Ser Patrek Redfort and Prince Rodrick

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"I have spoken to my Master of Games," Aranya said, looking Felryn in the eye. "One of Rodrick's knights wore the armor and signed up. Then just before the joust, Rodrick took it."

[The Smith]

Rodrick nodded, "It was rather clever." His eyes trailed up and down Aranya's body, "ANd I have to compliment you on hosting such a grand Tourny and Feast. And may I ask how far you go to ensure your guests enjoy themselves?" Turning to Felryn he winked and then he stuck out his tongue at Patrek.

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"Mind your manners, or I'll slap you," Aranya said curtly. "You've been stupid enough as it is."

[The Smith]

Rodrick laughed, "You mind your manners. I am Rodrick Baratheon."

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"You are," Aranya said. "And may the gods save us."

Maester Harrion entered the tent. He tsked at the prince and began to examine him. "He seems fine, my lady, my lord," he said to Aranya and then Felryn. "Just a few bruises, but he should be all right."

"Good," Aranya said. She turned to the prince sternly. "I hope you realize how irresponsible you were. You are the King's heir. You are a boy. You have no right risking your life in a tourney."

[The Smith]

Rodrick shrugged, "Rickon is not going to die. And I have a right to everything I can take."

[Sam]

Ser Mychel Lannister walked into the tent just in time to hear Rodrick's comment. The frown that was so common on his visage since he had taken the white returned, and he laid a hand on the fuming Ser Patrek's shoulder.

"Your grace, those are the words of a child, but worse than that, a fool. You are a prince of the Royal House, pray try acting like one for once in your life. Your brother is NOT immortal, and I can think of a dozen people off the top of my head who would like nothing better than to cut his throat and watch his life pour into the dirt." The white knight spoke softly, and he read the look of indifference on the Prince's face. He made no mention of the most disturbing part of Rodrick's comment, though inwardly he smiled and made a note to speak to the Lord Commander. "Seven protect us, if that ever happened and you inherited the Iron Throne."

[The Smith]

"You would need more then the Seven to protect you from me!" Rodrick snickered.

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"That's enough. Ser Mychel, please escort the prince to his chambers and see that he stays there until Ser Benfry sees him."

[Sam]

"Aye, Lady Royce," Ser Mychel said. He took the Prince by the shoulder, gripping him tightly as the boy tried to squirm away, and marched him off towards the castle.

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"Thank you," Aranya said. When he left, she said to Felryn, "Sorry to rob you of your ward, but I am sure you will get to chastise him to your satisfaction once the Lord Commander has finished spanking him."

[Lord Howland Royce]

Ser Patrek follows the Kingsguard.