Godsgrace

[brigida]

The keep of Godsgrade.

[brigida]

Tristeza approached the keep humbly; she was no ruler by her birth nor by her breeding, and she wanted not to appear pretentious in the eyes of the man whose favor she had come to win--she travelled only with Kardaine, who had become a staple to her every movement, a servent as loyal in his heart as he was in his service. Though they were only two, and she but half of the pair, she held her head high as she stood ground, and awaited to be allowed entrance--a Martell, proud to serve her Kingdom, and no more than that.

[The Smith]

Of the 20,000 men gathered together at Godsgrace. A large patrol finds Tristeza and hails her. "Who goes there?"

[brigida]

Kardaine, as had become his custom, announced their arrival to the patrol; "Lady Tristeza Martell seeks audience with Lord Quentin Fowler." he said dutifully.

[The Smith]

Looking at Lady Martell the soldier nodded.

Several hours later Tristeza is brought before Lord Fowler. Standing he ambles over to her side, and bows taking her hand in his. "Lady Martell. Always a pleasure."

[brigida]

"The pleasure is mine, Lord Quentin." she told him amicably. "I need a private word--Is that managable?" Tristeza inquired.

[The Smith]

Quenitn scratched at his greying beard and smiled a touch to warmly, nodding his men exited the room. Admiring Tristeza's looks he walked to a chair sitting he motioned towards another chair, "Yes?"

[brigida]

"Yes." she answered simply, as she crossed to the chair he had indicated, and seated herself, "My Lord, there has been much news of late, both from the North, and from the Capital--are you aware of the most recent developments?" she asked formally.

[The Smith]

"I do." His hand idly twirls a little of his short beard around his finger, "Unless you are referring to something I have not heard. What do you mean?"

[brigida]

"Princess Emelia Martell has abandoned the throne, either temporarily, or permanatly, I cannot say--all that is certain is that she has gone with no trace, and no instructions left behind." she stated mechancially, as though she had uttered the phrase a thousand times before, "I have assumed the place of Interim Ruler of the Kingdom in her absence...Obviously, I will relinquish the title when she returns. Unfortunately, she has picked a rather gruesome time to vacation...I am sure you know what position we are in internationally speaking."

[The Smith]

Fowler nodded his eyes moving up and down the woman. "Do the Ironborn still occupy the city?"

[brigida]

"They were in the process of evacuation when I departed Sunspear--they have taken many Dornish lives with them." And the Throne, she through with a twinge of annoyance, but said nothing.

[The Smith]

"Why you?" His eyes took a full measure of her and her attributes.

[brigida]

"The rest of the direct royal line is indisposed, evidently." She replied politely, having assumed initially that the conversation would turn to her qualification at some point. "I am the nearest blood relative to the Princess--and I am proficient in those skills necessary in a political leader--" perhaps that was an emeblishment, "though not in those necessary as a leader of the military." She admitted "That is why I have sought you out, Lord Quentin--to seek your support, and, in the event that it is necessary, your aid." she noted his roving eye with some slight irritation, but kept it entirely contained, delivering her request with couressy and pride.

[The Smith]

"Then the question is... why do I need you?" Fowler replied.