Rhaenys' Tent

[Marie]

"They say that even though they don't know me, and barely even know my mother?"

[Lord Lester Merryweather]

"Yes my queen. The people always look for guidance. They saw it in your mother. In history, Kings and Queens usually sacrificed other people to save themselves. Queen Saella sacrificed herself in order to save everyone else. They saw you lead the charge after Becawyr fell, your grace." He smiled sympathetically. He lost his father in the battle as well. He knew how she must feel. "You give yourself much less credit for your deeds than other people do, Your Grace."

[Marie]

She smiled slightly.

"Boastfulness is not an attractive trait in a monarch, especially a female monarch. I must tread a difficult middle ground. But I thank you for your support with the Vale lords. We will have to see what can be done as thanks for that, but it will depend on what occurs when we move south."

[Ollie]

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Lord Marband enters, wearing a black coat embroidered with orange thread, surprisingly formal looking given the circumstances. He makes his presence known and requests audience with Rhaenys Targaryen.

Privately, Warren didn't make much of the Queen's guards, and suspected he could have crept into the tent unnoticed. Not that that would have been a particularly wise idea, but nevertheless the Westerlord wore a rather smug smile.

[Marie]

Today the chief of the guards was Talyn, the Braavosi.

"The queen is busy with matters of state, Lord Marbrand. Her time is percious. What matter do you have to bring before Her Grace?" He asked.

[Ollie]

Warren smiled at the title delivered by the guard. Widely. Perhaps too wide, but that was quickly remedied by tiny cough and glance away, as if remembering something.

"Bring?" he repeated. "Why, I bring myself. Surely a lord of the Queen's new realm is a good enough man to see, and worth her very precious time?"

[Ser Aemon Tully]

Ryam Drumm arrived, he looked like the rest of the Drumm clan. But with short black hair, shining blue eyes, he was clean shaven, freshly washed, and worst of all he had a smile on his face. "May I see the Queen, the Majesty, the Monarch, the Overlordess, you know the head honcho."

[Lord Lester Merryweather]

May 28, 2009 16:33:04 GMT -5 Marie said:

She smiled slightly.

"Boastfulness is not an attractive trait in a monarch, especially a female monarch. I must tread a difficult middle ground. But I thank you for your support with the Vale lords. We will have to see what can be done as thanks for that, but it will depend on what occurs when we move south."

"Indeed." He nodded "That is all I had to report, your grace. I hope you have a fine day." Jaime and Perestan bowed and left the queen's tent

[Marie]

Talyn raised an eyebrow at Warren.

"I am sure Her Grace would concur but perchance you have a reason for your visit? The queen does not yet have time to simply make conversation with her lords. I simply ask the nature of your call, whether it be a request, the delivery of information, or suchlike. Then I will tell the queen and she willl be better prepared to receive you."

He then looked at Drumm.

"My lord, the same applies to you. Her Grace has commanded that we ask all visitors to her tent to advise us why they seek audience, so that she can deal with them more efficiently. You will, however, have to wait until Lord Marbrand's business is concluded."

[Ser Aemon Tully]

He smile widened,"I am here to talk about my block head of an older brother Theodore Drumm, big fucking giant of a man, quiet and likes to start trouble." He raises an eyebrow,"Ring a bell?"

[Marie]

"It does," Talyn agreed, recollecting that Jeyne had warned him about Lord Drumm, who had dared to speak to the queen in a most unseemly manner. "What about him?"

[Ser Aemon Tully]

"Oh I heard about his little stint with the Queen and I wanted to come and explain to her some things about him." His smile grew wider,"You know right the wrongs and make sure everything is all good, don't want my brother to suddenly go missing, or even worse have him killed."

[Ollie]

Warren flashed a sideways glance at the coarse Ironborn, but withheld a smirk. "You may inform Her Grace that I am here for the delivery of information then," he replied.

The Westerlord cocked his head to the side innocently. "I suspect my reason is good enough, ser?"

[Ser Aemon Tully]

Ryam looked at the man, he seemed to be rather plain. Ryam flashed a smile down upon the man, for Ryam stood a whole head taller."I'm sure your reason is better then any of mine." He mussed up the mans hair as he said this and his smile grew ever wider.

[Ollie]

"As am I," Warren flashed a dangerous smile back.