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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 4, 2013 1:37:39 GMT -5
It is late evening by the time Oswyn retires to their chambers, having spent the aftermath of the assassination attempt organizing the investigation and seeing the guests off properly.
His legs ached as he entered the chamber and began to prepare for bed, feeling exhausted.
"Storming from the hall like a petulant child was hardly fitting of your station." he remarked, unbuttoning his doublet.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 4, 2013 2:09:18 GMT -5
"Edric Stark does not have to concern himself with the Baratheon name!" Oswyn exclaimed, weathering her rage as Storm's End weathered the storms of Shipbreaker Bay. "Yohn was attempting to investigate a murder in our hall and you chose to take issue with the man he brought to perform that task. You shamed him in front of lords and ladies by reminding him of his son's misdeeds! You shamed our house by airing our family dispute before the most powerful men of the realm!"
He we seething now and was forced to sit as the muscles in his spine began to contract.
"As I told you before, you are not Lady Baratheon yet." he continue, taking a deep breath. "You cannot disrespect a male in this household, and a lord at that, in such a manner. It reflects poorly on me and it reflects poorly on the Stormlands."
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 6, 2013 22:48:26 GMT -5
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Donal enters the Baratheon Manse after making his trek back from the Vindictive Fishy. He is pale from loss of blood and he is clutching the shoulder of a limp arm and has a red stained cotton band tied around his neck.
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 6, 2013 23:00:02 GMT -5
"It would assume that the man who ruined our feast, had friends in the city who did not take kindly to my investigation." Donal answers weakly as the crowd of servants start trying to manhandle him more gently then the man who very recently was trying to push a dagger through his heart. "I got the Feast man's swords though." He says with a slight grin pointing to the two new swords strung through his belt, that where being removed by the servants.
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 6, 2013 23:09:47 GMT -5
"Unfortunately, I was not the one that killed them. That honor goes to Yohn and his friend Nicomo." Donal says, wincing every time Amelia touched his wounds with cleaning tonics. "I feel with their behavior though that this is just the beginning of their effort."
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 6, 2013 23:16:09 GMT -5
"That would be quite nice." Donal says taking the milk of poppy offered to him and drinking from it deeply. "I will also have to see Father in the morning." He manages before drifting off to sleep.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 7, 2013 0:09:47 GMT -5
Oswyn lingered by the doorway, watching as his wife patched up his half-brother. His face was impassive as Donal revealed the cause of his injuries, though his lips curled into a small smile as Yohn and Nicomo's role in the investigation was revealed.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 7, 2013 0:22:01 GMT -5
"Nonsense." Oswyn said sternly. "I'll not have my wife as the last line of defense between my brother and an assassin. Guards will be posted and you will come to bed."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 7, 2013 1:13:46 GMT -5
"That was not a request, my love." Oswyn replied, with a slight edge. "I'll not have my wife in the path of an assassin's blade."
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 7, 2013 1:50:12 GMT -5
A rather groggy red panda walks into the room sniffing here and there as if looking for something, after circling the room sniffing the small bear finds himself below the bed Donal is sleeping on, he jumps up on the bed and pawing at Donal's arm for a bit soon curls up on the mans belly and closes his eyes.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 7, 2013 3:00:14 GMT -5
"I think that is not your duty, regardless of how well you would or would not perform at the task." Oswyn replied, not feeling this was the time or place to say a woman with a sword in hand was as laughable as a whore in a sept. "Claws or not."
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 7, 2013 3:18:10 GMT -5
Donal in his drug induced sleep snores rather abruptly in the tension filed room.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 7, 2013 3:25:41 GMT -5
His eyes widened in surprise at his wife's disobedience, before narrowing in anger, stormclouds building behind his cobalt eyes.
"Once again, it was not a request." he said slowly, placing emphasis on each word, ignoring his brother's snoring. "Return to our chambers and cease your foolish notions."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 7, 2013 3:42:28 GMT -5
"The Seven Hells you do!" he exclaimed, taking a step towards her in his outburst. "You have the right to be protected, as I swore to do on our wedding day when I replaced your cloak with my own. I would be dishonoring myself before the gods and men to let my wife stay in the same room as a man with a price on his head, whether he is my blood or not!"
He took a deep breath, the knuckles upon his cane pale from gripping it so tightly.
"You will return to our chambers now. I will not ask again and you will not dishonor me again by refusing."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 7, 2013 4:12:59 GMT -5
"You will be a better wife when you learn to obey." he replied, now more frustrated than angry as the fury melted away somewhat. "I am your lord and my wishes have been made plain."
"If you do not trust our guardsmen, then I will remain and watch over him through the night." he offered Amelia, eyes daring her to claim she was more fit for the task. "You will not"
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Hope you all are well and happy.