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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jan 14, 2008 8:05:24 GMT -5
Jackson cocked an eyebrow, wondering quite what to think of this man.
"Well then, my Walder Frey, perhaps we should remove ourselves to my study where we can discuss this intriguing plan of your cousin's. Follow me."
Walder is beckoned to follow Lord Bulwer into the tower where his study is housed.
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Post by loremaster on Jan 14, 2008 15:10:25 GMT -5
Walder follows, his feet moving quite gracefully. "Lord Goldfinger was pleased when he recieved your letter. Though he knows nothing is sealed in wax and you may yet refuse him, it is still magnanimous of you to consider it."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jan 14, 2008 20:47:59 GMT -5
Walder is lead up a curling flight of steps.
"Yes, well, only a fool would turn down an offer of the size your Lord is proposing. I just wonder how exactly he thinks it might work. Ah here we are..."
Jackson leads the man into a tidy room, furnished with ornate wooden furniture. A couple of portraits of gruff looking bearded men wearing crimson adorn the walls. Above the modest stone fireplace hangs the skull of what must have been a huge bull. Its horns are magnificent.
"Please, be seated." Jackson gestures to a chair set at his desk near the window. He himself takes the grand chair opposite.
He smiles. "First off, tell me ser, how does Lord Walder hope to turn my estate into a grand port. Why here? Why will people choose to do business with Blackcrown, when Oldtown is only a few days ride away, even less by water..."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Mar 15, 2008 10:51:04 GMT -5
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Late July, 521
Ser Antony Bulwer sits at the side of his father's bed, listening to his breath come and go in long, shuddering rattles as he sleeps. The illness came and went, and right now Lord Jackson was experiencing a rough patch.
Presently, Lord Jackson awoke. And groaned.
"What is it father? Shall I send for Maester Jaehaerys again?" says Antony, worry written across his face.
"...yes. Do," his father croaks, his eyes closed, his lips cracked.
Squeezing his father's hand as he stands, Antony moves to the door of his father's solar and calls for a servant to fetch the Maester.
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 15, 2008 20:34:53 GMT -5
Maester Jaehaerys arrives, and looks over Lord Jackson. "He gets worse every time I see him..." the Maester quietly said to himself, sighing.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Mar 15, 2008 20:46:10 GMT -5
Antony waits for his father to tell the Maester what is wrong with him, but he just lies there, breathing heavily and occasionally grunting, so he turns to speak to the Maester himself.
"He just awoke with pains again. Is there anything you can do for him right now?"
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 15, 2008 20:54:30 GMT -5
Maester Jaehaerys shook his head. "All I can do now is ease his pain. There is no way to stop it... I'll give him some milk of the poppy to ease the pain, but that is all I can do." The Maester said as he put a small cup to Lord Jackson's mouth.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Mar 15, 2008 20:58:55 GMT -5
Lord Jackson splutters somewhat as the whitish liquid passes his lips. For a heartbeat there is no change in his appearance, then he visibly relaxes, his breathing slows and the grunting stops.
Antony stands frowning at the whole affair. With a sigh he leaves the solar, beckoning the Maester to follow him. "Come Maester, we shall discuss my father's condition outside. For now we shall let him rest."
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 15, 2008 21:30:51 GMT -5
Maester Jaehaerys nodded. "Yes, we should let him rest." The Maester followed Antony out of the room and into the Solar.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Mar 15, 2008 21:35:51 GMT -5
Antony leads Jaehaerys into his brother Oliver's study. Taking his brother's seat, he gestures for the maester to be seated too.
"Tell me maester," he says, his eyes full of sorrow, "will he survive this affliction?"
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 15, 2008 21:50:16 GMT -5
Maester Jaehaerys looked at the ground. "It is very serious, and it is hitting him harder than ever before." Jaehaerys looked up.
"He will not live more than a month, by my estimations."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Mar 15, 2008 22:09:04 GMT -5
Antony stared at the maester for a few seconds and then bowed his head. For a good few seconds the room was silent.
"Yes," he said simply. "Yes, I feared it may be so." He went silent for another minute or so, staring down at the desk, his eyes tracing the grain of the wood.
"One month? Within one month? Are you... quite... sure... Maester Jaehaerys? I mean, these are your estimations? There is a chance you may be wrong?" He seemed almost childlike, this man, whom had killed other men. Here he sat with eyes desparately urging the maester to give him good news, to tell him his father would be alright after all.
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 15, 2008 23:22:42 GMT -5
Maester Jaehaerys looked sadly at Antony, knowing there was no way to ease his mind. He merely shook his head. "I am sorry."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Mar 16, 2008 8:31:14 GMT -5
Antony just looks at the man open-mouthed. It opens and closes a few times as he tries to say something but nothing comes out. Instead, his head dips again, and silence returns.
"My brother must be informed," he says at last. "He must speak to my father before he... leaves us. Maester - please prepare a letter to my brother and have it sent to King's Landing as soon as possible. That will be all for now," he says, dismissing the Maester, and getting up from his chair, turning his back and going over to the window where he stands and stares out over his father's lands below.
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 16, 2008 12:05:49 GMT -5
Jaehaerys nodded, and walked out of the room to prepare the letter to Oliver. OOC: Let it be assumed Oliver gets a letter, I don't feel like posting where you are  |
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Hope you all are well and happy.