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Post by shadow on Jul 8, 2008 11:07:53 GMT -5
The castle is located at the end of a long peninsular extending south and east into the Narrow Sea.
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Post by shadow on Jul 8, 2008 11:35:15 GMT -5
Robett Flint slowed in as he neared the castle, like he needed a few moments to himself before venturing forth. He saw guards walking the battlement, keeping an eye out for anyone nearing the castle, either by horse or by ship.
Robbet inhaled some of the cold winter air, like he wasn't going to be outside for a long time, before he nudged his horse toward the castle. His horse, a brown gelding, looked up at him, as it was sensing his discomfort. The horse had been a gift from his father on his fifteenth birthday, the only real appreciation his father had shown him in the last twelve years.
Robbet had been on his way to White Harbor, when the news of his brother had reached him.
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Post by shadow on Jul 8, 2008 11:49:00 GMT -5
Robbet handed the reins to the stable boy and headed inside the castle, toward the sleeping quarters.
"How is he?" Robbet asked the guard standing outside the door to his brother's' private room.
The guards didn't say a word, he just turned and opened the door for Robbet to go through.
Maester Wylwan sat by the bed, along with Robbet's mother. His father was nowhere to be seen.
"How is he?" Robbet asked as his mother threw her arms around him, holding him close, sobbing a bit.
"He..he.." Robbet's mother was unable to answer, so the Maester spoke out instead.
"The wound is festering, and the fever won't let go. Nothing I do seems to help, if the fever doesn't let go.." the Maester didn't finish the sentence as Robbet nodded, understanding exactly what it all meant.
"Where's father?"
Robbet took a step back and held his mother at arms-length, trying to make her pull herself together for a second.
"In..In the.. Godswood" He managed to understand through the sobbing, before she looked at him with an angry look upon her face.
"He hasn't been to visit him since the accident. He keeps coming up with excuses, as he doesn't want to realize the truth."
Robbet nodded once, before going over to his brother. His brother was sleeping, so Robbet put his hand on his brother's.
"You'll pull through, soon we'll be laughing at this by the fire"
He looked at his mother, before heading towards the door.
"I'll go and speak with father"
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Post by shadow on Jul 8, 2008 12:42:55 GMT -5
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Robbet slowed down as he neared the Godswood. The wood was not that big, maybe two dozen trees in total, but his father had planted more trees, so in a a decade or two there would be more trees than now. He took off his boots, as he had the notion that this made him closer with the Old Gods, by feeling the touch of ground beneath his feet. He left footprints in the hard-packed snow, and he was freezing, but this was something to endure for the gods.
He saw his father standing by the heart tree,with his hand on the trunk, like he was speaking to it.
"Father. I came as soon as I could." Robbet said when he got close enough.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 8, 2008 12:48:15 GMT -5
His father didn't seem to notice him for a long time. Finally the old man turned.
Although bent of back, Lord Flint of Widow's Watch was still a healthy man hard and cold as ice.
"I can see that." He said, gruffly, "Have you been to see your brother?"
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Post by shadow on Jul 8, 2008 12:57:00 GMT -5
"I have. Have you?"
Robbet couldn't help himself, answering back the way he had. He had always done exactly what his father had asked of him, but still he was treated like one of his father's subject, and not a son.
The accident of his brother, and the hurried journey back here, had taken it's toll on Robbet, and he was in no mood to be treated like a small child.
"Mother said you haven't been to see him, why? He's always been your favourite, if it had been me, I'd understand, but it's your beloved son" The last two words he stared into his father's eyes.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 8, 2008 13:00:36 GMT -5
"Maester Wylwan tells me he's deep asleep. No sense wasting time cringing and weeping when he's not like to notice anyway. Either he wakes or he doesn't. Wylwan knows to fetch me if there is an improvement. Hovering around him like an old woman is not like to make any difference." Flint coughed into his fist, and looked at the weirwood instead of his son.
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Post by shadow on Jul 8, 2008 13:28:43 GMT -5
"What if he dies then? Do you want to live with the knowledge that your heir died without his father saying goodbye? I've made my peace that you'll never care for me the same way you do my brother, so don't treat him the same way you've been treating me" Robbet said and placed his hand on his fathers shoulder.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 8, 2008 13:44:30 GMT -5
Flint twisted and smacked his son's hand's away.
"If he dies, than he dies," Flint snarled, before softening only slightly, "and its the gods' wish. Although what I've done that I should be inflicted with an heir like you is quite beyond my knowing. Not that you aren't relishing the opportunity to take your brother's birthright." He coughed again, into his fist, more from his fit of anger than any ill health.
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Post by shadow on Jul 8, 2008 17:12:15 GMT -5
"Are you serious? You give my brother all the time in the world since he was born, me you send to be raised by your master-of- arms, but when he lies on his deathbed you don't even take the time to say goodbye. I am beginning to see that I am the lucky one. And you call yourself a man of the north. I live under the impression that we of the North had more honor and love for family than those of the South, but I guess I am wrong"
Robbet let his anger take hold of him.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 8, 2008 17:47:30 GMT -5
Flint swirled and brought the back of his hand across his son's cheek.
"YOU GET OUT OF HERE! I summoned you because I thought you might want to see your brother, not to hear your lip. Leave my sight now!"
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Post by shadow on Jul 8, 2008 19:05:11 GMT -5
"As my lord commands" Robbet said sarcasticly and bowed like the servants usually did with mock in his eyes.
"I'll go and spend time with my brother in case death claim him. If you are the man I thought you were, you'll join us when you are finished here"
Robbet turned and left the Godswood and his father.
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Post by shadow on Jul 9, 2008 1:49:49 GMT -5
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Robbet stood upon the battlements of Widow's Watch, looking at the waves crashing against the cliffs several feet below, with a serious expression on his face.
"Damn you for dying" He muttered to the wind and slammed his fist against the stone.
It's been a day since his brother had died in his sleep, a day since Robbet's whole world changed, from a rather simple life of noble's son to heir of the Flint House.
His father had never gone to see his brother, and since his death his father had secluded himself in the Godswood, letting noone see or speak to him,except Maester Wylwan.
"Your father sends for you, milord" a voice startled him.
Robbet turned and saw Maester Wylwan, walking towards him.
"How is he?" Robbet asked with concern in his eyes.
"As expected I guess, but I will let him speak with you himself. Go now, Robbet"
"I guess I have too" he took a long look down at the waves, wishing he was as strong as those cliffs, standing against such a strong force like the sea. He could use some of that strength when he faced his father.
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Post by shadow on Jul 9, 2008 1:52:26 GMT -5
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He found his father, kneeling before the heart tree.
"You wanted to see me, father"
Robbet stopped, unsure of what too expect.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 11, 2008 12:18:52 GMT -5
"Lord Stark has summoned his banners to Winterfell." He coughed into his hand. "You'll go, with our men, and represent us. Try not to be a complete embarrassment, you're the Heir to Widow's Watch now, Seven preserve us."
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5