Hellholt

[The Stranger]

The solid oak door refuses to budge.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon growls and think of burning the door, but decides to save it for another time. As he heads back down to the hall.

[The Stranger]

The two guards block Brandon in his exit. "If you ever go wandering about when we tell you not to, I'll break your fucking skull." says the one, who smiles widely, as if the idea of breaking Brandon's skull is highly appealing.

[Lord Howland Royce]

"I did not know you were suicidal," Brandon said to the guard. "If you're that eager to fight we could go to the training yard"

[The Stranger]

The guard swings at Brandon's head with his heavy wooden club. The other guard grins and joins.

[The Stranger]

The first guard takes the sword, the second guard roughly frisks Brandon to see if he has anymore weapons. When they feel they have disarmed him, they march him back to his room, each having him by an arm.

When they reach the room, they toss him inside.

"The Maester will look after you shortly." says the guard who was responsible for Brandon's now throbbing head.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brand lays down on the bed nursing his head.

[The Stranger]

After a short while Maester Niman entered, with a small satchel of his medical supplies, followed by the two guards.

"Oh dear. Have a run in with one of those support posts in the West wing did you?" said the Maester.

The two guards glared evilly behind the Maester, warning Brandon of the consequences of not playing along.

[Lord Howland Royce]

"Stupid of me to trip on one of the carpets," Brandon said simply. "Did you find the book any humerous, Maester?"

[The Stranger]

"Uh... unfortunately, I think my sense of humor has aged, while my colleagues had not. A a little. scatological, for my taste." The Maester said, finishing dabbing a salve on an open cut on Brandon's forehead.

"Very well, that's all, unless there's anything else." The Maester added.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon shakes his head, "Thank you Maester".

[The Stranger]

The man nodded respectfully and than departed.

The two guards sneered, and than left to stand outside.

After a few hours, there was a light knock on the door, and Demzela entered.

"Brandon darling I don't know why you find you simply must be so adventurous. i knew something like this was going to happen."

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon sighs, "It's in my nature I guess". He turns in the bed so that he can look at the lady.

[The Stranger]

She was wearing an outfit of Dornish silk, which, for the most part, covered the areas in need of covering. But only just.

"Darling, this is a big old castle with lots of jutting posts and stones, you must'nt wander about and hurt yourself like this." She tsked tsked, as she sat down on the bed beside him.

"Am I not doing a good enough job entertaining my company?" she said suggestively.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon smiled softly, "It's not your fault, hellcat". He grasped her hand and kissed it. "But I need more than just fucking, even though I love it... and you".