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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Nov 18, 2012 0:57:34 GMT -5
Trajan entered the Great Hall to speak with the new king. He had not had a chance to greet his cousin since his return.
However, his attention was immediately averted to the Red Priestess, eyes drawn to her like a moth to the flame. He made his way over to her and Lord Baratheon.
"I see the Red God has found a replacement for his representation in Westeros." he said with a patronizing smile. For those that value true power, blood was always preferable to fire.
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Post by Prince Edric Martell on Nov 18, 2012 11:05:24 GMT -5
"I'll be glad to go," he says to Edwyn. "I don't think there's much for me if I stay here..."
Maybe...
He glanced at the Red Priestress and gave her a warm smile.
Then he saw Trajan Blakfyre enter the hall.
"My Lord" he said
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Post by The Darkness on Nov 18, 2012 15:18:27 GMT -5
"Prince Martell? Might I accompany you? Like I said I have plans I would like to discuses?" She offers a warm smile then curtsying to the new lord.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Nov 18, 2012 15:35:02 GMT -5
"I must commend your bravery for accepting the post after the fate the befell your predecessor and the circumstances of the King's assassination." he remarked, offering a hand in greeting. "Trajan Blackfyre."
He nodded to Prince Martell in greeting.
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Post by King Aelix Targaryen on Nov 18, 2012 23:51:58 GMT -5
Aelix renters a smile on his face. "Apoligies my lord, my wife just told me some wonderful news. Is there anything else I can help with?" He asked looking upon the group left.
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Nov 19, 2012 1:49:50 GMT -5
Apart from a slight furrowing of his brow, Edwyn appeared to have ignored the slight from the Blackfyre.
He clapped Edric's shoulder lightly at Edric's acceptance of his invitation to Storm's End.
"Good man! I shall look forward to it. Ravens shall be sent immediately to Storms End to prepare for our arrival."
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Post by Lord Damon Arryn on Nov 19, 2012 2:55:41 GMT -5
(Hopefully right place)
Damon enters, two of his black knights flanking him. He glances around the room, and notes the Iron Throne, but does not approach. "Did I miss anything?"
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Post by Prince Edric Martell on Nov 19, 2012 8:19:06 GMT -5
Edric looked at the woman. "I...As you wish My Lady," he smiled at her.
"I should do the same for Dorne," he said to Edwyn. "Besides, I've been here for a long time and haven't got any news..."
I hope nothing happened...
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Nov 21, 2012 18:08:26 GMT -5
Edwyn nodded. He turned to the King.
"The peace summit appears to be at end Your Grace. If there is no further requirements of me, I shall return to my lands."
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Dec 13, 2012 19:17:00 GMT -5
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As Lord Regent and Protector of the Realm until the orphaned son of King Aelix and Queen Aelinor comes of age, Trajan Blackfyre holds court at Kings Landing. Lord Commander Maekar had been sent to deal with the rebels, while another army was in the process of being raised under his father. The black dragon Iayuzth had been sent south with Maekar, orders given to reduce Tyrell and his host to ash.
He had married Princess Velena soon after Queen Aelinor's death in childbirth. With the Faith secured, their spy networks combined, and the Goldcloaks in hand martial law had been declared in the city. Any whispers of discontent were met with severe and swift punishment.
Trajan sat the Iron Throne, comfortable and regal in its embrace as if there were no place else he had been destined for. Dark Sister hung at his side. He was king in all but name, Aelinor's survivng child the only obstacle standing in the way of his claiming the crown through marriage to Velena. With a wave of his hand, he signalled the start of court, allowing the various petitioners to be ushered in.
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Post by The Darkness on Dec 17, 2012 9:07:32 GMT -5
Lady Velena smiles and walks in to the throne room past all the people who wish to make one request or another. Velena is bold, she walks right behind the Iron throne and drapes one pale hand across her new husbands chest she whispers into his ear.
"Trajan, the armies of the faith, the Stromlands, and the Royal army march upon the Flower Kingdom. Soon we will have the war over and carry on with our plans." She gives a grin, to some, one might think to be insane.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Dec 17, 2012 17:49:47 GMT -5
Trajan simply smiled, a winning smile that would be charming to one that did not know all the blood on his hands.
"The flowers will burn and order will reign." he said, loudly enough so that some of the lords gathered near him could hear. It was better to be feared than loved after all. He looked up at his bride, her smile beautiful to him.
"Have you had any luck locating the eggs?" he asked, now in a whisper.
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Post by The Darkness on Dec 17, 2012 19:00:22 GMT -5
She pouts. "I have been taking care of the little miracle, dear husband....but my spiders webs were not full with flies, at least not net."
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Dec 17, 2012 19:09:17 GMT -5
Trajan gritted his teeth. He did not know who had hidden the dragon's clutch of eggs, but he would have the guilty party flayed when he found them.
"There is nothing more important at the moment. Make sure your spiders are properly motivated."
(What'd Velena's jesus baby end up being anyways?)
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Post by The Darkness on Dec 17, 2012 19:14:24 GMT -5
(The child is a Male, and odiously the miracle child)
"Do not tell me how to do my job dear husband....remember who walked you to this spot. Now, I think I am going to my room. Join me if you wish." She stands and smiles sweetly to the group of commoners then makes her way to the stairs.
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