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Post by House Dustin on Feb 21, 2008 23:59:48 GMT -5
Flea leads Roland into Francis' chambers. "Hello, Francis." Roland is older and surer of himself than the last time Francis had seen him. There was a certain darkenss detectable in his expression.
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Post by The Flint on Feb 22, 2008 0:04:37 GMT -5
"Hello Ser Roland, it has been too long. I was told that your performance on the battle field was a true wonder to behold. It's a shame that whoreson Andry surrendered before you could cut him to ribbons." Francis looks tired, his face more expressive than usual, although the only emotion visible is a deep seated hate in his eyes.
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Post by House Dustin on Feb 22, 2008 0:06:19 GMT -5
Roland nodded tightly. "It was what it was, Francis... It took some resolve not to kill him, I will admit."
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Post by The Flint on Feb 22, 2008 0:07:43 GMT -5
"I understand you resigned from the Bloody Gate. An unfortunate business, but some times we have problems we can settle only alone. I had a similar problem, when I had to get away for awhile you'll remember."
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Post by House Dustin on Feb 22, 2008 0:10:07 GMT -5
Roland's lip twitched. "Yes, I remember." He gave a wistful sigh, "It can be a long road. I would guess."
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Post by The Flint on Feb 22, 2008 0:13:22 GMT -5
"While I was pretending to dead, I traveled to Braavos, in an attempt to strike back at our assailant, the Sealord. I succeeded in razing much of his Palace, but I missed the bastard himself. And now, I learn, that the price of peace is to bring me to trial, for the service I provided this Kingdom."
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Post by House Dustin on Feb 22, 2008 0:17:33 GMT -5
Roland grunted with almost a spit. "On what grounds can they try you, Francis?"
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Post by The Flint on Feb 22, 2008 0:21:29 GMT -5
"Murder, Arson, attempted regicide, who the hell knows." The Sealord has demanded my head, and they apparently thought to appease him by offering a trial for this so-called crime. And for the good of Westeros I must hold my tongue, and not say the obvious truth, which is that I was acting in accordance with the wishes of my King and his appointed representatives." Francis gritted his teeth.
"Lord Horas is convinced that he can arrange for a verdict which vindicates me, but you know that a Man in my position does not make many friends, even here in our own Kingdom."
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Post by House Dustin on Feb 22, 2008 0:23:07 GMT -5
Roland worked his jaw. "Well, you can consider me one."
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Post by The Flint on Feb 22, 2008 0:25:51 GMT -5
"I do Ser Roland. That means everything to me. I have put my trust in the Lord Hand, but if there is treachery, and things go against me, I do not intend to go quietly and..." he pauses, nervously, "I'd like to know if I would have your support... and your father's, and the Vale."
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Post by House Dustin on Feb 22, 2008 0:34:26 GMT -5
Roland nodded. "I'm not sure my father knows of what you've done for the ream. If he learned, he would not stand idly while they trade you for a peace we need not buy."
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Post by The Flint on Feb 22, 2008 0:36:57 GMT -5
"Can you explain the situation to him and convince him? Or is he a man who can't be convinced of anything but his own opinion? Your his son, and I his son-in-law, I fear we won't be convincing enough."
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Post by House Dustin on Feb 22, 2008 0:39:27 GMT -5
Roland's eyes squinted as if looking at something far away. "You haven't met him have you? He will judge your character independently, none can vouch for it. I suggest that he'd be happy to meet his son-in-law, and then he can take your measure."
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Post by The Flint on Feb 22, 2008 0:41:14 GMT -5
"Very well. Let us do that. A man should meet his Father-in-Law after all, especially if the chances are good that he may widow his daughter." Francis says with a grim smile.
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Post by House Dustin on Feb 22, 2008 0:42:20 GMT -5
Roland smiled. "Where is Anne?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.