment he had managed to get on top of one of the long tables in the hall with a large glass of ale .





"Hear ye , Hear ye" he said while tapping his glass with a spoon .





"Lords , Ladies and whatever in the seven hells you are Ravenna , Today is a joyous day in the westeros for today we celebrate the alliance between two great houses namely house Brax and house lannister , and how do we commemorate such an event you ask ? why of course , by watching two young people consumate their marriage in full view of the public !!!"





Benjicott stops for a second and sips some more ale as the crowd watches in bewilderment .


"But don't fear lords and ladies , they aren't the only ones who'll fuck tonight !! , for you see methinks we should adopt some stuff from the dothraki culture , I heard that in their weddings fighting and fucking go hand in hand and you know what , they say that a dothraki wedding without at least 3 deaths is considered a dull affair , i don't know about you but i'd pay to attend that wedding "


Benjicott throws his mug onto the floor as he scans the room


"So now that its been decided that this wedding is henceforth to be conducted in the dothraki style , lets get right down to business shall we ? , hey you there , yea you I've heard that the women of the rock are quite a sight to behold , but you my lady are on another level of beauty . "


Benji jumped off his table and pointed at the man in armor they called Roland Wild , who for some reason appeared to be a beautiful maiden in his state of mind .


"SO , what will it be lady , a fight or do you prefer we do the deed ?!!!"








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Agnes Tully

The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, The Westerlands.

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Agnes listened with great interest as her cousin continued to converse animatedly with the lion maiden, seemingly unphased by the disappearance of Lord Tiber, it was no surprise that they were getting along so well, Titus had always been a friendly man, easy befriend and slow to anger and his previous apprehension seemed to have disappeared almost entirely. "You flatter me Lady Celena, I a was passable with blade back when I had two eyes, now I'm afraid I can barely see my enemy, let alone hit them. Even my lance is prone to missing more often than not nowadays, and I am far from my prime. Besides you speak of these matters as if they were second nature to you, mayhaps Lord Tiber should give you his armies whilst he wears the silks" he laughed once more, taking a small sip from his goblet "I think I could settle for almost impenetrable, after all there hasn't been a dragon in Westeros for almost a hundred years"


Agnes looked up at the mention of Ser Martyn, watching Ser Titus' grin grow even larger "I cannot blame him for being ill at ease in gatherings such as this, even if I cannot claim to share his stance. He is a veteran of the war of the lions is he not? I know first hand that war can take a lot from a man" His hand moved unconsciously up to where his eye should have been "And to experience all that at such a young age, it is little wonder he is no fan of crowds, though it is shame that he is not here. I have heard many things about him"


Catching a worried look from Leanne Agnes gave her a smile, though a small one, trying to reassure her that everything was alright. "Lady Freya is fine, though she is in a foul mood, we are expecting our third born in a matter of months and she does not like me being away from Stone Hedge so often" Freya Darry was a simple woman, and far from an otherworldly beauty such as Celena Lannister, one the contrary she was plump with hair the colour of wheat though she had a nice smile and a kindly face, and seemed to make Titus happy enough "The children are off at Darry with their uncle, it is not safe for them at Stone Hedge right now and I'd rather they remain with family" he gave off a slightly worried look, though it did not last for long.


"My father apologises for his absence dear cousin, and sends his love. With uncle Walder experiencing great illness he has taken it upon himself to ensure the Riverlands safety and he is currently stuck in Maidenpool with my brother-in-law. He did ask me to give you something though, for your wedding. A new..."


Titus was cut off by a loud sound behind him and Agnes turned to see none other than her own father clambering to the top of one of Lord Lannister's fine tables, shouting at the top of his lungs. She couldn't look away, no matter how much she wanted to and as her father began yelling at some of the more important people in the room she put her head in her hands, embarrassed. "Brother! Get down from there before you embarrass more than just yourself. Lord Lannister has offer us his hospitality and allowed us into his halls, what do you think he would say if he could see this!" Uncle Lothar was first onto the scene, striding over to his brother with a look on his face that suggested he could strangle the man "We are not savages, so I would request that you not act like one. Unless you wish to tarnish our fathers good name"


Titus muttered a brief apology to those at the high table, before himself sprinting over to where Benjicot stood, fully intoxicated "Cousin! If you wanted to fight then you should have entered the melee, now is not the time. Lord Roland is likely tired tired from his victory earlier today, I do not think he is particularly in the mood for your games. Save it for tomorrow when you and Wilds can fight in the pit in an organised manner, this is a wedding, not an arena" The two men pulled Ben from his position atop the table, attempting to remove him from the hall, and escort him to the quarters they had been provided.


"If mother hears about this she'll have you hanged" Lothar whispered into Ben's ear, "You are lucky that you only have to deal with myself. Walder!" He yelled his brother's name "Keep the rest of the family safe whilst I get Benjicot something less dangerous to drink"


Agnes, looked at those at the high table, her face a shade of red so bright that it almost matched her hair "My apologise Leanne, I... My father... He gets into a foul mood when he is drunk. I cannot be sorry enough for his actions." She turned her gaze to Lord Wilds, to whom she had never spoke, yet saw in the melee pit earlier "I am very sorry my Lord, for the disturbance and any bother it may have caused, and to yourself Lady Ravenna" She addressed her cousin, the large Stark woman.


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Roland Wilds- Casterly Rock

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Roland held Kylie close, enjoying the fact she seemed so eager to be with him. It had actually been quite some time since Roland had gotten this much attention from a woman, or at least one that didn't look like they'd been thrown out of a tower face first. After all he had been a hedge knight for his entire life up until a few months ago, and as such he was used to dealing with more common folk. But Kylie, she was a beauty, just as much as each of Walder Tullys granddaughters. "Perhaps, I could come to see you toni-" Roland was cut off by one of the Tully's, standing and screaming in his direction as he seemed to interrupt the entire feast.


Looking the man over he seemed slim and old, the build of a man who could not properly handle his drank, which was only proven further with his words. Even Roland would not have insulted Ravenna Stark, if not for her dangerous combat ability, then for her house name. She was a powerful woman in Westeros if she knew it or not, powerful enough in fact to possibly have this man killed, regardless of if he was the heir to Riverrun. It was then that the man went on and on about the Dothraki, a culture Roland personally knew almost nothing of. But then, finally the man turned his attention on Roland himself.


Hearing his words Roland simply laughed loudly for all to hear before speaking "I apologize Ser, but I don't believe you're my type, perhaps we will see each other upon the morrow however, in the pit". His tone still as jovial as ever he did not skip a beat in his response, though he held back any disrespect he wished to throw the mans way, for soon he would be Tiber's family. Noticing everyone near the high table seemingly in a panic as Benji was pulled out of the hall Roland would approach with Kylie on his arm, not bothering to finish what he was saying just yet. "It is no bother Lady" he paused for a moment, trying to pull her name from his knowledge of lords and ladies that he had been studying up on since he got to Fair Isle. "Agnes, right? I apologize, I am not the most informed man, I usually leave any politics to men more keen with their words, for I have always been more keen with a blade my lady".


Regarding the lady in front of him he could only think how beautiful he thought she was, having red hair just as Kylie did. Perhaps if he was a lesser man who would have turned his affection towards her, but he was not. Having a lady of some noble birth on his arm was enough for him, though he would not complain if later Agnes showed some sort of yearning for him.


Kuvira Targaryen - Casterly Rock - Bedroom

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Kuvira sat alone within her room, seated at the far end of a long table with a lit fire only a dozen or so feet behind her. Facing the door she watched it slowly open and Gale enter with Lady Barba following closely behind. She was looking older than she last remembered, not quite as beautiful as she had been when Kuvira was a young girl. In truth it was sad, she could only assume that it was her own power that had been granted by her husband that seemed to make her age so quickly. "You look tired, have a seat, pour yourself a cup of wine" Kuvira said, taking the flask at her end of the table and filling her own glass. "Or perhaps you think I would poison you?" she questioned, knowing that this old hag likely supported her husbands treachory.


"I may have just come into my crown, but I'm no fool, I woudn't call you up here in the castle of a man who is soon to be your family to murder you. I wish only to talk, come to terms with you and your husbands support of the Baratheon rebellion, understand exactly why". Her words were unsettlingly calm, much to calm for a young woman who is being faced with the prosepct of civil war. "Tell me why, Lady Barba" she spoke simply "Why your husband has joined a man in open rebellion who has only declared war due to the actions of my father and the fact he is a suspect for my attempted assassination when he was the only one who fled the scene. Do you expect me to see myself at fault for the murder of your husbands friend when I had no power to stop my fathers actions at the time. You and your husband love your family, a Tully always does, so please let me understand what is so important that you would be willing to risk all of their lives?".


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CASTERLY ROCK
POV: DAERON NYMEROS MARTELL


Daeron was joyful as Cayden returned his feelings, it seems that despite all the adventures he would go on family was still one of the most important things to him. Despite feeling familiar to Daeron physically Cayden had changed a lot during his 5 away, he was taller, stronger and perhaps the most surprising of all was the look of maturity. Daeron looked concerned as Cayden rolled up his sleeves to reveal the scars covering his arm ever the trouble maker eh? Although Daeron was strictly against violence he did not wish to ruin the wood, "You have many stories to tell huh? Well you happen to be speaking to a good listner." Daeron jested although it was actually true, he was more suited for taking in information than giving out. Daeron felt like he was once again in Sunspear, growing up Cayden had been the best older brother he could have asked for, always looking out for him and helping out. Daeron may never be able to repay that.


As Cayden began to speak of a gift Daeron face lit up even more but he soon regained his composure, "You did not need to bring home gifts Cayden, swing you home again is more than enough." Daeron meant that but he was also very intrigued about the gift, he became even more so when Cayden described it High Valyrian huh? Daeron chuckled a little "A bit ironic but truth betold the Dragonlords have always interested me." Although even despite this Daeron was an avid reader, of course Cayden knew that even after so many years he was attentive and caring to his family.


Daeron suddenly changed once their father was brought up... A sad expression of dispair, fear and regret spread across his face. "Not easy... I am embarrassed to say it but truth be told I am unsure how the others have handled it, not long after we lost him I... I isolated myself to the Water Gardens, rarely leaving them only to visit the common folk. But in memory of father I still practice with my spear even though it vexes me so."


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Cayden smiled sadly, to this day until his last day missing his father's final moments and his funeral was something he'd always regret. He put a hand on Daerons shoulder, as if passing on some of his strength to his younger brother. "I'm sorry, I should have been there." He said his voice solemn and a bit chocked with emotion. Losing their father had been a hard blow to him, the last time he had seen him it was on the bow of his ship before he left, viral and strong, wishing his oldest son luck. At least he was busy, his training and teachers, his constant string of contracts and battles, and the two men he called brothers had prevented him from losing himself to sorrow. But how must it had felt to watch the man they all loved and respected, and their mother fair and kind middle away to nothing as the disease weakened then and confined them too their beds. To watch treatments fail one after, and then watch their finals breaths leave them. Their suffering was no less then his if not more, especially Ari who was the closest to him. "Yet you know what he would tell us if he could be here now. To stop crying because it doesn't solve anything, and to watch out for each other. We need to watch over our sisters and brothers, I promise I won't leave again for a long time, I've missed home." He said keeping his hand on his brothers shoulder for a bit longer before letting go.


"Well if I'm gonna tell a story I'll have to think about which one? Do I tell you about the three daughters and my time in the disputed lands leading a mercenary company? Do I tell you about my time learning to be a water dancer?" He said his voice teasing before seeming to think and nodding. "If i start anywhere it should be at the start, I think I'll tell you about the House of Black and White." He said his voice dropping lower, seemingly deeper and more compelling as he told the story.


"If you remember the original reason I left were to find the faceless men of Bravos. After getting distracted in Pentos, which is a story in itself," He said grinning a bit at the mention of the city because it was during that time he, met the Maiden of the Seas, though the memory was slightly bittersweet because it reminded him of his parting with Daenna. "I came to the city of Braavos to fund the Faceless Men, after a all agree that they are based somewhere in the city. They were surprisingly easy to find, actually living in a large building they call the House of Black and White. Not really a place you would expect for such a legendary guild to exist but it had large pools of water poisoned to give painless death to whoever would drink from it to release then from all pain. The people who worked there, who I later realized many were the very men I was searching for, worshiped the many face god. It works in a similar fashion to the faiths seven as one only it involves all God's for it believe all God's are really one god with many faces, from the darkest blood gods and demons to the most holy of the gods like the seven. They have a curious way of speaking, referring themselves never as I or in first person but as a Man, woman, boy, girl even when speaking among themselves or speaking their name, or at least the same they take at the time. The trip seemed a bit anti climatic end so I asked to stay in the House to see if I could learn from them. They agreed but I had to abandon all I owned to become no one. I didn't know what they meant at the time but I through all I owned into the sea and except my spear which father gave me which I gave to the guard father assigned to me and gave them the option to return home if they wished. From there I entered the house and stayed for an entire year there, almost to the day. I never did learn how they changed faces but I saw them do it." He said his voice not much more then a whisper. "It has nothing to do with some cheap trick with a mask or make up, to see the features mend and melt to a new face was disturbing... It's what convinced me that magic dies survive in the world. The training they gave was not one you might have thought for a legendary assassin organization." He said pausing to explain himself.


"Yes their was training for killing but it did not dominate my time there. Blending in, learning, and listening were probably the main stables of my training. That and they constantly hammered in the idea to your brain that you are no one and nothing at all, and therefore you are everything and everyone. What I did varied greatly. Some days I carried off those who died to the waters if the pools, other days I trolled the streets, often in disguise and sometimes... More. Even when they changed my very face I had no idea how to do it myself." He said, his hands drifting up to his face, remembering feeling as if his skin was crawling, then looking in the water and seeing what he became had shook him greatly, yet he persisted. What he didn't say is he killed for the Faceless Men when ordered, including his first kill, somehow he didn't imagine his brother would be fond of that. "Of course it's hard to explain the training there without going to the House of Black and White yourself, but ethier way I know the Faceless Men are real as anything else in this world, and that I'd never want to fight one. Despite not seeming to do much combat training, they beat me more then a few times when we did actually do it. I was younger then though, I'm not sure how I would preform now." He said shrugging, he was better then he was then but even so he didn't really have complete confidence to take on a member of the assassin group, even in open combat. "When I decided to stop was right at the end, in order to truly become no one I learned I would have to abandon all I knew for good, had to abandon all of you. That was the only time I saw a nameless room of faces, hundreds apon hundreds lined on the walls, some I even recognized from the corpses I carried into the House of Black and White, going farther then the eye could see. They asked me what I was, as they had many times before. I told them I was Cayden Martell of Dorne, and I chose to keep that name. They didn't even seem surprised, I half expected them to try and kill me but they just let me go. I was paranoid for a couple weeks even after that as I reclaimed my spear, my name, and my guard." He said chuckling, remember the way he kept checking corners and watching the world around him before he decided if they wanted to kill him he would have never walked out of the House of Black and White and after some effort didn't keep his guard up so closely. "A surprising amount of the guard stayed and Marcus had even hired others to keep it at full strength. When I later became a mercenary they would form the basis of the company I would eventually make. I actually considered going home, but after all I learned in the House of Black and White I wasn't ready to settle down, I wanted to see the world." He let out a sad chuckle. "Part of me just wishes I came home after but I do not regret my journey through Essos, even if I regret missing father's and mothers deaths and being there for you all afterwards." He said looking at the ground as the question he was afraid to ask finally became to much to hold in. "Did mother and father at the end... Did they say anything about me, about me being..." He said his voice trailing off, both afraid and anxious to hear the answer.


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Highgarden, The Reach


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Eveleen sat by her son's side. Erik Jr sipped on some wine, as did she. Eveleen sipped and sipped. She was beginning to feel light-headed, and a little bit dizzy. Before she knew it; she had found herself crying. Erik put down his cup and placed his hand on her hand. "It is alright mother. It will be alright."


Eveleen sobbed quietly as the room filled with chatter. No one had noticed. No one ever noticed. "I will miss him. My father. He was an oaf, at times. But I will miss him all the same." Eveleen told her boy.


He looked at her and smiled slightly.


"I didn't even cry when my own mother passed away. I do not know what has come over me, son." Eveleen said, shyly. "C'mon, I'll get your handmaidens to bring you to bed." Erik said.


Eveleen put her hand on his head and fixed his hair that was slightly messy. "Thank you, Erik. You truly are the greatest son a woman could ever ask for."


Erik shook his head, both in disagreeance and to rid his hair of his mother's hand. He called for a servant girl and she helped Eveleen up out of her chair.


"Be safe." Eveleen said to Erik, before she was escorted to her private quarters.


Eveleen arrived in her quarters and her first action was to get rid of the girl who helped her get there. "I will see you in the morning, Avariss."


The girl curtsied and left without a single word. Eveleen slowly undressed herself. She hated the dress she had worn today. It was black and grey, to suit her mourning. However, Eveleen didn't like these colours. She was so use to being outfitted in whites, greens, and golds. She stared at herself in the mirror, naked.


She wiped the damp, dark circles around her eyes with the back of her hands. And as she did- the door opened and in-came her dear husband.


"My wife" He said softly as he walked right passed her.


"Husband." Eveleen replied, making sure no tears were present in her eyes.


"Is there a problem, Eve?"


"Is there a problem?" She mocked him. He looked at her with wide eyes. "My father is dead. You do know that, don't you?" Eveleen snapped. She grabbed a silk robe and put it on so that she didn't have to argue with her husband whilst nude.


"I am sorry. It was a stupid question." He apologized.


"T'was."


There was a small silence between the two of them, before Ser Erik begun to retrieve his clothing and various other assortments from his dresser. He laid them on a futon adjacent to his and Eveleen's bed. "I ride for Goldengrove in the morning." He told her as he packed his things.


"Ah yes. Isn't there some war brewing?" Eveleen said, angrily. She picked up a jug of wine and poured herself a small cup. She thought about putting some essence of nightshade in it, so she could sleep soothingly. She gripped the cup in between both her hands and looked at her husband.


"Worry not, Eve. We will handle it." He answered. The fool. She sipped on the wine. He looked up at her and shook his head disapprovingly. "You shouldn't be drinking. You have had enough."


"How would you know how much I have had, husband? You were with your friends all evening, planning a needless war."


Ser Erik looked back at his dresser and continued to take things out and lay them upon the long armless couch.


"I am not a complete fool, you know." He spat.


Eveleen couldn't help but laugh at his remark. She gulped wine down her throat. Forget the nightshade. "That is the best jest you have told in quite some time, ser."


"Stop it, Eve. I won't squabble with you." Erik said sternly. That made Eveleen quite mad.


"But you will squabble with The Lannisters?"


"You don't underst-"


"NO!" Eveleen shouted. She threw the half-empty cup of wine at the wall. Its innards spilled down the rose decorated wallpaper. "I perfectly understand, Erik. You are going off to start a glorified bar fight with the most powerful family in Westeros. And, worst of all, you are bring our sons with you. My boys!" Eveleen's voice cracked.


Do not cry again. Don't let him see what he has done to you.


"My father is dead, Erik. And soon my babies will be as well. Luthor, my beautiful son who is strong and honest. Erik, who is so handsome and smart. You are taking my children away from me and leading them off to a fight we most likely won't win! I will be nothing if not for my children- and TWO of them will be dead within weeks..."


Ser Erik threw down a piece of linen and walked towards her. He put his hand on her face. "Luthor is a great warrior. And Erik shows such promise on the battlefield as well, my dear. They can handle themselves. They are men. And even still, I will not let them out of my sight. They will not die on my watch. They will not lose. We... will not lose."


He caressed Eveleen's cheek.


"And what if you do lose, Erik?" Eveleen asked.


He didn't say anything in response.


"If you lose. I lose my boys, and my girls as well when The Westerlands come to pick at us like crows."


"I promise you, my love. I will never let anything happen to this family. You have my word." Ser Erik said, as they stared into one another's eyes. He kissed her on the lips and left the room as he had some last minute preparations to do.


Eveleen tightened the silk robe she wore and sat on her and Ser Erik's bed.


You let something happen to this family the moment you agreed to ride north, Ser Erik.


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Harrenhal, The Riverlands


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Warren Whent arrived at Harrenhal when it was night. When he and his men rid through the main gate, he noticed a lot of commotion in the courtyard. The yard was filled with many a soldier, dressed in the armour of House Whent. Amidst the crowd of bats, he spotted his own mother. She was in a grey gown that almost covered her entire body so that not even an inch of skin was being shown to those who looked on.


"My mother." Ser Warren said to one of his men. He clicked his fingers at a stable boy as to indicate that he would like to get his horse penned up. Warren slid off his steed and swaggered over to his dear ol' mother. She stood by a doorway, which led a small holding room where soldiers would sometimes gather.


"Warren." Lady Maeve said, with only a hint of joy leaving her lips. Warren didn't waste any time, whatsoever. "What happened?" He asked her.


His mother didn't respond with words, but with motion. She begun to walk through the doorway which led to the holding room. Inside was a young man who looked like a mouse- he was small, and timid. He shook with fear as Ser Warren and his lady mother entered the room.


"This young guard of ours was supposed to be on patrol with his peers. But, he was too busy seducing one of our servant girls." Lady Maeve stated. She looked at the boy with a look of disgust. Ser Warren shook his head. "And what else, mother?"


"Well, because he was off fondling a peasant- he wasn't there when his peers were slaughtered with a long sword."


Warren eyed the boy down, before turning towards his mother.


"What do you mean?"


"Ser James. He escaped with Aerea and killed several of our household guard." Lady Maeve claimed.


This revelation had made Warren fill with rage. "That bastard." Was all Warren could say. He felt like grabbing his own sword and going out there himself to find Ser James and string him up by the neck.


"Did you send men out?" Warren asked, his eyes moved back to the young man sitting in-front of he and his mother.


"Of course I sent men out. Aerea Targaryen is a valuable prisoner. I would be stupid to just the lil' bitch walk free." Lady Maeve said, with an icy glare.


"Thank you for trying, at least." Warren said, as he tried to think of a possible way to get the duo of escapees back in his clutch. Aerea was valuable, and James knew way too much about Warren's plan for House Targaryen and Westeros in-general.


"I will retire for the night, my son." Lady Maeve said as she placed a dry kiss on Warren's bony cheek.


His mother shambled out of the holding room and Warren was left with the young soldier. He looked as if he was about to cry. "I failed my fellow men." He croaked.


Warren looked at him with not a piece of pity to give. "You did. And you will pay for not being at your assigned post."


The young man looked up and shook his head frantically. "P-please no."


"You spent your time fingering a peasant girl. It is only just if you get said finger snipped off, right?" Ser Warren said. The young man almost fainted when Warren said what he said.


"Please! SER!"


"Get out of my sight." Warren yelled at the young man, he didn't even look as if he had reached the age of eighteen yet. The boy ran from the room, leaving the knight of Harrenhal all alone.


"The only thing I can do is send out more men. As many as I can spare. I will find them, not matter what." Warren told himself as stared at the wooden seat in which the guard had sat.


I will not let this information become public. Or else it'll fail. House Targaryen WILL fall.


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The Riverlands


-


Aerea lay by a small brook that belonged to The Gods Eye. She had washed her one hand of blood. Ser James' blood. She would've moved from her spot hours ago, but once she sat by the river- she couldn't move. She was so drained. I just want to get to a place where no harm will come of me.


Of course, Aerea wasn't really sure if such a place existed outside of fairy tales. Not even my dreams are safe. Aerea looked at her reflection in the river water. She looked like a mess. And she felt like one as well.


She put her hand in the red water and tried to rid it of her mirror image. She was done with seeing herself look like a prisoner. She was a free woman now, and she had to keep it that way.


No...


She froze when she heard it. Horses. She had to move, and do so swiftly. She scampered behind a shrub that was covered in such pretty coloured wildflowers.


She hid behind the bush for a while before moving further an' further into the woods that were to her back. She kept hearing noises. Talking, galloping, and the sound of steel leaving its scabbard.


She was trying to move as fast as she could, but Ser James' sword was slowing her down by a mile. I should of taken his dagger. Aerea realized that she had made an unwise decision. I would of if it wasn't caked with his... his blood...


She stopped.


Aerea could've sworn that she was being followed by a group of soldiers on horseback. Whether they were of House Whent or not. She wasn't only being plagued by soldiers, but also by paranoia.


Sometimes she'd hear a conversation like it was right next to her, yet there was no one there. Other times she could swear that she could hear a fight taking place nearby. She could hear the steel sing as sword hit against sword.


Yet, there was nothing.


The forest was silent, like a corpse. Ser James' corpse wasn't silent. He gagged on his blood as he lay dying. Aerea tried her best to not think of such things.


She couldn't think of Ser James, especially when she was in the midst of being hunted through the night.


She ran and ran. It felt as if she'd been running for days. Every time she felt fatigued, the weight of Ser James' sword would pull her to the ground and she would come face to face with grass and muck.


"Gods..."


I should just stop here for a while and-- and sleep.


Her eyes fluttered shut and before she knew it, she was slumbering.


When she awoke, she heard it again. Horses. She sat up and saw one, by a tree. There was a man in red sitting atop of the animal. "Shit." She whispered. Aerea crawled towards a group of grass and underbrush. She had to hide herself from the red man and his horse.


Surely he is not a Whent. He is wearing red, not black.


Aerea thought about revealing herself, but quickly dismissed the idea. She had to treat everyone as if they were her enemy. She couldn't stay hidden in the grass forever, so she decided it was time to get out of there.


She crawled in one direction. She was unaware whether it was north, or south, or whatever. She could hear running water so she assumed she was still close by to The Gods Eye, or at least the river that led to The Blackwater Rush. When she was far from the spot where she had slept, she realized something.


I left the sword there.


Aerea felt like a fool. She looked behind her and thought of going back. "No, I will be caught." She told herself as a light rain began. The rainwater hit against her and the flora she stood upon.


She felt the water on her skin and it gave her a sense of rejuvenation. It gave her a little bit of courage as well.


I'll find that place one day.





She walked some more, again in a direction she didn't know. I will end up back at Harrenhal if I don't find a map, or at least come across something familiar.


She looked at her surroundings and saw nothing but forest and more forest. Until she spotted something through the trees. A road. She thought to herself of when Maester Vladan thought her and her sisters the geography of The Riverlands.


Not just any road. The King's Road.


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The Red Keep


Vladan

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"My dear friend," Vladan began to address Baelor, the look on his face a mix of amusement and barely concealed disgust. Who was this man to question the mind of the Grand Maester? Greatest of the scholarly folk, chosen by his brothers bound in chains! Baelor would have to realize that one day or another that Vladan rarely was wrong, and even those few occasions he still came out with a good face. "Being a seahorse, owning some ships and being a sailor doesn't make you a master of all things aquatic." His pointer finger began to tap on the polished wooden table as he looked for the proper words to use. It was clear that the Maester wished to be vulgar with the man, but out of respect or in an attempt to appear his better, chose what he said carefully. "Our scouts have spotted the Baratheon army not two days march away, have you not heard? All gates are to be watched and the most vulnerable walled up." The bold faced lie was accompanied by Vladan's icy stare. "The perception of the smallfolk isn't as you'd have it. The Crown apparently not having their best interests at heart in a specific situation, versus an enemy hellbent on pillaging the city? There will be no riots. We shall have order. Not to mention if they could be roused into such a state so easily they'd be at our doorstep regardless." He dismissed the worries of the old sailor.


He sneered, the contempt he was showing Baelor still polite compared to what bubbled beneath the icy surface. "I shall write her a message and let the ravens take it. It will explain my position clearly and that I will be prepared to discuss the matter more with her, when she returns." He was defying what Kuvira and Baelor wanted, but Vladan knew he could talk his way around Kuvira. He was a Targaryen loyalist, and in a time where rebellions and treacheries were as common as flies to shit, a man such as himself was valuable. The next Grand Maester, should Vladan be dismissed, could hold ill intent. He wasn't able to be touched. And he knew it.


A croak, the sound of a toad's evening noise more than a man's laugh, and Vladan leaned forward. "Oh the mighty Iron fleet! You must feel twenty again, Lord Baelor." The tapping of his fingers on the table resumed. "Ships meant for the sake of raiding, with excellent sailors and fierce warriors. But they are no soldiers and those are not war ships. You'd have more trouble sinking a Lyseene merchant fleet with common sellsword rabble on board." He wouldn't let the old grump get away with a single victory, Baelor would have nothing to be prideful about as long as Vladan lived. "You have experience, I won't deny you that, but if you want this city to stay in the hands of her highness, you must put your trust in my ability to keep it safe." He stressed. 'Trust me and I'll have you rotting in the dungeon until you wither into madness.' It was an idle thought, one he would pursue if he believed he could get away with it. But Baelor was too well ingrained in Kuvira's order, as of now.


@Hypnos




Eel Alley


Cethann Celtigar
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The Celtigar snorted at the representative. "He'll pay for these foul words! I will challenge him to single combat myself! I'll crush his head and have his wife delivered to my doorstep!" The other 'soldiers' of the watch hollered. His words were large but inwardly, beyond the anger, Cethann felt his will shake. Daeron Stokeworth was a knight, an actual knight like his brother. Not nearly as good, but Cethann was never the champion of tourneys. Daeron was known as an accomplished knight, especially when on horse back. But he was never one to shy away from classic combat. But Daeron had to go. Cethann would never allow men who were armed and not in gold to walk the city for long. Cethann looked to the messenger and bit his lower lip. "Send him a message. The City Watch is going to meet Daeron and his rabble at his fortress. There he can either apologize to a lord or meet the Stranger on this day!"


He paid the messenger no more mind, pushing past him and into Eel Alley. His men were behind him, "To our own garrison. We'll bring down a thousand of our brothers and put the fear of the Celtigar into Ser Daeron!" And hopefully prevent actual single combat from happening. He began to walk, sheathing his sword. His men did the same, before they turned down a narrow alley way, a shortcut to the nearest Goldcloak post.




Storm's End


The Lone Wolf
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Aiden Stark was many things. He was a loyal friend, a jolly companion to include on any adventure, be it a visit to a brothel or raiding his fathers ale house. He was a natural athlete, always excelling past his peers at a young age, and he was bright, albeit the calling to battle meant more to him than sitting down for the Septa's lessons. A patient man he was not. A cool headed man he was not. And when Braedon let the last comment go, he snarled like the wolf on his banners, barely holding back the blade.


He wished it was his axe, but that was far less knightly. Even further, he wished it was his bow, but that would be impractical. But with a sword he was still better than any whoreson Braedon had, that Aiden Stark was confident of. "Nobody is hiding." He replied, his voice was louder than Braedon's, but not by much. He looked at his Nuncle, the anger on his face melting temporarily as a revelation came over him. 'So this is why Gelgin sent me?' It made sense now. Part of him applauded the Hand of the Queen and the Grand Maester, another loathed the two. 'I am not a skilled speaker. I am not a sly rodent able to convince others that my true shape is that of a noble creature. I am the Warrior.' He didn't adhere to the faith of the seven, but he knew enough about it to get by. And now this was one situation that called for this knowledge to be brought out.


"Braedon Baratheon!" He hollered, despite how close the two were. His eyes were dark and the Wolfish features seemed to eclipse any Tully he had in him. "You are hereby charged with the attempted murder of Queen Kuvira Targaryen, of the Andals, First Men, and Rhoyanrish, Lord Protector of the Realm, and the attempted murder of the Princess Aerea Targaryen." The sound that came out of him was deeper than he expected, his white armor causing a deeper reverberation than what he normally had. "With all the Gods as my witness, I sentence you to trial by combat!" That was why Gelgin and Vladan sent him down. He was a strong warrior and they must of known Walder was here, his uncle would keep him alive after he struck down the Stag King. "Prove your innocence here and now and find a sword." He had the look of a Winter King on his face, determined, he would not back down now.


The men on the ships grew alarmed with the sudden call, some drawing weapons, if they hadn't already.


"What say you?!" The Lone wolf shouted a final time, his hand fixed on his grip of the blade. His eyes were trained on the Baratheon Lord.


@JustWhipIt




The Rock


The Black Dragon
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"We both know the true value of loyal subjects, Lord Tiber." Viserys smiled. "I'll show my kindness to many of the realm after I take the throne. I won't destroy Houses that resist me. But I must show I am strong still, and what better way than obliterating the biggest nuisance the realm has? It will not happen till after I ascend to the throne, don't worry. This destruction of the Ironborn will include every realm, you Lannisters need not carry such a heavy burden in it. No heavier than Stark or Tully, at least." He cocked his head to the side, his pointed nose high in the air. "Does that not appeal to a certain part of you, Lord Tiber? To dominate and make submissive an enemy? To show the world your true strength, with no inhibitions? I dare say it's a feeling more compelling than copulating with a woman. "


A friendly laugh came from Viserys, not one to mock Tiber Lannister, but genuine humor to be found somewhere in his words. "I'm sure they'll be fine with it. A beaten and broken Stormlands will look likely to be brought under the full control of us devious dragons." He smirked, revealing his white canines. "And when I am ready to give whatever Baratheon survives the honor of a good end, by my sword no less, I'm sure a brave Lannister will appeal to my better judgement and remind me of the long history between Stag and Dragon. And for sparing the life of the last Baratheon, I'll reward them with a marriage into the Baratheon House Hold. I dare say you'd be more popular than I in the Stormlands. Some will see what it is, some will hate you for it. But what will they do, moan and complain, but nothing more. . ."


Viserys frowned once Tiber discredited the sword's true value. The King held a certain attachment to the blade, not so great as one might expect but. . It was his. It was his ancestors. 'It's mine to give away too.' He reminded himself. The blade was more valuable than anything else in the world, that he was sure of, but he had to sell it for some price. And he needed an army, a big army, something the Lannisters could provide. 'At least they might stay out of the war. I can work out secret gold deals with Tiber once Silverspear invades.' But the sword called to him. In the hands of Martyn Lannister it looked wrong. A part of the dragon wanted to lash out and strike the man down for even touching it, but the sensible side of the Black Dragon ruled over his emotions.


The terms Tiber Lannister gave him weren't too outrageous and nothing the King wouldn't give him, but he'd be damned if he gave in so quickly. "We can negotiate. As any reasonable man does." Viserys said coolly. "Blackfyre belongs to House Lannister." He said, taking the sword back into his property, practically holding it as it were his child. "And the Lannister's want dominance of the West, now?" His lips curled upwards. "The Iron Fleet will be destroyed, as will the Iron people. As for everything else. . Port territories and fiefs near the coast in the Reach up until the Mander will start a new policy of marrying into Lannisters and Lannister-loyal families. Would that be enough for you? You wouldn't directly control these lands, but they would be in your camp."


He hummed lightly, his lips cracking to let the sound out. "Ahhhhh. A marriage with your family suits me. " It certainly didn't. Viserys couldn't say he found these people attractive, they were far from ugly, but he doubted any of them could arouse the king. His taste in women were different, something normal people of Westeros couldn't understand. "I'll meet with your sister someday soon, I assume, where we can discuss the situation with her. And if all else fails, I'll move on to another Lannister." He certainly wouldn't. He was a dragon, and a dragon doesn't settle for anything but the best. "As for the Reach, that is another place we'll have to discuss in greater detail. Work around the roots to find a suitable answer for both our needs. . But I can assure you House Tyrell in its present state will not remain the defacto power in the region. But the rest is best explained when we have time to have a back and forth, you'll agree."


An idea came to mind, "When we're not on the night of your wedding, may we talk in greater detail? With the council of all those you trust? There is so much to discuss that these terms neither encompass nor show how truly valuable our alliance would be. For the sake of ironing out all details, what do you say to a future meeting where he put everything on the table? By the end of it we'll both know where we stand, and if the Black Dragon and Golden Lion can stand together. . . " An idea popped in his head. "But as of now, I would appreciate dye, if you have any. A show of kindness, if you need gold for it I'll give you some." A wicked smile came to his lips. "For the sake of moving around the Feast and not being noticed by my lovable sister immediately."


@WanderingJester
 

Celena Lannister


The Great Hall, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Celena Lannister must admit, today, while having its downsides, was ending on quite the high note for her. She not only was in the presence of several people she enjoyed being around, many of them soon-to-be family. To her right, Leanne, who the Lion Maid is quickly considering an older sister, stood as the future Lady of the Rock. To her left, the next lord of Stone Hedge merrily carried the conversation, and though several drunkards stumbled around the room, the party had been more or less successful. At Ser Titus' jest, she giggled, while covering her mouth. "Oh Ser Titus, I'm sure you're the one that's being too modest now. You may not be as young as you're used to, but I'm sure you're still quite the force on the battlefield." She sipped the last bit of her Arbor White, before placing it on the tray of a servant who had anticipated her needs, and picked up another. The servant quickly disappeared with the empty glass after. "I shall stick to my dresses and courts, thank you. I believe I take after my lord brother more than my warrior one I'm afraid, and my words are my greatest defender, rather than my skill with a sword. I doubt many of the men would take me very seriously anyways, should I give them their marching orders."


Thinking on Martyn, Celena's mood sobered a bit. "Yes, Martyn and Tiber both marched against the Reynes and Tarbecks once our father passed. I felt that the War made us all grow up quickly, perhaps a bit quickly, even for those of us that did not see any fighting. Oh the horrific tales I've heard after Tarbeck Hall fell..." She trailed off, remembering the scenes from the battlefield. Leanne, sensing her distress, came to her side and hugged her gently. After a moment Celena snapped back into the present, remembering where she was. "Oh, I apologize. It brought back less pleasant memories, way too unpleasant for the happy times we have now. Thank you Leanne." The Brax who had been listening to the news of her family at Stone Hedge before, gave her a reassuring smile before separating and looking back at Titus once again, as he began to speak.


Suddenly, a commotion drew the group's attention. Celena saw that Ser Benjicot had gotten on one of the tables, and was making some wild proclamation for the wedding. Glancing over, the Lion Maid could see the shock on Leanne's eyes, as she covered her mouth with her hand. All around, the Lionguards and the Lannister soldiers readied themselves, but looked unsure if they should restraint, perhaps if needed attack a future family member of House Lannister, and they hesitated due to the absence of Tiber, Martyn or Ser Tidus. Thankfully, Ser Titus, as well as Ser Lothar Tully, both rushed towards the drunken man, and pulled the heir of House Tully off the table and out of the Great Hall, defusing the situation. Giving a sigh of relief, the Lion Maid went over to Leanne, and did her best to calm the bride of the situation. Looking around, many of the lords and ladies had retired for the night, back to wherever they were staying outside of the castle, with many more leaving as well. A few drunkards were passed out around the Great Hall, but otherwise things seemed to be winding down. Looking at Leanne, Celena said, "Leanne, it's been a long day. Why don't you retire early, take a bath and rest? We wrap up things here."


The Brax looked apprehensive at first, but relented after looking around for herself. She went off to bid each of her family from the Riverlands goodnight, as well as the more immediate of those from Hornvale, while Celena turned and saw Lord Wilds still with Kylie and gave an amused shake of her head. Kylie had all but fallen asleep on the man's chest, with her hands and head on him, as they stood by one of the tables. The Lion Maid walked over to the two of them, and greeted the Lord of Fair Isle. "Greetings Lord Roland. Thank you for looking after Kylie, but it seems that she needs to retire for the night. It would not be proper for me to burden you with this task. If you'll be willing, I can make sure she gets to bed safely, since she looks to be unfit for company now." She said this in a kind tone, looking at Lord Roland now with the nearly unconscious girl in his arms.


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Tiber Lannister


The Lord's Office, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.
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Tiber Lannister observed the animated man in front of him, indeed around the same age as he from what he could tell, yet the two could not be more different. The Merry Lion had a grounded view of the world, having to deal with his abusive and craven lord of a father for so long, and a civil war did nothing but further that grasp on reality. Tiber daresay it could've easily made him jaded, or cynical even, had he not understood the need for joy and peace in his life. While he understood that theatrics had its place in the world, he did not consider the negotiating table to be one of those places. The Black Dragon, from both his speech and his delivery, had assumed a great many things about Tiber. The Lord of Casterly Rock had to give Viserys his dues, some of those assumptions were correct; an example being his want of Valyrian Steel. However there were also a great deal the Blackfyre did not succeed in guessing and it formed itself into his counter proposal, which to some might be more generous than what Tiber had requested before.


The Warden of the West interlocked his fingers and stretch, cracking a few joints and then doing the same as he rolled his neck. "I'm glad you agree to the support roles as well as the marriage, that will make things easier, having some things to agree on." He looked to the man across the desk from him, as the Black Dragon dingle the idea of a submitted Iron Isles and a broken Stormlands in front of Tiber. "I cannot deny that domination does have its appeals to me, but not one great enough to really weigh with any significance in my mind. My goal, from the day I took up the mantle of Lord Paramount of the Westerlands and Warden of the West, have remained the same to this moment: the security and prosperity of House Lannister and her vessels. If you thought I had lied to you before, I assure you I had not."


"With regards to the Stormlands; the cost of beating them and the cost of breaking them are, with the danger of me understating it, colossal. Without considering their current allies, the North and the Riverlands, and their reaction to what would be essentially handing an age old hold of House Baratheon to a foreign power, the Stormlords will never bow. Each attempt to break the Stormlords by force, whether it be the taking away of lands or family, will only harden their hearts and resolve." Tiber reached over and picked up a ribbon off of his desk, ones to tie important messages and sealed with his Lord's sigil, and ran it through his hand slowly. "I might remind you that the Stormlords are not the Reach lords, with their food stuffs, nor the Riverlords, with their accessibility," the ribbon shifted, showing the gold lion on it, "Nor the Westerlords, with our gold. They are known for their martial prowess, and that, unlike all the other resources, can easily be turned against any overlords set over them that they do not agree with."


When Viserys spoke of negotiation, Tiber's smile widen slightly at the man's consideration of the situation. If Kuvira or Viserys had even for a moment decided to overlook their own pride and at the situation at hand, negotiations could not be simpler. Tiber had presented his terms, and the dragons could either accept them, or leave them. Their houses, in relations to the need House Lannister had of them, relegated both Targaryen and Blackfyre to no other option. Still Tiber would entertain his guests, if for nothing else than the fact that this was the week he was to be married. "I thank you for your generosity, but as I've stated before, dominance is not my goal; merely security. I do not think the policy will be needed. Forced submission breeds contempt, contempt births resistance, resistance transforms in to conflict, and conflict leads to losses, on both sides. At any rate, as I've stated to Kuvria, I have no dreams of conquest. In regards to House Tyrell, you know of my situation, though we can discuss things over at a later date if you'll like."


Tiber finally reached the end of the ribbon and placed it back down on his desk, before looking at Viserys. "I would say now would be the best time, as if it were not my wedding festival, we would be discussing this in wartime, when I daresay both of us will be much more busy respectively. However, it's up to you when we have our next talks, should it happen at all. The only one on my end missing might be my Uncle Edwyn, aside from that it'll be much of the same. I can say with relative certainty though, I don't think there'll come a day where we may both see each other's hand fully so that there's no secrets between you and I, but again, if another talk is what you would like, that can be arranged at another time." He got up, and gave a quick bow. "A room should be arranged for you and the hair dye will be in it, as well. As you would call it, 'a show of kindness' from House Lannister, to display our good faith. If you'll excuse me, I must attend to other things now. You know my terms Captain-General; they have not changed. I bid you goodnight." With that he walked out of the office, followed by Martyn, and came face to face with his Lionguard Commander. Tiber looked as though he expected him. "Something the matter Tidus?"


Tidus nodded then said, "Prince Cayden Martell requests an audience with you my lord. I know you've had many talks tonight so if you'll like, I can inform him-" Tiber raised his hand, cutting the man off.


"It's fine Tidus, please direct him to the Hall of Heroes. I'm tired of going to people to meet them tonight, and it's a good middle ground between here and the Martel quarters." Tidus nodded, before saluting and turning back around, heading to the Martell quarters once again. Martyn looked over to his brother, who turned to him.


"You want me in this one as well?" Tiber shook his head.


"We've left our dear sister alone with the duty to entertain our guests for far too long. Why do you head back to the Great Hall and see if she requires any assistance? I can handle this one." Martyn gave a nod, then walked off. The Lord of Casterly Rock turned to the two Lionguards outside his office and said, "One of you, have one of the further guest rooms on the North side arranged for our guest in my office, with a bottle of hair dye inside. The other, go inside and show him the way to it. Tell the two inside to follow me to the Hall of Heroes."


"What color shall the hair dye be my lord?" One of the Lionguards asked.


Tiber thought for a moment, "The same shade of brown as her Grace should be fine." He smiled to himself at that. The irony if Kuvria missed her brother right in front of her, even as he had the same hair color as him. The Lionguards saluted, then one of the left while the other walked back into the office. Moments later the two inside came out, and together the group left, with one of the Lionguards carrying a torch to light the way.


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After a few minutes, Tiber went into the Hall of Heroes. Unlike the grey and cold mausoleum of Winterfell, here the Hall was well lit and well cleaned. The armor and weapons of even the older Kings of the Rock looked serviceable, and the various torches and braziers all around. Each tomb had a figure standing over it, as though half mannequins and half statues honoring the previous Lannisters who did great things in his family's name, each either wearing the armor the decease had worn or a close replica of it, all posing in different fashions. The light reflected from the gold and red armor shown on walls covered with banners of various kinds representing House Lannister over the ages, along with the various branches, as well as armor and weapon sets, and tapistry showing the great moments in House Lannister's history. It was the only thing that Tiber had regularly maintained, with cleaning and maintenance done and anything that needed it the first week of every month. This was the legacy of House Lannister, every drop of blood from Lann the Clever to the ones that ran in his veins. Walking and examining the ones he passed, Tiber stopped in front of Loren I Lannister, the Last King of the Rock. The two Lionguards stopping at the doorway inside. Unlike many of the other statues, this one held no weapons, though from its empty hands and pose, it had intended to have one as well. Tiber stared long and hard at the empty spot as he waited for the Martel Prince, envisioning the day where Brightroar could rest in Casterly Rock once again.


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Tidus Marbrand


The Hallway at the Martell Quarters, Casterly Rock, Westerlands.



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Ser Tidus Marbrand retraced his steps and arrived at the door where he had shown the Martell Princes to moments ago. Giving a sigh, he raised his hand knock on the wooden entryway, knowing that there was a possibility that Cayden Martell wouldn't be alone in the room. Then again, he might not be in the room at all, but in the privy or his sister's room. Still the Lionguard Commander waited patiently. Another man in his position might have complained at the task to which Lord Tiber had entrusted him with. After all, protecting the Lannister family did not specifically require the personal delivery of messages of the family. Still, Tidus knew the position he was in was not only one that many would kill for, not only for the money and power that came with it, but also the assistance it provided via a direct line of communications with House Lannister for his family back in Ashford. So the Lionguard Commander waited for someone to answer the door as he stood there.


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