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Post by Marie on May 31, 2009 15:53:28 GMT -5
"Trueborn daughters come before bastard sons," Rhaenys said firmly. "If they did not, my brother Saenerys would come before me. How old is your sister?"
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Post by Ollie on May 31, 2009 15:58:23 GMT -5
"She is ten and eight, unless I miss my count, Your Grace. Though, as to where she is and how she fares, I could not tell you. She remained in the south when I, my troops, and the rest of the Army of the Ever-Night marched north."
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Post by Marie on May 31, 2009 16:20:15 GMT -5
Rhaenys considered the situation. The girl should have the rule over a bastard but if Marbrand was legitimised the girl's claim doesn't count.
"I will recognise your claim and support it," she told Warren. "But if your sister lives I expect you to make her a good marriage."
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Post by Ollie on May 31, 2009 16:29:10 GMT -5
"I would do nothing less for my own blood, be it half or full. Thank you, my Queen."
Warren bows, and makes to respectfully kiss the Queen's ring if it is offered. If not, he turns the gesture into a small flourish of his hand, and rises.
"Now that this matter is out of the way, I shall inform you that I have come to offer you my services. There is no shortage of noble fighters and bold strategists in your camp. What you lack, I think, is a man of cunning outside the battlefield. Now that the Others are defeated and your army marching south, I will venture that you are in need of sharp wits, rather than sharp swords.
"As you know, the monarchs of King's Landing have kept lords and advisers of quality about them; Masters of Coin, Laws, Ships, and even Whispers. Do not mistake to think that I assume less of your current advisers, for that is not the case. I simply have come before you to offer my talents as I have them. If you wish to forgo titles and honors, I am not a man above his station. Simply ask a thing of me, ask a question, and you shall learn of it."
Warren lowered his head with finality, and allowed the Queen to address him. Not half-bad for no rehearsal, Warren figured.
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Post by Marie on May 31, 2009 16:52:28 GMT -5
"AN interesting proposition, Lord Marbrand. What kind of position do your skills best fit? Will you do better aiding my Master of Coin or my Master of Whispers, or someone else?" Rhaenys asked.
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Post by Ollie on May 31, 2009 16:58:32 GMT -5
"I might be better at find you money, or turning it out, than appropriating it, Your Grace. I am of the position that it would be a disservice to you should I claim to have some hidden talent for counting coppers. At finding information, I am much, much better suited," Warren allowed himself a crooked half-smile.
"You have come across the sea to aid Westeros, and for that they are thankful. You bring with you your own entourage, and for that you are blessed with goodly supporters. But the people, Your Grace, do not think I am too bold for saying that some may become uneasy if you do not elect to surround yourself with at least a few of their own. I have sworn myself to you, and would happy accept if you wish to appoint me. You could do worse than by earning an ally from the Westerlands, and more importantly a sharp ear, my Queen."
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Post by Marie on May 31, 2009 17:24:50 GMT -5
She smiled at him.
"You are right, of course. I have every intention of surrounding myself with loyal men from the realm itself and, I wish to have allies among all the regions. Very well then, you can be my Master of Whispers. I certainly don't have anyone else in mind."
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Post by Ollie on May 31, 2009 17:28:28 GMT -5
"An honor to serve your reign, Your Grace," Warren's smile grew, and he bowed for a second time.
"And now, to business. Your orders? What task ought I set myself to? I shall set to strengthening myself a few ears to hear and eyes to see, of course. Should you require me in anything, you only need to ask."
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Post by Marie on May 31, 2009 17:35:33 GMT -5
Her green eyes hardened as she thought what she required of him.
"Your first task is to find out who is dissatisfied with my position as queen. I want names and evidence of talk between dissidents, anything that is useful to me. I need to know who needs watching. Your task will then be to tell me who those people are and to watch them on my behalf."
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Post by Ollie on May 31, 2009 17:58:41 GMT -5
Warren bows a final time, favors her with a sly smile, then slips out of the tent.
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Post by Ellannyria on Jun 3, 2009 22:39:53 GMT -5
Lilyanna cracked walnuts and watched from a recess of the tent while her sister dealt with the stream of visitors.
"Shall I have a whisperer set upon our whisperer, sister?" she asked after the bastard left.
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