The Tower of the Hand

[Prince Evan Martell]

The chambers and area controlled by the Hand of the King, Lord Aenys Targaryen

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Ser Domeric Thatcher stood guard at the bottom of the Tower of the Hand, sharing guard duty with ten other Royal guardsmen.

[Prince Evan Martell]

Marcellus stood and looked at the guards. Their armor was gleaming and it reminded him of how his father looked in his armor.

"I am .... I am Marcellus Martell",he swallowed. "I was told to report to the Hand."

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"Were you now?" Thatcher asked, his cloak white but his armour dark. "And on what business might that be?" He chuckled.

[Prince Evan Martell]

The boy looked at him, feeling his mocking tone. He straightened himself, hearing his grandfather's word to be strong,"To be his squire, of course."

Marcellus handed him the letter from the Grand Maester.

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Thatcher took the note and barely glanced at it. "I ain't a man who studied reading too much." He replied. "Best take this to the Hand himself. Go on, in with you." He nodded and one of the guards opened the door.

[Prince Evan Martell]

He took the note back and entered the room, looking at the many books and items inside the room. Marcellus darednot sit down until he told to do so. He stood there patiently waiting to be acknowledged by the Lord Hand.

[The Smith]

The Lord hand turned to face him. And raised an eyebrow, "Who are you?"

[Prince Evan Martell]

He jumped slightly and then quicklu composed himself,"I am Marcellus Martell, your new squire." He hands him the letter from the Grand Maester.

Marcellus' blue eyes were fixed in the Targaryen since he was the first he had ever seen,"I was sent to report to you."

[The Smith]

The hand looked at the letter, "I see that." He said, "What's your name again?"

[Prince Evan Martell]

Sept 22, 2013 18:45:12 GMT -5 The Smith said:

The hand looked at the letter, "I see that." He said, "What's your name again?"

"Marcellus Martell, my Lord Hand", he continued to stare at him. "I was sent as a Ward from Dorne to be here at Kings Landing. My grandfather, Prince Evan Martell requested that I become your squire."

He then stood silent, waiting for his next command. He was scared, but more excited. he could fell that he was finally going to be a knight like his father.

[The Smith]

"What can you do?" The Hand asked.

[Prince Evan Martell]

Sept 22, 2013 19:05:02 GMT -5 The Smith said:

"What can you do?" The Hand asked.

"I have began learning skills with a sword, I can ride very well", he smiled," and I know every sigil of every house in Westeros."

"I am fit and willing to learn whatever you feel the need to teach, My Lord."

[The Smith]

"Which house has a Harpy?" Aenys asked as he sat down.

[Prince Evan Martell]

Sept 22, 2013 19:11:34 GMT -5 The Smith said:

"Which house has a Harpy?" Aenys asked as he sat down.

He looked puzzled for a second as he searched his memory,"None, My Lord. I believe that belongs to a Meerense House." Marcellus was hoping inside he was right, inside his gut he felt he was right.