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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 29, 2008 10:57:19 GMT -5
Breck Dondarrion had recently returned from Duskendale to Blackhaven, where he had his newly wed wife were spending all of their time. Breck had made sure of every new form of security, especially food tasters and guards. Breck and Nora had six of their best and most loyal guards always present in the room... not to mention four stationed outside his solar.
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Post by Flex on Apr 29, 2008 18:31:22 GMT -5
There is a light rap on the door.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 29, 2008 21:27:30 GMT -5
Breck called out from far within his chambers, "Yes?". He was seated on a bed beside his wife, Nora.
OOC: Presumably the guards at the door would have already checked you for weapons, despite recognizing you.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 29, 2008 21:31:18 GMT -5
A light rain started rapping against the stones walls of the castle, and a slight wind begins to blow. Nearby Breck's bed is a warm hearth in which a fire is being maintained.
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Post by Flex on Apr 29, 2008 21:40:21 GMT -5
Maester Prywen entered, already walking slightly bent, but with a smile on his face. "Lord Breck, I had heard of your return yet not managed to welcome you back yet. I was just wanting to see if you were allright, and if there was anything you might need."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 29, 2008 21:47:34 GMT -5
Prywen had never really aged to Breck...though others who knew the maester of Blackhaven would be prone to disagree. The man was quite friendly and had always cared for Breck since the beginning, and Breck's view of him had never changed.
"Maester Prywen, hello", he said as he smiled, "there is nothing we need". "We just finished supper and Nora is just relaxing." It was obvious that Nora was pregnant, and the fact could barely be hidden any longer at Duskendale, so they had headed right home afterwards. Nora was in the very last stage of her pregnancy and Maester Prywen had been helping them through it the entire time.
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Post by Flex on Apr 29, 2008 21:52:00 GMT -5
"Well, that is good to hear milord. I do come bearing some information though: I have started to arrange everything for the birth, from finding the best room to hold it in and sorting out some herbal remedies that should ease the pain on your dear wife."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 29, 2008 21:57:13 GMT -5
"Thank you, Prywen", Breck said and both he and Nora smiled. "You may have a seat, if you wish?", Breck said pointing to a cushioned chair by the hearth.
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Post by Flex on Apr 29, 2008 22:03:45 GMT -5
"Yes, of course. I've been doing far too much walking around for my age lately." Prywen sat and warmed his hands for a moment. "So, how was Duskendale? I heard about the murders... an evil deed, and so shortly after the war."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 29, 2008 22:15:34 GMT -5
"Duskendale...ahh, it was entertaining besides the murders...but they sent us both over the edge. We came home because we can't deal with any more grief. We're done with the public life- for now at least." Breck smiled at the thought of that.
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Post by Flex on Apr 29, 2008 22:24:32 GMT -5
"The public life, ah, well I wouldn't know much about that, being a maester and all, but do you think going into recluse is such a good idea? It could start rumors about you or your lady wife's health."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 29, 2008 22:25:42 GMT -5
"I don't plan on staying only in this room, Prywen. But I'm too keen on leaving Blackhaven for anything short of the King's summon or an emergency." Breck smiled.
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Post by Flex on Apr 29, 2008 22:27:50 GMT -5
"Ah, well in that case all is fine." Prywen smiled and slowly got up. "If you need me, call and I shall come." The maester said before bowing and leaving the room.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 29, 2008 22:29:38 GMT -5
"Please stay, maester Prywen, if you wouldn't mind. We were just lying here, and I was telling Nora of the days you used to tell me stories. Will you tell me a story from the reign of King Edric Baratheon IV?"
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Post by Flex on Apr 29, 2008 22:50:39 GMT -5
Prwyen turned and smiled. "Well, of course I shall." Prywen sat and coughed into a small handkerchief, before starting his story.
"Now, it was the year 396 when Edric IV ascended to the thrown. He was a popular young man; all men wanted to be like him and all the women wanted to wed him. He reigned well for a good 16 years, keeping the peace in the kingdon that was his. They say he was a very handsome man, the image of a perfect king. He was a loyal man, had strength of will but also knew kindness; put simply, the kingdom loved him."
Prwyen coughed again and leaned forward dramatically. "However, in the year 412 a threat appeared on the horizon, in for of a dragon. The self-styled 'King' Haerys Targaryen decided that the kingdom was his by rights, and decided to take it from Edric. The dragon sailed to the stormlands and somehow managed to persuade a few of the lords that he indeed should rule. Rumor has it that magic was involved, a magic that the dragon had learnt in far away Asshai; for truly, the Stormlords are loyal and just men, who would not go against their king. Especially not against a king such as Edric IV."
Prywen smiled as Breck and his wife were intently listening. "No matter how he persuaded them, the deed was done and the dragon and his men rebelled against their lawfull king. Hearing news of this, Edric immediately decided to take actions. He called for all the lords of the kingdom to assist him in bringing these traitors down, and they all came. From the cold north to the former combined Reach, men were sent to assist King Edric. Rumor has it that even men from Skagos came to fight, riding their unicorns, or Mirrikai as they call them, into battle. And what a battle it was; King Edric IV at the head of one, and the traitor dragon at the head of the other. But the forces of the crown were too vast and too strong for Haerys Targaryen and the dragon and his men were soon overwhelmed. It is said that King Edric personally slew Haerys on the battlefield, thus claiming the victory."
Again Prywen smiled. Story-telling had always been one of his favourite things to do; he had a gift at it. "And from there on everyone knew not to defy their King, who reigned for another 18 years before being succeeded by his son, Rodrick."
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Hope you all are well and happy.