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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 21, 2013 14:52:30 GMT -5
Quarters made available for the Martells when they visit the Red Keep. It is decorated in Dornish fashion and stocked with delights of Dornish lands, fruits, wine... etc...
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 21, 2013 14:53:49 GMT -5
Awaiting the arrival of his grandson, Marcellus, Evan paced slowly his mind racing thinking on Lyssa's words about the boy. He had no doubt that Marcellus would do as he asked, but the painful truth of hearing of his mother's death may change that... Or should he tell him?
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 21, 2013 14:57:03 GMT -5
Marcellus was led down by a servant, when he saw his grandfather he broke into a grin, but stayed at the door as he had been taught until he was asked.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 21, 2013 15:04:10 GMT -5
"Marcellus", Evan smiled widely,"Come in, my young man." He then sat making room for his grandson. "I have no doubt the Targaryens have been treating you well."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 21, 2013 15:06:08 GMT -5
Marcellus shot a look to the servant then bounded to his grandfather and threw himself into a hug.
"Very well thank you." He said, muffled by the hug.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 21, 2013 15:10:00 GMT -5
Evan chuckled, then looked down at his face,"I am glad to hear that..." He then released the boy from the embrace, he nodded to the servant letting him know that he was no longer needed.
He waited for the servant to depart the room, he stood and closed the door and returned to his seat. "I have missed you boy", Evan smiled," But you do know why you are here?" He waited for his answer to be sure that Adrien had not soiled his mind. "Marcellus, if I were to ask you to do something... Would you do it for me, for our family? Without question?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 21, 2013 15:16:21 GMT -5
"I am here because you wanted me to be?" He answered, sounding unsure.
He nodded slowly at the second question. "I am a Martell." He said proudly.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 21, 2013 15:21:58 GMT -5
"Yes, that is part of it,"he nodded,"But do not sound unsure, being a ward of the crown is great honor and opportunity. You should be proud."
"And yes most of all, you are a Martell. Never doubt it.", he beamed proudly, then his smiled faded as he asked him,"Have you heard from your mother in your time here at all? A letter, a visit, anything?" Evan was preparing to tell the boy what he feared may break him, but he needed to know if the news would break his allegiance to him or it he would take it as Lyssa did and carry on.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 21, 2013 15:27:22 GMT -5
"I am proud Grandpapa." The boy answered. "Because we have to show how good we are, dont we?"
He shook his head then. "Mother hasnt shown me any interest."
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 21, 2013 15:37:23 GMT -5
"Always,"he placed his hand on his shoulder,"Always for the good of Dorne and our house."
Evan then sighed,"I don't understand why because she did miss you terribly. Adrien always blamed me for sending you here, Marcellus, always. Even your father was against my choice, but it was the right one for you, for the family."
He tightened his jaw and then spoke the words,"Marcellus, your mother dishonored our family and took her own life to spite my choices throughout her life." Evan looked down,"She did it while I was here, she did in our home in Sunspear and left me a letter blaming me for it."
He then looked at his grandson looking for the reaction that would show the blood of the Yronwood in him that would make him be proud and the blood of the Martells that would make him do his duty. Evan needed him to be strong and capable of what he had to ask him.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 21, 2013 15:40:32 GMT -5
The boy looked confused for a moment, then sadness and anger flicked through until he just stopped and looked as he was, a very small young boy.
"She left me?" He whispered, his eyes filling. "You say that she loved me and she left?"
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 21, 2013 15:49:28 GMT -5
He sighed,"She did love you, but she hated me more. And yes, she did abandon you, but I refuse to take the blame for this act of selfishness." He nodded,"Her choice was a selfish one, she chose to hurt me and leave than to stay and love you as a mother should." Evan then stared at him,"and do her duties as a Dornish woman, as a Princess of Dorne."
"Marcellus, you are a prince of Dorne. Your duties are clear, your responsibilities are clear. Even though you are here in Kings Landing, you still have your duties to your family House. Do you understand?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 21, 2013 15:50:26 GMT -5
The boy sniffed and looked down at the floor but nodded.
"She left me." He whispered.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 21, 2013 15:52:06 GMT -5
Evan sighed deeply knowing that his words were lost to the little grieving boy at this moment and hugged his grandson tightly to him,"Yes my boy, she did."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 21, 2013 15:55:24 GMT -5
"Was I that bad?" He asked, hugging his grandfather. "I try to be good I really do. I try to do what I am told to do. I try to be a good Prince."
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5