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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 31, 2012 18:34:56 GMT -5
He eyed the storm lord and chose to ignore him. He strode over to his daughters and one by one kissed their hands. "My ladies..." He focused on the one who appeared to be near seventeen.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Dec 31, 2012 19:06:36 GMT -5
"We do" Trajan agreed from upon the dais. "Though I doubt you would carry yourself so highly if you knew what that business entailed."
"We will hear the words of the son of a deceased traitor, but will not do so lightly."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 31, 2012 19:31:19 GMT -5
He broke his gaze and returned to the Blackfyre. "I don't want a a quarrel my lord. I have no need to continue my father's pointless war. You know what I wish for?"
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Dec 31, 2012 19:34:01 GMT -5
Todric came alone, not having any men with him in Kingslanding anyway. He was pleased the Tyrell boy beat him here. This would be interesting.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Dec 31, 2012 20:00:42 GMT -5
"Convenient for you to claim that after his demise." Trajan noted. "At this point begging and pleading would likely suit you better than wishing, but we will hear you out."
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Post by Prince Edric Martell on Jan 1, 2013 16:06:56 GMT -5
Edric came quietly into the hall wearing a red robe with some jewels and a brown velvet underneath. He had his longsword on his hip and two guards at his sides, if it came to the worse, he would not die. But I don't think they are as stupid...
He stayed in the back, listening, and bowed at Trajan.
He saw Edwyn also, with his kids and then. Leo's kid, Jonas..Jon...what was his name...Andy...no...
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Jan 2, 2013 0:08:19 GMT -5
Edwyn said nothing, but gave a small brief frown as the Tyrell kissed his daughters' hands. If the young man hoped to ingratiate himself with one of the Regent's loyal lords, then he would need to do far more than just be polite to his daughters.
Edwyn acknowledged Edric with a friendly nod of his head when his long-time ally entered the Hall.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Jan 2, 2013 13:10:45 GMT -5
"My ladies may want to cover their ears." He waited for them to do so. "My lord Trajan, I have no quarrel with you. I, Jonnet Tyrell, only wants, needs, and wishes to fuck, drink, and hunt. I will swear oaths right here in front of the court if need be To you and the young king."
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Jan 2, 2013 19:28:45 GMT -5
Trajan was clearly unamused by the boy's crude tongue.
"Sadly the words and oaths of House Tyrell are wind to this court. You stood by and simply watched as your father broke the king's peace. We cannot tolerate this, but are not without mercy. Henceforth, you and the rest of the male Tyrell line will take the black, in hopes of regaining the honor you have forsaken. Your women will join the Silent Sisters in hopes of atoning for the sins of their husbands. Your children will be taken in as servants under loyal lords to learn the honor that their fathers did not see fit to teach them. House Tyrell is hereby stripped of its noble titles and lands, its treacherous seat of Highgarder to be reduced to ash. I speak these words on King Baelor's behalf, with the authority granted to me."
A slow smile spread over Trajan's face.
"There is a ship leaving tonight that will take you to Eastwatch by the Sea. Perhaps in the Nights Watch you will find hunting and drinking aplenty, but I fear you have fucked your last, Prince Tyrell."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Jan 2, 2013 19:37:58 GMT -5
Tybolt stood to one side, dressed in a red doublet slashed with cloth-of-gold and leaning against one of the columns. He was smirking bemusedly as he looked from the Lord Regent's face to the Tyrell boy's, not entirely surprised by this turn of events. He wondered if he could persuade any of the westernmost Reach Lords to swear fealty to the House Lannister. Even if he couldn't...well, his holdings were more or less intact. If he had been a religious man, he would have praised the seven.
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Post by Princess Lavinia Martell on Jan 2, 2013 20:31:21 GMT -5
Lavinia, from where she stood watching, giggled quietly to herself.
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Post by Prince Edric Martell on Jan 2, 2013 21:07:08 GMT -5
Edric couldn't hope but smile. Jonnet! That's the boy's name!
As Trajan spoke his words to Joneet, Edric had to contain himself. How can someone think himself so sassy as to say something like that? This Jonnet is truly a fool...
He leaned on a pillar and watched as the hall stopped filled with silence.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Jan 2, 2013 22:19:49 GMT -5
Trajan was clearly unamused by the boy's crude tongue. "Sadly the words and oaths of House Tyrell are wind to this court. You stood by and simply watched as your father broke the king's peace. We cannot tolerate this, but are not without mercy. Henceforth, you and the rest of the male Tyrell line will take the black, in hopes of regaining the honor you have forsaken. Your women will join the Silent Sisters in hopes of atoning for the sins of their husbands. Your children will be taken in as servants under loyal lords to learn the honor that their fathers did not see fit to teach them. House Tyrell is hereby stripped of its noble titles and lands, its treacherous seat of Highgarder to be reduced to ash. I speak these words on King Baelor's behalf, with the authority granted to me." A slow smile spread over Trajan's face. "There is a ship leaving tonight that will take you to Eastwatch by the Sea. Perhaps in the Nights Watch you will find hunting and drinking aplenty, but I fear you have fucked your last, Prince Tyrell." ((Trajan quit fucking me over, give me a chance!)) His heartbeat quickened. "What was I supposed to do? He was my father! I came here to resolve matters between our houses. Besides, my father barely led a rebellion! There was no fighting and it lasted a year! A year where it was mostly peace. During Robert's Rebellion House Tyrell and Martell stayed loyal to the crown, yet here Edric and I stand, our houses not extinguished all those years ago by Robert's warhammer. He knitted his brow. "Time my lord, that is all I ask. Give me time to prove my loyalty to the Crown! I mean no harm!" |
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Jan 2, 2013 22:33:05 GMT -5
(You made the son of a traitor. What did you expect would happen?)
Trajan's countenance remained unchanged, unmoved by Jonnet's plea.
"We do not deal in degrees of treason here!" he said firmly, his authoritative voice echoing in the now silent hall. "You should have reminded your father of the oaths he made before this court. Be grateful your foolish head remains on your shoulders. Loyalty a century ago does not pardon you from the crimes of today. Prince Martell stood by the Crown during its time of need."
"You will have all the time you need on the frozen walkways of the Wall. It would be best if you and your men surrendered yourself quietly."
On cue, the score of goldcloaks lining either side of the hall leveled their spears at Jonnet and his "loyal" knights. The five white knights stood in a line between Jonnet and the throne, hands of the hilts of their swords.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Jan 2, 2013 22:38:27 GMT -5
He drew his sword, but thought better and dropped it. He breathed deeply. "Lay down your arms friends. We cannot win." He eyed Trajan. "Before I leave, I beg of you to tell me. I implore you! Tell me who killed my father. Please, the truth. Don't tell me some assassin, I want a name."
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