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Post by Vhagar on Feb 4, 2014 16:48:01 GMT -5
Unknown to Vira, her brief companion of Dragonstone, Edmund Waters, had gained admittance to the castle and though he had not sought an audience with the king, and didn't like the Red Keep, today he had decided to lurk in the shadows of court and watch the petitioners. Usually, though, he spent his time in the Dragonpit or the tavern, where he felt more comfortable.
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 4, 2014 17:04:51 GMT -5
The throne was empty at this particular time, His Grace not holding court during his daughter's celebration. The courtiers whispered he had gone flying.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 18:21:35 GMT -5
Vira returned to the party.
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Post by Daemon Waters on Feb 7, 2014 23:11:50 GMT -5
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Standing outside the large opened doors of the throne room, Arenya waited to be announced. Her fitted mail armor gleamed with the morning light, she held her helm under arm.
In a few moments her idea will become realized. She knew that her life would be forever changed and that the path may not be easy, but Hells what is these days? She was to be the first woman to be named a member of the Kingsguard, if that wasn't a big enough target painted on her ass she didn't know what was. As she stood thinking of all the mixed betrothals going on within the kingdom, she felt slightly relieved not to be involved.
Looking into the throne room she could see The Lord Commander was standing in his place near the King.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 8, 2014 8:54:21 GMT -5
Recently returned from Oldtown, Queen Rhaella was present as well. She sat in her usual chair, a wooden throne carved in the shape of a three headed dragon, with a red velvet cushion.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 8, 2014 10:53:02 GMT -5
The Lord Commander overwatched Arenya with a slight scowl, seeing the helm in her hand. Women. They had to make everything more difficult then it needed to be. The white cloak for the King to place around her shoulders was with a page, ready to be handed to the King when the time came. For a moment Brandon fantasized about Maegor strangling Arenya with it, but then felt bad when it occurred to him that with Maegor, he very well might. He sighed.
This woman will be the death of me.
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 10, 2014 4:07:00 GMT -5
Standing outside the large opened doors of the throne room, Arenya waited to be announced. Her fitted mail armor gleamed with the morning light, she held her helm under arm. In a few moments her idea will become realized. She knew that her life would be forever changed and that the path may not be easy, but Hells what is these days? She was to be the first woman to be named a member of the Kingsguard, if that wasn't a big enough target painted on her ass she didn't know what was. As she stood thinking of all the mixed betrothals going on within the kingdom, she felt slightly relieved not to be involved. Looking into the throne room she could see The Lord Commander was standing in his place near the King. The herald announced her. |
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Post by Daemon Waters on Feb 10, 2014 7:34:11 GMT -5
Areyna stepped proudly down to the front of the room. Her eyes only looking forward at her brother, not focused on the faces of the gathered crowd or the whispers that surrounded her as to why they were there or what had she done to be presented to his majesty.
She stopped before the throne, she kneeled to her brother not saying a word, waiting for the King to address her.
She knew the words, the Lord Commander's voice repeating them inside her head, also followed by the look on his face if she even thought about making a jest of the situation.
This was serious, she knew it now, two lives hung in the balance after she said her oath from this day forward.. Her's and the Lord Commander's.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 10, 2014 10:35:32 GMT -5
Several members of the Kingsguard were present, since they knew well that this day would prove a turning point in their proud history. Ser Jon Gaunt and Ser Olyvar Webber did not look best pleased at the situation, but Ser Derryk Moore, younger and less concerned with tradition, grinned contentedly.
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 10, 2014 19:32:18 GMT -5
"What is it you desire of us?" Maekar inquired, looking down from the lofty heights of the monstrous throne.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 10, 2014 21:00:04 GMT -5
Brandon's face was a mask even as his heart leapt. Leave it to Maegor to drag this out and give the poor woman a chance to misstep. He watched Arenya carefully and held his breath.
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Post by Daemon Waters on Feb 10, 2014 21:16:09 GMT -5
"What is it you desire of us?" Maekar inquired, looking down from the lofty heights of the monstrous throne. Raising her head as she stood,"Your Grace, I have been tried and tested... And prevailed in all." Arenya took in a breath and let the words fall in the empty air,"I wish, with your permission, to take the oath to become a member of your Kingsguard." |
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 11, 2014 2:42:00 GMT -5
There was an audible gasp and murmurs from those gathered who had not been privy to the news, many of the courtiers giving the princess queer glances. A few sniggers were hardly suppressed as well, most at least knowing it would be unwise to openly laugh at the sister of the king.
"It seems we are in quite a predicament then." Maegor replied, steeping his fingers. "We had thought you might make a fine bride for the recently widowed Lord Stark, though by their nature it seems we can only grant one of these notions."
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 11, 2014 9:31:39 GMT -5
Brandon sighed inwardly. Perhaps his grace would not be content until all his relatives despised him. He certainly did his best to drive away their affection.
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Post by Daemon Waters on Feb 11, 2014 12:56:44 GMT -5
There was an audible gasp and murmurs from those gathered who had not been privy to the news, many of the courtiers giving the princess queer glances. A few sniggers were hardly suppressed as well, most at least knowing it would be unwise to openly laugh at the sister of the king. "It seems we are in quite a predicament then." Maegor replied, steeping his fingers. "We had thought you might make a fine bride for the recently widowed Lord Stark, though by their nature it seems we can only grant one of these notions." She closed her eyes, the anger and hurt crossed her face, but she looked at her brother. Her head held high at his answer. "If that is what your grace wishes, I have no choice but to oblige my majestic brother and contend with the needs of the realm against my own..." If her violet eyes were daggers, she would have ran them from his dick to his nose cutting him in half. Arenya knew he was going to do this, she knew he would go back on his word, but to make her a public spectacle and send her to the North, away from everyone was probably his ultimate plan to make sure no other woman of his kin would dare try it again. She waited for his retort, her eyes still on his, she could have sworn he had a small smirk on his face. Arenya turned her gaze to the Lord Commander, she gave him a small grin and a respectful nod . Hopefully he understood, he needn't worry anymore about his life being held in the balance. Even if he was not a trueblood brother to her, she understood and was glad to make that decision. |
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 11, 2014 14:27:20 GMT -5
Rhaella's gaze flickered from Arenya to Brandon before before settling back on Arenya. Her expression gave away nothing about her own thoughts on this matter as she addressed her sister.
"His Grace the king is within his rights to make a match for his sister, as you well know. You have been fortunate enough to be spared a diplomatic marriage until now, dear sister. I always wondered that our father Prince Maeron, and our grandfather, King Maegor, did not insist upon it years ago. But His Grace is correct that Lord Stark is in want of a wife. The North is somewhat remote from the rest of the realm and less afflicted than most of the realm regarding the wars that have plagued our lives. The proposed marriage would ally our houses and give us reason to be confident of Stark's loyalty to the crown. And despite your protests to the contrary, it is likely not impossible for you to conceive a child to unite the two houses."
She paused for effect.
"And yet you have come here to seek permission to join the Kingsguard, a most honourable and noble order. But it is, in essence, a brotherhood of men. You know I share your view that women are capable of many things that custom denies us. I would like to grant your desire, myself, but it may be a woman's vanity that urges that course of action. If His Grace consents, this will require him to overturn eighty years of tradition begun by Aegon the Conqueror himself. It will cause friction between yourself and your sworn brothers, and the lords and ladies of the realm may laugh at the Kingsguard behind their backs. That is unfortunate, and it may do much harm to the Kingsguard."
Rhaella paused again.
"I have been told that you have already been knighted. Traditions may be changed, in time, but it is rarely a good idea to change them all at once. Even Aegon and his sisters did not force the lords of Westeros to give up all their customs. Kings Landing was not built in a day, nor will your hopes be addressed so easily. I myself have served the realm as both warrior and wife, and hope to do so for many years. Could you be content with knighthood?"
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 11, 2014 15:14:43 GMT -5
"Your graces, if I may," Brandon said with a sigh, "Princess Arenya has pledged herself with great dedication to this task. As Queen Rhaella points out, she has sworn herself to a knighthood. Such a situation is unprecedented, and I think, now that it is publicly known," He said, pausing for a moment to contemplate slaying the little whisperer who had given that away, "creates a potential for discomfort for Lord Stark, whereas there can be no insult taken in the decision to elevate a trusted sibling and family member where they can protect his grace the King. Finding a more... womanly and less controversial choice for lord Stark should be possible, if inconvienent."
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Post by Daemon Waters on Feb 11, 2014 20:04:55 GMT -5
“My Queen… With the war that has plagued us most of our lives, Father and Grandfather were fine with my taking part of fighting for our blood, our religion and our family. As you know marriage for me was not on the forefront of the minds of those great Kings. I was allowed serve just for that reason, you were chosen to be Sister-Wife over me for courtly qualities that I did not possess."
“Yes, the North is far removed from my home and all I know here in Kings Landing, but I will do as our King commands and retain the loyalty of the Starks.”
“My intention was not to join the Kingsguard for vain reasons. I have bled for our King in more battles in my life, taken scars in his name. It is a position of honor, but in my heart it was more important to pursue an avenue to protect him with my life, to give pause to those that would think to harm him. I was not intent on changing eighty years of tradition, again I was not thinking in that direction. I love our King, I love our brother and that is what drove my ambition. “
She paused and grinned at her thought,”My ambition… My ambition as it seems is what has caused this moment. “My ambition is what led here to give me all in attempting to best those with all I had. My ambition that blinded me to the fact that yes it may cause a riff that is unjust to our greatest and nobliest of knights.”
“My ambition…. To serve our brother, not caring about what others would have to say but seeing past my woman form and only seeing someone willing to give all to protect our King."
“Yes, Your Grace I have been knighted by the Lord Commander, himself.” Arenya looked at Rhaella,”I can see that yes, my quest was before it’s time, but I am content with whatever decision will be laid before me. I am a Princess of the Crown and a Knight, I do not have the option of refusal to my King, but yes I am content with my knighthood.”
"But if it is the will of our King and my duty as a Princess of the Crown.... I will relinquish my knighthood for the betterment of the realm."Arenya took in another breath and then became silent and would wait for her brother’s response, when the Lord Commander spoke up. Arenya looked at him.
"The Lord Commander is correct that I am not the most womanly of my kin, but I will do as His Grace commands and remain sure that Lord Stark will see me for more than a sword and a haircut."
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 11, 2014 20:50:58 GMT -5
So in the end she had flinched. Brandon scowled. I deserve what I get, he told himself. A furious king. Furious brothers. And no closer to filling the gods cursed position. And all because I have to open my big dumb Northern mouth out of sympathy for someone who wants to serve the way I once wanted to serve.
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 11, 2014 23:16:24 GMT -5
Maegor listened to the exchange with a stony expression, eventually raising a hand for silence.
"We have not yet given any command." he replied evenly. "We also have no intention of causing Lord Stark any potential discomfort by promising a maid well passed her prime, nor have we ever had the genuine inclination to do so. A knight of the Kingsguard is more than just talent with a blade, but mastery of will. Were we to grant a woman the white cloak, she would have to be an exceptional paragon of all the qualities inherent in the oath, as they must be a way of life rather than merely words. Otherwise she would be little more than an amusing novelty. Your skill at arms may have already been tested, but your will had not been until this moment."
He turned his gaze to his Lord Commander.
"With that in mind, do you still feel Princess Arenya is fit to wear the cloak, Ser Brandon?" he inquired with a tone that implied this would be the final time he asked. "Is this a knight that will never flee, nor falter in their duty? We have out doubts with her flinching at the first sign of hardship. Perhaps she has been tried and left wanting. What say you?"
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 12, 2014 9:17:52 GMT -5
Brandon looked hard at Arenya. "Until now your grace there was no doubt in my mind." He said, "but that has changed. The level of dedication is not what I thought it was. I withdrawal my previous statement."
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Post by Daemon Waters on Feb 12, 2014 10:26:43 GMT -5
Brandon looked hard at Arenya. "Until now your grace there was no doubt in my mind." He said, "but that has changed. The level of dedication is not what I thought it was. I withdrawal my previous statement." Arenya heard his response and thought to herself,".. and that's what happens when you think like a woman... I was doomed either way, no matter which decision I made." She remained silent, whatever decision came from this was her doing. One decision made to save two lives and forego her desire now had turned all decisions to ash. Arenya took in a deep breath, waiting to see how much more of a spectacle could be made of her at court Her proud form before them never wavered, but in the words of her brother, at this point,"this is a mummer's farse", and gave him exactly what he wanted a show. |
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 12, 2014 15:46:55 GMT -5
"Then we are forced to reject your petition, Princess Arenya." His Grace proclaimed. "Will that be all?"
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Post by Daemon Waters on Feb 12, 2014 22:48:50 GMT -5
"Then we are forced to reject your petition, Princess Arenya." His Grace proclaimed. "Will that be all?" "Yes brother", she frowned, not even referring to him in his royal title,"... That is all." Arenya then knelt, stood and turned to leave the throne room as she entered, proud and silent with the whispers to her back. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 13:11:13 GMT -5
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Almost two months after the wedding of Baelon Waters and Arwyn Cuy, Lord Maekar arrives back in the throne room, with Lady Visenya Targaryen and Vira of Lower Crinkley beside him.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too