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Post by Maekar on Feb 11, 2014 20:12:54 GMT -5
The space between the Red Keep's massive square curtain walls and the inner barrier of the moat that separates Maegor's Holdfast from the set of the keep, is a bustling area filled with stables, smithies, and the cobbled pathways are constantly crisscrossed by squires running this way and that, delivering messages and going about their duties. The main gates of the Red Keep face northwest and the road that leaves them runs straight through the city to the Gate of the Gods. In the curtain wall's shadow, just south of the gates, sit the massive stables that are said to be large enough to hold five hundred horses at a time. The smithies are further south, and on the north side of the gates sits the main barracks of the City Watch.
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Post by Maekar on Feb 11, 2014 20:14:15 GMT -5
The morning after Baelon's wedding to Lady Cuy, Maekar strides across the bailey toward the gates, several packs slung over his shoulders, along with a bow and quiver of arrows for some inexplicable reason. Vigilance hangs at his waist, and he wears riding leathers that, though of high quality, are unadorned.
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Post by Horas on Feb 11, 2014 20:37:05 GMT -5
Aegon was returning from a leatherworker in the outer bailey, carrying a new sheath for his axe. Simple leather had sufficed for his old axe to keep the blade from cutting into a leg when Aegon was unarmored. But Penance was Valyrian steel, and in only a few days of carrying it the razor-edged axe head had cut the leather covering to tatters. The new sheath was tipped with a steel cap, and Aegon hoped it would remedy the problem.
He had not noticed he had crossed paths with Maekar until he looked up from inspecting the work. "Maekar," he said. His tone was somewhat cool. "Where are you off to?"
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Post by Maekar on Feb 11, 2014 20:42:21 GMT -5
"Ungh," Maekar replied with a wince. "I'm to the Dragonpit, I'm flying to the Kingswood to hunt down an outlaw. The one who Lord Byrne captured and let escape a few years back, she killed half his garrison on the way out. Father wants her alive," he added with a shudder, not wanting to think about what Maekar intended to do with her once she was caught.
"Is that the axe from the vaults?" he asked, looking at Aegon's weapon. "A beautiful thing. Does it have a name?"
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Post by Horas on Feb 11, 2014 20:58:11 GMT -5
"Ah." Aegon replied shortly, in the same cool tone. "More Inquisitor work."
He held up the axe briefly. "I call it Penance," Aegon told his half brother, before sheathing it in its new covering and attaching it to the loop on his belt.
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Post by Maekar on Feb 11, 2014 21:09:45 GMT -5
"Fitting," Maekar replied awkwardly. He was unsure what the prince wanted by stopping him, and he glanced around to see if anyone was in earshot; it did not appear that they were.
"I heard about your betrothal to Rhaena," he said in a soft tone, pausing, trying to decide what to say. "Congratulations; do not fear that I will trouble you, or her."
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Post by Horas on Feb 11, 2014 21:22:19 GMT -5
Aegon was somewhat surprised, in truth; Maekar had lost an eye and almost his dragon for her sake. "Let's not pretend the arrangement portends happiness for anyone involved," Aegon said quietly. "I heard about your lordship. Congratulations, it is deserved. I also hear you still wear the black cloak. What happened to being your own man, Maekar? What happened to making amends?"
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Post by Maekar on Feb 11, 2014 21:35:58 GMT -5
"He would not have accepted my resignation," Maekar replied in the same soft tone. "I am a bastard and a cripple before I am a Lord, and without the King that is all I am, or will be. Perhaps I am a craven as well, but I saw no other choice," he added.
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Post by Horas on Feb 11, 2014 21:44:19 GMT -5
"What better time, now that you have a lordship to support yourself? Yours is a title appointed, not born," Aegon said more heatedly, though he kept his voice low. Perhaps he was being uncharitable; he had learned firsthand how ruthless their father could be at sinking his hooks in to achieve his purpose. But where he had once seen the Knight Inquisitors as a necessary sort of evil, he was increasingly beginning to see them as just evil. The image of Trajan lifting his crossbow and the blood streaming down Elsey's ankle were etched in his mind.
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Post by Maekar on Feb 11, 2014 21:48:21 GMT -5
"My title is appointed, not born," Maekar repeated, "and revoked just as easily. Without the incomes of Darkheart, or my commission from the King, there is nothing in the world to separate me from the peasants at the bottom of the hill."
He paused for a moment, and his face hardened. "I do not wish to live like that, among the muck and shit that they wallow in."
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Post by Horas on Feb 11, 2014 21:57:57 GMT -5
"You know you would not live that way. You have a dragon, and skills," Aegon argued, frustrated. "And you have more family than just our father," he added more softly. Aegon had more than enough money to give, prize from his victory over the Dragonbane, but he could not think of a way to say it without stinging Maekar's pride. "Are you saying you would rather the alternative -- to keep doing what Trajan does? How long until the next name on your list is Daenya or Rhaena or me?"
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Post by Maekar on Feb 11, 2014 22:11:04 GMT -5
Maekar's jaw set stubbornly, but Aegon could see the blood drain from his face at the mention of Rhaena's name. "The King is not without reason," he replied. "He would never give such an order unless forced, as Aemy forced him. I took no pleasure in my deeds, but she did betray him, and you as well."
He could not bring himself to say that she deserved her fate, but neither could her crime have gone unpunished. He also did not say that he would sooner end his own life, than harm Rhaena, regardless of any treasons she committed. "I cannot but serve. You have your place, your grace, and I have mine."
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Post by Horas on Feb 11, 2014 22:34:25 GMT -5
Aegon set his own jaw and looked past Maekar. "Go then," he said coldly, then checked his tongue before he said something which could not be unsaid.
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Post by Maekar on Feb 11, 2014 22:37:21 GMT -5
Maekar frowned, but nodded a farewell and continued to the Dragonpit.
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Post by Maekar on May 9, 2014 20:15:36 GMT -5
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Cyrax landed heavily in the bailey with a deafening roar; molten blood still oozed from several wounds across the dragon's neck and torso, but what drew the eye even more than that was not Maekar Dracaryn dismounting from the great dragon, two swords buckled at his hip. It was the body of Queen Rhaella Targaryen that he unchained from the dragon's saddle that drew everyones' eye, as Maekar laid her on the ground. He pointed at several gold cloaks who stood near by. "Four of you stand over the Queen until I send servants to prepare her for her funeral, the rest of you follow me," he snapped, striding toward the inner gates that led to Maegor's Holdfast, without looking to see if they followed.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too