Raventree Hall

[Percy Rivers]

The lead rider took out a scroll of parchment. "Be careful with your words Blackwood, he is your master too. You are Horas Blackwood?"

[Horas]

Horas ignores the man's rebuke -- he has neither the time nor the inclination to trade insults with messengers.

"I am Horas Blackwood," Horas says. His eyes linger curiously on the scroll the rider bears.

[Percy Rivers]

The rider gave him an odd look, and started to read the scroll, it unfurled and on the bottom was a golden seal with the crowned stag upon it.

I Callen Baratheon hereby declare any raider, pillager, or reaver of these lands a traitor for crimes against the smallfolk. In accordance with the law drafted in Summerhall each is to surrender himself after which he will stand trial, if he or she does not he will be declared an outlaw, to be hunted and killed by all you have an opportunity to do so. The reward for which is 5 dragons per head.

Furthermore all houses in the Riverlands are pardoned of any crimes committed against my rule. House Blackwood is to swear fealty to the Iron Throne, after which Terrence Blackwood will be returned and will resume lordship of Raventree Hall. Horas Blackwood shall be offered a lordship and a seat on the small council as master of whisperers.

Callen Baratheon the first of his name.

The man then went and nailed the scroll to the door. Behind him whispers had already started, a lot with happy surprise.

[Horas]

A rare grin steals its way across Horas' face.

"Our King is wise to accept our terms. All hail King Callen Baratheon, first of his name."

The guards nearby hear, and take up the cry. Soon Callen's name thunders throughout all of Raventree Hall.

"I fear that my cousin Warren must remain here to lead our army. If Greyjoy refuses to stand trial the riverlands are still in great danger. I can speak with the weight of my house, however, and I will gladly travel to the Red Keep to swear fealty to House Baratheon. We will ride as soon as we can."

[Horas]

All of Raventree Hall is filled with good spirits at the prospect of the wedding, and none more so than Lady Taria herself. She sits surrounded by her ladies in waiting, giggling and squealing "Lady Royce!" every so often.

An honor guard of Blackwood men is being prepared for Taria's journey to King's Landing. It is to be led by Graham, youngest and most impulsive of the Blackwood brothers.

[Percy Rivers]

A man struggled through the ever increasing snow, his teeth chattering and his hair frozen with snow and ice. As he saw the fires of Raventree Hall in the distance he sank to his knees and raised his voice in thanks, thanks to the Mother for her mercy, the Maiden for her grace, and the Crone for guiding him. Edmure's cry carried through the area, and as the last vestiges of strength left him he collapsed in the snow.

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

Rhodri Arryn goes rushing through the snow after the loud crying call he heard from the Godswood. He sees a man face down in the snow, and puts the body over his shoulder and brings him into Raventree Hall.

[Percy Rivers]

Edmure drifted in and out of consciousness as he was lifted over a man's shoulder, and started bumping along the snowy ground. He kept muttering to himself, "failed. I failed. Oh gods I did this."

[Horas]

Guards see Lord Rhodri returning to the castle, carrying a man over his shoulder. They quickly rush to his aid, while others fetch the maester.

"Bring him in front of the hearth!" one of the guards shouts, "He's as cold as ice!"

[Percy Rivers]

Edmure was placed in front of the fire, and began to speak more lucidly. He continued muttering, but eventually looked at the man who had carried him. "Where am I? Did I reach Raventree?" Edmure asked weakly.

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

Rhodri looks to the Blackwood men. He was not lord here and would let them take the lead.

[Horas]

"Aye, you're in Raventree," one of the guards says, "Who are you?"

An old, greying maester clears a path to the fire and begins examining Edmure, checking for broken bones and frostbite.

[Percy Rivers]

Edmure's teeth continued chattering, the frostbite had sunk deep to his bones. "I-I am," he tried saying through his teeth, "oh gods be good, I'm Edmure Seaworth."

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

Edmure Seaworth. Rhodri knew the name -- Callen had often mentioned the sailor who he had traveled with in exile. The sailor who had gone to win over the Ironborn, the same Ironborn who broke King Callen's laws.

"Seaworth. I am Lord Rhodri. Do you know of me?"

[Horas]

"You had a close brush with death, Edmure Seaworth," the maester admonishes, "What were you doing walking alone in the snow?"

Ryan and Graham Blackwood have apparently noticed the commotion by the hearth, and now walk over to see all the noise is about.