The Funeral of Terrence Blackwood

[Horas]

The funeral is held at the edge of King's Landing's Godswood. Lord Terrence Blackwood, the Red Raven, lays at rest upon a stone platform at the edge of the trees. Terrence Blackwood was a skilled warrior and a legendary general, and he is clad in his armor, his hands folded around the hilt of his longsword.

The morning is cold, and the raven and weirwood banner of house Blackwood flutters slightly as snow falls around it.

[Teirney Lannister]

Aerie stood at the base of a gnarled trunk, back straight, eyes blank, face an unmoving sculpture of stone. Her stance gave the air of utter tranquility; but, concealed beneath the folds of her cloak, her hand trembled whitely over the hilt of her sword, the anger coursing through her in slow waves with each thump of her heart. She did not think she had ever truly loved her father, but now he was dead. He was not the pillar of support she had needed in her life, but he had been the influence that wrought her into who she was. He was a warrior, and she had wanted to be one too. But now he was dead.

She stroked Treason. His time would come.

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

The Arryn family attends Lord Terrence's funeral out of respect. While none of them knew him personally, Yohn seems genuinely upset.

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Aranya and Selwyn joined Becca to pay their respects.

[The Smith]

The whole small council arrives to pay there respect. And many other dignitaries of King's Landing.

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Aranya saw Aerie standing alone by a tree. She watched the girl silently for a long while, and then strode up to her. She was taller than Aerie, but she stood by the girl, still silent. When she finally spoke, her voice was cool.

"You won't find justice by standing here. My cousin Jon has taken his gold cloaks down into the market place. You aren't half as stupid as him, yet you stand here fingering your pretty hilt when you should be gutting someone with the blade." Her face was expressionless. "Don't you want to find your father's killer?"

[Horas]

Taria Blackwood weeps softly when she sees her father's face. Graham stands near her, his face set in anger and grief. One hand is clenched tightly into a fist.

Horas Blackwood stands slightly aside. His face is emotionless, but his eyes never leave his slain uncle's corpse.

[Teirney Lannister]

Aerie tensed when she felt someone sidle up next to her, her jaw clenching stonily when she realized it was Aranya. She was not in the mood for bickering. She prepared to create to create a barrier between herself and the wildling, but, to her surprise, Aranya held her vitriolic words. “Yes,” she sad simply, her one unperturbed. “What would there be to find in the marketplace?”

[The Smith]

Jenny Tully stands awkwardly behind Horas. Several times she reaches out a hand to sooth him, but she always hesitates right before her goal.

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Aranya smiled very faintly. "I can make people talk when I want, but they've already been talking. On the way from the Sun Manor here this morning, I heard whisper of Ser Tomas Clegane. I've seen that dog, fought alongside him at Casterly Rock. He's a fearsome fighter - and he'd have to be, to kill your father.

"The question will be, if he's guilty, where is he now." Aranya began walking towards her black courser, who was stand still and silent on the plaza.

[Teirney Lannister]

Aerie’s serenity broke and her brow promptly furrowed. She followed swiftly after the wildling. “You think he would have the audacity to remain in King’s Landing after the severity of his crimes?” She eyed the courser warily, recalling its odd behavior at the wedding. “Where are you going?”

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"To find your father's killer. We'll ride to the marketplace. I find that my horse inspires the right kind of fear. Mount up, kitten."

[Teirney Lannister]

She eyed the courser disdainfully (she had already found him lacking) and edged closer. “As long as you don’t try to have him rip my arm off.” She did not know why she was listening to this woman, but the rage trembling within her desperately needed an outlet. She swung onto her horse, undaunted by Anarchy's brief prancing, and wondered what had possessed her.

[Horas]

Horas seems to notice his betrothed standing nearby for the first time. He takes her hand and gently pulls her forward so that she stands next to him.

"He was my uncle," Horas says. "He was a good man, who always found a laugh before a frown."

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

Selwyn noticed Aranya trying to slip off with Aerie on the courser. He had no horse and no hope of catching them. He hoped this time neither of them would end up dead.