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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 1, 2014 21:54:54 GMT -5
The chambers of the king, solar, bedroom attached to the queens.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 1, 2014 21:57:31 GMT -5
After leaving the party, Rhaena went straight to the King's chambers. Asking the guard outside the solar to inform the king, if he was in, that his daughter Rhaena has word from Ser Maekar.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 2:32:53 GMT -5
The Kingsguard knight on duty, Ser Moryn Stokeworth, stood at his post outside the king's solar.
"His Grace is in a meeting with the envoy from Braavos." the stalwart defender replied, with a hint of distaste. "The banker did not seem enthused by the festivities in his honor and insisted on discussing his business immediately."
A moment later, the door to the chamber opened, the king and aforementioned banker stepping out. Whatever negotiations they had entered did not seem to have gone in the king's favor, he normally ordered hair in disarray in places and impassive countenance flustered.
The banker, on the other hand, had a dour expression that looked to have been carved of marble. He was a tall, gaunt stick of a man with long legs. He had a narrow face, that looked to have been freshly shaved. The banker wears robes of a sober purple trimmed with ermine and a high stiff collar, a brimless three-tiered hat of purple felt under one arm.
"Rhaena?" the king queried, the unexpected appearance of his daughter rousing him from the dark mood the Braavosi had put him in. "What news from the front."
As if remembering his company, he added, "This is Tycho Plutoris, a representative from the Iron Bank of Braavos. Master Banker, this is my daughter Princess Rhaena Targaryen."
"Charmed." was Tycho's laconic and expressionless reply, his face a mask of ice.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 5:21:51 GMT -5
Rhaena was about to reply to the kings guard about how thrilled her mother would be having not actually bring a neglectful host, but the king came out of his rooms. She looked at the man for a moment before dipping in a curtesy, wishing now she was wearing a dress, "The pleasure is mine, I am sure. Forgive the intrusion, your grace, I was not aware you had a guest."
She paused briefly, contemplating whether or not she should tell the king in front if the banker or not, and decided to give the king a chance to hold the conversation more privately or to ask for the news now, "I have come with news from Ser Meakor, Sire, about the armies movements."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 6:18:32 GMT -5
Maegor took his daughter's hint.
"Master Plutoris, we will have to take our leave of you at this time." he said to the banker, with little apparent regret at their separation. "Do try to enjoy the celebration in your honor."
"Ah yes, the one thrown with our gold. I am certain I shall" Tycho quipped, but turned on his heel and departed for the hall.
With the banker out of earshot, Maegor led his daughter into his study, motioning her to take a seat.
"Damn bean-counter!" he cursed under his breath, drinking from the wine goblet in front of him. In the spot where the banker had been sitting, Rhaena would notice the goblet only contained water. "I hope you bring good news from the front." he said when he had calmed himself, informally dropping the royal we in the presence of his daughter. "Is the High Marshal dead?"
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 16:33:48 GMT -5
Rhaena watched after the banker as he departed, and narrowed her eyes as soon as he was out of sight, not liking the way he'd spoken to her father. She didn't mention anything of her discontent to the King, Who was obviously troubled.
"if that is the benchmark of good news, I am afraid you shall be disappointed. Maekar has sent me to update you on events. We found out not long ago, that the faith has stirred once more and are again attempting to subjugate Cider Hall, Maekar has taken a contingent of men to deal with this, and judging from what we know of their numbers i should b dealt with quickly," Rhaena said, explaining the more mundane part of this first. she took a fairly lengthy pause, thinking how best to put the next part of the news.
"I, myself would have just done this and presented you with the outcome, but that is perhaps why I do not command armies, Maekar is more cautious, it seems" she managed to make the shoulder shrug look like an incredibly elegant gesture, "He thinks this is the best opportunity to start to really push into the areas south that still contest us, and so I am here to ask your permission, your grace, to try and end this war and begin the march on Oldtown."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 16:52:12 GMT -5
Rhaena watched after the banker as he departed, and narrowed her eyes as soon as he was out of sight, not liking the way he'd spoken to her father. She didn't mention anything of her discontent to the King, Who was obviously troubled. "if that is the benchmark of good news, I am afraid you shall be disappointed. Maekar has sent me to update you on events. We found out not long ago, that the faith has stirred once more and are again attempting to subjugate Cider Hall, Maekar has taken a contingent of men to deal with this, and judging from what we know of their numbers i should b dealt with quickly," Rhaena said, explaining the more mundane part of this first. she took a fairly lengthy pause, thinking how best to put the next part of the news. "I, myself would have just done this and presented you with the outcome, but that is perhaps why I do not command armies, Maekar is more cautious, it seems" she managed to make the shoulder shrug look like an incredibly elegant gesture, "He thinks this is the best opportunity to start to really push into the areas south that still contest us, and so I am here to ask your permission, your grace, to try and end this war and begin the march on Oldtown." Maegor listened intently as his daughter updated him on the events in the Reach. He offered little reaction to the news the Cider Hill was being besieged. It had traded hands during this war on multiple occasions, with inheritance passing through at least four different Fossoways in the last five years alone.
To her second point though, he offered a thin smile, tinged with pride at her ambition.
"You ask for command then?" he asked, knowing the answer. "Your brother's, no less. They do say fortune favors the bold."
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 17:12:05 GMT -5
"I should never want to take anything from my brother if he rightly deserves it," she replied, with a smile of her own "I don't hold with walking round the issue, we are in the reach to destroy the faith militant, that those were our orders seems like permission enough to me, but perhaps Maekar does not wish to disappoint you, again," Rhaena reasoned, thinking on it for a moment.
"Regardless, I am here now so may I presume we have your permission to crush the rebels? Maekar thinks after Oldtown we could stop any left over resistance on our way to help the forces in the West," she thought she might as well inform the king of the whole grand strategy in one go.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 17:40:45 GMT -5
"I would agree, though perhaps it is passed time you led your own host." Maegor offered. "If you think yourself ready for the task."
"You have my blessing, though many before you have planned what they would do 'after Oldtown' and never gotten that far, your grandfather amongst them."
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 17:54:44 GMT -5
"I see it as being very simple, your grace, It is after Oldtown or nothing, I shall not be coming home as anything but victorious, I should rather not come back at all, so I may as well be confident, not believing in myself will only make what I want less likely to happen," the steel in her voice showed she meant every word, that she would really rather be dead than fail,
"As for a host, I would revel in the challenge of having one of my own, I have little experience in directly commanding men, but I would think my self perfectly able to do so," she replied, without arrogance in her voice, just what she viewed as an honest assessment of herself, "I doubt you have many men to spare, considering present circumstances,"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 18:17:39 GMT -5
His Grace placed took his daughter's hand in his own, a rare show of affection.
"Then burn them all, every last one of them." he said, the acid in his voice not matching the tenderness of his action.
"There is a force of 2,000 marching from Lannisport to reinforce Highgarden under command of Ser Solomon Serett. Inform him the command is now yours."
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 19:02:50 GMT -5
"You honour me, sire," Rhaena replied, bowing her head in thanks to her father. She thought of how Meakar ran his camp, it being the only real model she had experience with, he had people which could take command in his absence, people he trusted, she would be wise to do the same, "Would it be acceptable to take someone with me, Your Grace?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 19:11:42 GMT -5
"A commander must lead and others follow." Maegor instructed. "It is your host. Manage it as you will. If you can convince one to follow you, I will have nothing to say against it."
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 19:45:35 GMT -5
Rhaena nodded slowly, deep in thought as she considered which of her numerous battle hardened relations would be the best person to politely ask to join her in the jaws of potential death. She had a couple in mind. Who she thought might come. "You have given me a great opportunity, I shall see that it does not get wasted."
With that she got up and bowed to the King, "I have plenty to think about, Your, Grace, and I must be going soon, may I have your leave to go?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 19:48:01 GMT -5
"See that you do not." Maegor said, with full confidence that she would not, standing to leave with her. "I will join you back in the hall. I am sure I have kept out guests waiting too long as it is."
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 19:58:42 GMT -5
"Mother will be having dragons of her own, when I left the first time she was already getting worried you were not going to appear. She should have more faith," Rhaena said, and made her way to the floor, "Speaking of which, Your Grace, if when we take Oldtown the Starry Sept happens to be destroyed beyond all recognition, it would not pain you terribly would it?" Rhaena asked, she very much wanted to destroy all septs she came across, but the destruction of the starry sept could also send out a pointed message to faith militant sympathisers.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 20:00:29 GMT -5
"Only if you do not bury that undying High Septon in it's rubble." Maegor replied with a savage grin at the thought.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 20:09:49 GMT -5
"I think I can guarantee you that, Sire" she replied with a grin matching his own and leaving the way she had come from.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 21:32:06 GMT -5
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Varryn approached the King's Chambers with his eyes glancing around quickly. He carried a rolled up map in his hands, and his sword at his hip. Approaching the guards at the door, he bowed briefly to them and held his weapon out. "Lord Varryn, here for an audience with the king."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 22:04:17 GMT -5
He is allowed entrance from Ser Moryn Stokeworth, the member of the Kingsguard on duty.
His Grace sits in an richly upholstered chair by the fireplace in his solar, starting into the roaring flames.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 22:27:43 GMT -5
Varryn made his way into the room a few feet before clearing his throat. "Your Grace, I hope you are well today."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 22:33:49 GMT -5
"I was." he intoned, scratching idly at the burn scars upon the right side of his face, where Vermithor's arterial blood had caused it to scald and melt. "Have a seat Varryn"
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 22:52:04 GMT -5
Varryn stepped forward and sat down, setting the rolled map on his lap. "I apologize if I am disturbing you, but this should be quick. I'd like permission to visit my mother in the north, at Karhold."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 22:59:05 GMT -5
Maegor narrowed his eyes, irritated. This was the second time this evening someone had requested a chance to visit with their family.
"Does no one in this family have and mettle?" he asked, disappointed. "Go North for all I care. Stay there if it suits you. Without a dragon you're just another useless mouth to feed, of no consequence to this family."
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 2, 2014 23:22:19 GMT -5
Varryn smiled inwardly to himself, expecting such a response. His face remained blank, though. "I have tried to serve this family and you the best I can, and it is through no fault of mine that I have no dragon. I will return when I can, if I can." Varryn stood, sliding the map into his pocket.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too
Jul 3, 2014 12:43:09 GMT -5
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too
Jul 3, 2014 12:43:09 GMT -5