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Post by brigida on Apr 3, 2008 23:36:14 GMT -5
Tristeza looked away once more as he finished his explanation. "Send word to Riverrun, if you would; ask them if they are able to confirm or discount the news." she requested with a bemused expression, more confused than angry or despondant.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 3, 2008 23:36:41 GMT -5
Timm stares at the back of her head, wanting to hold her close to comfort her, but restrained by courtly manners.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 3, 2008 23:39:13 GMT -5
"At once your Highness." the maester departs rapidly.
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Post by brigida on Apr 3, 2008 23:43:57 GMT -5
Tristeza idled a moment sitting as she was when Omeyn had left, staring quietly at nothing specific, silently willing her mind think again; feelings had completely overwhelmed her, and no cognizant thoughts came into her head--it was stuck, so to speak, frozen at the moment in time when Omeyn had delivered the news of Horas' death.
"You may go, Timm." she said, perhaps more unfeelingly than she had intended, but she would rather have sounded cruel than weak, and she did not qualify nor apologize for her conduct.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 3, 2008 23:47:03 GMT -5
Timm steps forward and wraps his arms around her shoulders lightly, "I am sorry Tristeza. He was a strong man." His glance at her large belly explains his hesistance to pull her tight.
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Post by brigida on Apr 3, 2008 23:49:16 GMT -5
"Thank you." she answered unfeelingly, a very deliberate numbness present in her voice, which was dull and monotonal. "You may go now."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 3, 2008 23:50:10 GMT -5
He stepped back leaving a hand on her shoulder. "No."
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Post by brigida on Apr 3, 2008 23:53:54 GMT -5
"Yes." she said, as she began to feel blind--she could physically see, she thought, but her mind had begun distorting what she saw, or failing to interpret it all together. She could feel herself becoming slightly unbalanced, as she had left her seat upon Omeyn's departure, and she steadied herself pointedly upon the back of the chair she had previously occupied.
"Go, Timm. It would be an insult to my huasband's memory to take comfort in the company of another man upon hearing word of his demise. It would be good of you to please allow me to mourn in peace." she laid her free hand upon her stomach, in an effort to calm the child within, who had begun to kick--she thought sometimes it could read her moods.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 3, 2008 23:58:20 GMT -5
Timm looked at her a long time, "No. When I lost my..." His voice cracks, but then he continues stronger, "I did not want anyone to know my grief. I drank myself into stupers. I plied whore after whore after whore. I threw myself into battle after battle hoping I would die." He paused and looked at her, "What I need was a chance to spew my grief, to talk, to rid myself of the poison. Tristeza, I may be the worst one to comfort you, but I am the only one."
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Post by brigida on Apr 4, 2008 0:00:31 GMT -5
"I hardly think I am at risk of drinking my life away, nor taking company with whores. I have a Kingdom to run--a war to wage of independence--seven kingdom's to the North who will not be satisfied with the life of my husband, and I am the next in line to die." she said, realising only afterwards that she had had no point.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 4, 2008 0:02:40 GMT -5
Timm nodded in agreement, "You have no time. Let me help you. Its the sacrifice you must bear for your realm."
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Post by brigida on Apr 4, 2008 0:03:50 GMT -5
"What help can you offer, Timm?" she asked earnestly. "This is the struggle of a single person; who could have eased the passing of your late wife for you?"
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Post by The Smith on Apr 4, 2008 0:21:25 GMT -5
Timm stared at her calmly, "No one could erase you pain." He pause trying to force a warm, comforting look onto his face. He only just missed it. "But a friend can hept ease your pain. I can listen and advise, and get screamed at. I won't care... and I won't leave. So you have no choice."
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Post by brigida on Apr 4, 2008 0:29:53 GMT -5
"If you want to help," she told him, as she walked towards the adjoinging bedroom, pausing momentarily in the doorway, "You may send word to Aiden at the Watergardens; he is the steward. Tell him I want a memorial commisioned for Horas Blackwood; just his name and dates of birth and perishment; a simple brick or stone will do--maybe a brick of tintes glass. Tell him to place it outside the Watergardens in a pleasant spot; not in a cemetery. A memorial does not belong in a grave-yard." as she finished her request, she crawled into the massive bed of the Royal Solar, which suddenly felt far more massive than it ever had before. She pulled her legs as far up towards herself as possible, with her protruding stomach, and pulled the blankets tight against her chest, holding her hands together tightly.
"And tell Fowler to meet with Beric Dayne; they may discuss and determine what military actions to take. Tell my brother he is hence forth in charge of the minor politics of the realm during my recovery. Tell them I am gravely ill. See that a decent sized guard is placed outside the solar, but allow no-one to pass whose audience with me is not crucial to the continuance of the Kingdom. That is all."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 4, 2008 0:32:31 GMT -5
Timm follows her to the door, and when he sees her laying down he says, "I will be in here when you need me." Turning he walks to the door to her Chambers and begins issuing orders to the servants.
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Hope you all are well and happy.