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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jun 19, 2014 17:46:05 GMT -5
The Great Hall is the throne room of the king. The Iron Throne sits on a raised iron dais with high and narrow steps. A long carpet stretches from the throne to the Hall's great oak-and-bronze doors. The Hall itself is cavernous, and can sit 1,000 people. It is oriented north to south, with high, narrow windows on the eastern and western walls. Skulls of the Targaryen dragons adorn the walls. This is where the Queen hears petitions and sits in judgement.
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jun 19, 2014 17:55:31 GMT -5
Month: August
Valarr stood with his family's by the other courtiers, he told them to wait and went to talk with the herald, expecting to find a spot in the schedule for his petition.
Returning to his place, he waited to be called.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2014 18:50:54 GMT -5
Aelys stood restlessly, her arms folded.
"Will we be petitioning together, or separately?" Aelys asked her brother.
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jun 19, 2014 18:57:10 GMT -5
"Together, it spares our beloved queen's time..." He petted his siter's head. "Be patient"
Valarr marveled the Queen's face, it had been three years but those beautiful lilac eyes and silver hair would never leave the back of his eyelids. He was nervous, the dragon thing was just a treat compared to the pleasure of talking directly to her again.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2014 19:02:11 GMT -5
Aelys wrinkled her nose at her brother patting her head. She was almost as tall as him, it felt belittling. His wistful look when he spoke of the queen almost made her roll her eyes. How one could let themselves get in a state where they put on an idiotic expression like that was beyond her. Valarr's talk of love in the past just made her think of some manner of disease that softened the mind and made one a simpering fool.
"I take it you will be doing all the talking?"
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 19, 2014 19:04:58 GMT -5
The heralds announced Orys Dondarrion, the Lord of the Marches and Lord jure uxoris of Nightsong, as well as the de factor heir to his brother's seat in Blackhaven. A powerful Marcher lord was something of a surprise to see at court, for men like Lord Orys spent most of their year campaigning in the Dornish mountains, rather than at court.
"I have come to lay a petition before her grace, Queen Rhaena, the first of her name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, the Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. By virtue of my Targaryen blood, as a great-grandson of King Maegor the First, I request the right to travel to Dragonstone and bond a dragon, that I might better defend my domains as well as your grace's southern border, against Dornish incursion," the young Lord spoke in a loud, clear voice that carried across the Hall, which fell silent as the assembled courtiers waited for the Queen's response.
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jun 19, 2014 19:06:20 GMT -5
"No... You're a Targaryen, you have to learn to do things by yourself. " Valarr winked at her, he guessed it'd be what she wanted. "I won't be here for you forever."
The Lord of Oltown tried to keep his voice low not to importunate Orys in his pledge.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2014 19:11:50 GMT -5
"No... You're a Targaryen, you have to learn to do things by yourself. " Valarr winked at her, he guessed it'd be what she wanted. "I won't be here for you forever." Even with the Queen not there yet, he tried to keep his voice low not to importunate other people. Aelys too spoke in a hushed tone; "I can already do things for myself, Valarr," she replied. "You know I'm not like these waifs." |
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 19, 2014 19:37:56 GMT -5
No one was allowed into the Throne Room until the Queen was sitting on the throne. As usual the windows were shut, and candles lit the room in the absence of the sun, making the room hotter than it should be, not that it bothered Rhaena.
At her signal, she waved a hand and the main doors were opened, allowing in the courtiers and other petitioners.
Rhaena, as she always did for court, wore leather trousers and a finely made shirt, this time in a deep emerald, she wore her black circlet, sitting perfectly on her head, her hair loose and over her shoulders. Her bow lay at the foot of the throne, easily within reach, dark sister at her side still.
She was tiny compared to the throne, still being a petite woman, two more of her could have sat beside her on it, it being designed for burly men in armour, but her presence filled it where her body did not, and she did not look out of place on it, after eighteen years sitting atop it.
"You have done well enough against the Dornish so far, without a dragon, how would you utilise a dragon in your endeavors against the Dornish, where others before you have failed?" She asked, her tone carrying in the silence as she looked down on the Lord.
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 19, 2014 19:46:27 GMT -5
"The Dornish are cowardly opponents, but they are not fools nor do they lack for boldness. Nightsong was besieged for nigh on two months last year, when the Stone Hawk and his men poured out of the Prince's Pass. It was only my men and I that held them there long enough for the Lords of Blackhaven and Griffin's Roost to aid us in driving them back; but for our efforts all of the Reach east of the Mander could be in flames," Lord Orys replied.
"I am sure your grace as not forgotten that the Dornish have dragons of their own, under their command, and if one had been present at Nightsong last year, your grace would certainly have a gaping hole in the defenses along her southern border. They are growing bolder, your grace. If you will not grant me leave to travel to Dragonstone, I would ask that you dispatch one of your own Dragonriders to the Marches, to support our forces on campaign."
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 19, 2014 20:10:06 GMT -5
Rhaena was silent for the shortest of short pauses, "In light of your reasoning, we do permit you to go forth and tame a dragon, under the provision that it be used in defense of the border. If the Dornish are really growing bolder, it may be time to show them what boldness will be met with when dealing with our Kingdom."
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 19, 2014 20:12:00 GMT -5
"Thank you, your grace," Lord Orys replied gratefully, bowing deeply to the Queen. "Rest assured, that those san- er, the Dornish, will remember why their ancestors fled the dragons of Valyria in the first place," he said, just barely stopping himself from using an extremely derogatory term for Dornishmen, one that was quite common in the Marches but not quite appropriate for court.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 19, 2014 20:18:29 GMT -5
"Come to the Royal Solar after court and you shall receive your orders to be on Dragonstone, present it to the guards at the harbour and they will direct you to the Dragonmont. Keep it on you, for if you lose it, they will send you back here, if you make it this far." Rhaena said, intoning the words of her father when dealing with potential riders. "Come back on a Dragon, or do not come back at all," She finished, intoning the words of her father when he sent would be riders to their likely death.
She waved a hand to indicate to the herald to summon forward the next petitioner.
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 19, 2014 20:27:48 GMT -5
Lord Dondarrion bowed, and moved aside to allowed the other petitioners to step forward, thanking the Queen again.
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jun 19, 2014 20:38:56 GMT -5
It was his time, Valarr and his sister assumed Orys' former position.
"My Queen..." He kneeled, before that marvelous purple gaze. His heart was thumping inside his chest, a feeling he never felt for any other woman. "I, Valarr Targaryen of Dragon's Roost and the Port, Voice of Oldtown, Defender of the Citadel and Beacon of the South, come before you to ask the same oportunity as Lord Orys."
"I was raised in this halls, your grace knows well about my indole and devotion for your cause. Let me go to Dragonstone, tame a dragon and come back as one of your most faithful Riders."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2014 20:52:41 GMT -5
Aelys knelt with her brother, assuming she should copy him, though remaining silent.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 19, 2014 20:55:36 GMT -5
Rhaena was about to announce her decision when the sister stepped forward, not introducing herself, but bowing at least, "We welcome you back to court, Lord Valarr, Is this your lady wife?"
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jun 19, 2014 20:58:30 GMT -5
"My younger sister, Aelys..." He answered. "She comes to make her own petition after mine, my Queen."
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 19, 2014 21:13:05 GMT -5
"We give you leave to go, Lord of Oldtown," she said, using the formal impersonal we as she always did on the throne, but a ghost of a smile was on her face, "There are already two attempting to tame a dragon, no more may go to Dragonstone for that purpose until one of them has returned.
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jun 19, 2014 21:16:18 GMT -5
"I'm thanked, my Queen." Aelys would be devastated, but she was young, she'd still have much time to make that voyage.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2014 21:17:59 GMT -5
Aelys' heart sank at that information, but she waited to be spoken to. She had the uneasy feeling that she was going to look a fool.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 19, 2014 21:25:30 GMT -5
Rhaena waved her hand to show that the girl should stand, and looked at her with a harsh gaze, "You we are not familiar with, why should we permit you to tame a dragon when the time comes?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2014 21:41:12 GMT -5
Aelys stood and looked up at the Queen;
"I wish to serve the Realm and honour my House, Your Grace," she stated clearly.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 19, 2014 21:46:23 GMT -5
"How can a little girl possibly honour her house?" She asked, leaning forward, it was a clear challenge, but to do what was unclear.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2014 21:56:48 GMT -5
"I am six and ten, Your Grace," Aelys replied, evenly. "The same age you were when you took the throne, I believe. I am no little girl. I am a trained warrior and a proud Targaryen. I believe I ought to have the chance to prove myself as a worthy member of the House by taming a dragon."
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too