Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jun 18, 2007 21:21:36 GMT -5
The Casterly Rock sept was full of nobles waiting on the beginning of Allard Lannister and Sara Royce's wedding ceremony.
Everyone looks as Lord Baldwin enters and walks down the center aisle. Most turn to watch him pass, until he reached the sept's altar. Turning to face the crowd, Baldwin said, "I welcome you to these ceremonies." Raising his hand to point to a door in the back he announced, "Allard Lannister."
Allard walked down the center aisle resplendent in Lannister crimson and gold. The scar running up the right side of his face made him look older then his sixteen years. He had a new found confidence, gained on the battlefield, and it showed in his movements.
Reaching the altar he turned to stand in the grooms assigned position, until his father stepped forward and grabbed his shoulders. In a booming voice, Baldwin said "Allard Lannister, you have trained to be a warrior since you were a boy. Many men have taught you, and all have remarked at your unusual talent. When finally you were allowed to enter battle, you proved your worth by capturing Lord Marsten Crakehall, the Golden Boar; a man known though out Westeros for his his ferocity and courage. Not a single man in this hall can dare disagree that you are not worthy. Last night my son, Allard sat vigil in this very room, and now in front of you all the Most Devout septon will anoint him right now."
Stepping back, Baldwin walked to his seat to pick up a large axe. Turning the lord watched the septon go through the ceremony, anointing his son with oils, and speaking the holy words. Allard just kneeled in front of the holy man with a proud smile on his face.
As soon as the ritual was complete Baldwin stepped forward and held the great axe high above his head. "This axe has been in the Clegane family for over one hundred years. It was masterfully crafted for Ser Unter Clegane in 379. For all that time it has passed from heir to heir the Clegance line. When Ser Ilger Clegane took it into Crakehall he was the sixth Clegane to wield this great blade. When he fell to the Boar's blade, Allard picked it up and used it to cleave off Crakehall's hand. That action saved the life of the last Clegane, Ser Tomas."
Ser Tomas rose from his seat in the front of the sept and walked onto the dais taking the axe from Lord Baldwin speaking loudly so all could hear. Ser Clegane kneeled and presented the axe to Ser Allard, "I give this freely to the man who saved my life, and avenged my uncle. Thank you Ser Allard." Bowing his head. Allard took the axe and held it, a little unsure of what to do with it. Continuing to speak Clegane rose to his feet, "The men have already started calling it the "Butcher's Blade". For surely one would need a butcher to remove a pig's hoof."
Baldwin glared at Ser Tomas, and frowned. Then facing the crowd again he said, "Let the wedding begin." Baldwin took the "Butcher's Blade" from Allard and went to his seat in front. He let his lips crook, just a little.
Everyone looks as Lord Baldwin enters and walks down the center aisle. Most turn to watch him pass, until he reached the sept's altar. Turning to face the crowd, Baldwin said, "I welcome you to these ceremonies." Raising his hand to point to a door in the back he announced, "Allard Lannister."
Allard walked down the center aisle resplendent in Lannister crimson and gold. The scar running up the right side of his face made him look older then his sixteen years. He had a new found confidence, gained on the battlefield, and it showed in his movements.
Reaching the altar he turned to stand in the grooms assigned position, until his father stepped forward and grabbed his shoulders. In a booming voice, Baldwin said "Allard Lannister, you have trained to be a warrior since you were a boy. Many men have taught you, and all have remarked at your unusual talent. When finally you were allowed to enter battle, you proved your worth by capturing Lord Marsten Crakehall, the Golden Boar; a man known though out Westeros for his his ferocity and courage. Not a single man in this hall can dare disagree that you are not worthy. Last night my son, Allard sat vigil in this very room, and now in front of you all the Most Devout septon will anoint him right now."
Stepping back, Baldwin walked to his seat to pick up a large axe. Turning the lord watched the septon go through the ceremony, anointing his son with oils, and speaking the holy words. Allard just kneeled in front of the holy man with a proud smile on his face.
As soon as the ritual was complete Baldwin stepped forward and held the great axe high above his head. "This axe has been in the Clegane family for over one hundred years. It was masterfully crafted for Ser Unter Clegane in 379. For all that time it has passed from heir to heir the Clegance line. When Ser Ilger Clegane took it into Crakehall he was the sixth Clegane to wield this great blade. When he fell to the Boar's blade, Allard picked it up and used it to cleave off Crakehall's hand. That action saved the life of the last Clegane, Ser Tomas."
Ser Tomas rose from his seat in the front of the sept and walked onto the dais taking the axe from Lord Baldwin speaking loudly so all could hear. Ser Clegane kneeled and presented the axe to Ser Allard, "I give this freely to the man who saved my life, and avenged my uncle. Thank you Ser Allard." Bowing his head. Allard took the axe and held it, a little unsure of what to do with it. Continuing to speak Clegane rose to his feet, "The men have already started calling it the "Butcher's Blade". For surely one would need a butcher to remove a pig's hoof."
Baldwin glared at Ser Tomas, and frowned. Then facing the crowd again he said, "Let the wedding begin." Baldwin took the "Butcher's Blade" from Allard and went to his seat in front. He let his lips crook, just a little.
Hope you all are well and happy.