A cottage near Grassy Vale

[Viea Greyjoy]

A small farmers cottage that had been abandoned for years.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Meg was sat on the dusty floor in the corner, her eyes trained on her cousin on the otherside of the cottage.

"What do you want Brellen?"

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The tall, burly knight didn't turn around as he fuelled the fire. "Is your pretty head completely hollow, dear coz?" he snorted. "The Grassy Vale will be mine. When your brother comes for you, he will die. That leaves me, and you, my dear bride."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"He'll beat you, and you know it." Meg said, daring his anger. "He was always better then you."

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Brellen only laughed at her. "Fear makes you foolish, sweet cousin. Your brother is a pup who thinks he is a bloodhound. He will learn his place when he meets me."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"If fear makes me foolish, what does it make you?"

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Brellen's smile disappeared. "Do not test my patience," he warned. "I will not tolerate your insolent tongue."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"Maybe Bealor wont tolerate you Brellen. He let you be master-at-arms, against all advisement. Why would you betray him like this?"

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"Master-at-arms," Brellen said in disgust. "I am a Meadows of the Grassy Vale. At the very least I should have been his castellan, not that upjumped beardless boy of hedge knight, Ser Cockless. Your brother slights me and ignores me and degrades me, and all the while prances around, very pleased with himself. Your father treated my father no better, and don't deny it. So proud, aren't you? And so incompetent. I am the Lord that the Grassy Vale needs."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"And your father was the second born." Meg said, still testing her cousin "Your father understood that, he understood that he would never be Lord."

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"My father allowed himself to be cowed and never had any ambition. Does it dismay you have I have a mind of my own?" Brellen leered at her. "Come, sweet coz, this way you will be the Lady of the Grassy Vale and nobody will sell you off in marriage to some far off castle. Your brother dies and your dear cousin becomes your lord and husband. You can fuck around with whoever you like on the side, I won't care."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"I wont marry you." Meg said, almost stubbornly, almost scared. "Never"

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"You will in the end, and you know it. You'll be dragged to the altar by your hair, or you will choose to retain your dignity and come along like a lady. It will be your choice." He began to sharpen his sword on a flat stone.

[Viea Greyjoy]

"I wont." Meg said flatly. "You would have to kill me."

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Brellen looked at her, still scrapping the blade. "That would be a shame," he said softly.