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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Dec 14, 2012 9:05:03 GMT -5
Positioned on the furthest outlying stack island of Pyke, The Sea Tower is also the oldest part of the castle and the residence of the ruling Greyjoy lord. It contains sleeping quarters as well as a solar for business to be conducted in.
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Dec 17, 2012 22:01:39 GMT -5
The Grey Lady glides over the sea, Naomi stands topside with Briea, holding the twin boys as the sea air tosses their hair. Its sails falling and being tied down by the crew as the ship makes it dock.
Naomi wanted to pay her respects to the new King of the Ironborn and show him the gifts the Drowned God had bestowed upon her. She smiled at Briea,"Come let us pay our respects." Auric cooed in her ear and Naomi kissed her son's cheek.
Breia sighed, nodding and followed her sister into the Sea Tower.
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Dec 18, 2012 10:13:48 GMT -5
Vickon loomed over the map, his eyes darting from one island to another. Since had heard news that some of his vassals had refused to swear him fealty he had become obsessive in planning a military offensive. Frowning, he pressed his dagger into the wood table, it helped him think. Already he had chipped away quite a sizeable chunk. How could his lords be so foolish? Could they not see what he saw? That he would undoubtedly win them a great victory? The Drowned God guided his every action. He could not fail.
At that moment his guard, Torgon entered. "You have visitors your grace."
"Who?"
"Says her name is Naomi Harlaw, your grace. Says she has gifts for you."
Naomi... The girl he had bedded on the beach. Leman's daughter.
He nodded. "Send her in." Torgon bowed and swiftly left the room. Sinking down into his seat, Vickon toyed with the dagger in his hand. He had been a fool then. A bastard, not a King. Now things were different. Now things were very different.
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Dec 18, 2012 13:37:51 GMT -5
Naomi entered holding the small redheaded Auric, while Breia cradled his brother, Aeron, his grey eyes taking in the sights as his head moved about. "Be still young one", Breia whispered to him, she looked to Naomi,"What if he will not acknowledge them? What if he refuses? What if...."
Naomi smiled,"Do not worry, if does not claim them... He will in the end. I do not want his kingdom, I just want him to see them."
"After that, we will leave to find father."
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Dec 19, 2012 22:51:15 GMT -5
He looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps. Standing by the doorway was Naomi Harlaw, seemingly unchanged since he last saw her. She pushed her short brown hair out of her eyes as she walked. Beside her was her younger sister, Breia. Leman had thrown a rage when he discovered that she had left with her older sister. It took four men to hold him down and stop him swimming after the ship. She had grown, Vickon noticed and was beginning to look more like her sister. What truly caught Vickon's attention though were the small bundles they both held in their hands. From where he sat he could not tell what they were, but he assumed they were the gifts that Torgon had mentioned.
"Naomi! Breia! It has been too long. Have you come to swear fealty to your new king? I must admit you would be one of the few..."
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Dec 19, 2012 22:54:42 GMT -5
Naomi smiled,"Of course, Your Grace." Auric cooed again,"When I saw you last, you had ambitions on becoming a Captain with my father's help, now look at you..." She smiled, brightly,"Your are King of the Ironborn."
"Much to be accomplished by a Pyke, now Greyjoy." Her eyes glazed over him, Vickon had changed, still handsome as the last time they were together, but his brow seemed to carry worry. "What is wrong?"
Breia stood to the side of her sister silently, watching and holding Aeron to her, trying to keep him still.
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Dec 19, 2012 23:01:55 GMT -5
He had heard a sound. A faint sound. The same sound his brother would make. Perhaps he was hearing things. It would not be the first time the wind had played tricks on him in this castle. He rose from his chair. "I am King true enough but I have no kingdom to rule." He raised his dagger, pointing at the map.
"The Ironborn lords are stubborn as ever. Most refused to swear me fealty, others stayed silent, but none have bent the knee." His upper lip turned into a snarl. "They shall all feel my wrath."
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Dec 19, 2012 23:06:13 GMT -5
Aeron lifted his head from the blanket and turned in the direction of Vickon's voice, Breia stared at the Ironborn King in surprise. "I.... I....", she then looked at Naomi.
Naomi sighed,"I am sorry for your stress, your Grace, but I have gifts that I have received from the Drowned God to show you." She rubbed Auric head, and leaned over Aeron and kissed his forehead as he eyes seems focused on Vickon's movements.
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Dec 19, 2012 23:14:14 GMT -5
His gaze drifted down at the sound of the child. "Your gifts..." The one that Breia held was staring at him now and he saw those eyes. Those grey eyes. The same grey eyes of his father. His own grey eyes. "I... when..." Gifts from the Drowned God. He shambled forward and touched the child on the head. "What are their names?"
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Dec 19, 2012 23:18:38 GMT -5
"This is Auric, the Red." she held him so that Vickon could see him,"And that is Aeron, the Grey." She smiled at her sons,"They were born during a storm, I brought them here to meet you. To let you see them." Breia held her breathe as she handed Aeron to Vickon, then she spoke, "He is the curious one."
Naomi nuzzled Auric's red hair again,"And he is the quiet one."
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Dec 19, 2012 23:37:32 GMT -5
Vickon held the babe at arms length. Their eyes met, his sons grey eyes matching his own. The child began to smile and Vickon his own heart begin to lift. He realised just how long it had been since he had smiled. He was almost happy.
A flash shot across his sons face then, if just for a moment. The boys eyes had been a deep purple for but an instant, but it was enough. A pain ached in his heart. Aelinor... It had been several weeks since he had heard news of her untimely death. Since then he had been stone. The burden of Kingship did not give him time for rest anyway.
He hardened his face and cleared his throat. "Very Good." He handed the child back to Breia.
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Dec 19, 2012 23:43:01 GMT -5
Breia took back her nephew, rewrapped his swaddling. "Yes, Your Grace." She stood, holding Aeron, looking at Naomi.
She nodded after seeing his reaction and how quickly it had changed. " She kissed Auric's forehead again, holding him to her. "Their names are Pyke, I did not give them your's since it was not my place."
"Well then, if it would please your Grace, I will take my leave and go to Harlaw island and see my father. He maybe a little more delighted to see his grandsons." She nodded at Vickon,"Your Grace."
"Come Breia, let us take our leave. The King is much too busy for our.... Interruptions."
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Dec 19, 2012 23:58:53 GMT -5
Vickon waved a hand. "I'm afraid that won't be possible. Your uncle is an enemy of the crown. Bringing my sons to his court would only endanger their lives. Besides, your father is not there. Said he had business in the North or something. He should return soon enough, in the meantime I shall give you a room in the Bloody Keep. You may stay there until he returns or until I have defeated me enemies. Whichever comes first."
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Dec 20, 2012 0:06:41 GMT -5
The ladies stopped and turned looking at him. "My uncle, an enemy?" Breia frowned,"So because there is unrest in the Iron Islands, we are to stay here in the middle of a Maelstrom that is directed at you?"
Naomi, touched Breia's hand,"We are safe here? Can you guarantee that Vickon, that they are safe here?"
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Dec 20, 2012 0:12:46 GMT -5
Vickon's mood lightened, Breia was too much like her father. "Of course. The Drowned God is on our side. None of my enemies shall ever be able to harm you here in Pyke. I won't let them."
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