|
|
Post by Marie on Jun 7, 2009 17:17:39 GMT -5
She smiled at him.
"I am thankful that it's so, but House Martell was not present to bend the knee at the council of lords at Becawyr's Mound. In short, no representative from your house was not seen to kneel, as the others did. Some of my people are concerned by that. I have to be seen to pursue the matter, though I myself know that you would not have betrothed your son to my sister Liliyana if you were not loyal."
|
|
|
|
Post by The Smith on Jun 7, 2009 17:19:19 GMT -5
"I will kneel when I am healthy or I will have Aurora do it when I pass." Horas coughed into a silken cloth, "Tell your supporters that if I bend a knee I may not be getting back up."
|
|
|
|
Post by Marie on Jun 7, 2009 17:29:34 GMT -5
"That is why I do not ask you to kneel," Rhaenys answered. "I am not that heartless. I would, however, have asked Aurora to do so if she'd been here. As she's not, will you kiss my ring. That should suffice, and I brought my guards so they will be witness to the event."
|
|
|
|
Post by The Smith on Jun 7, 2009 17:33:11 GMT -5
"Of course... of course." Horas struggled to a sitting position, and then reached out a trembling hand. A servant stepped behind him and supported from behind. Horas began to cough much harder shaking against her side. Then his eyes closed.
|
|
|
|
Post by Marie on Jun 7, 2009 17:58:46 GMT -5
"Poor man, Rhaenys whispered. "Do you need a maester's attention. Milk of the poppy, perhaps?"
|
|
|
|
Post by The Smith on Jun 7, 2009 17:59:33 GMT -5
"No hold your ring to my lips, I will kiss it." Horas hunched there weakly.
|
|
|
|
Post by Marie on Jun 7, 2009 18:13:03 GMT -5
She felt nothing but pity for him as she stretched her hand out to his mouth, hoping he wouldn't cough on her fingers.
|
|
|
|
Post by The Smith on Jun 7, 2009 18:14:17 GMT -5
He pursed his lips enough to be called a kiss, and then was laid down immediately. He sighed deeply, and was soon asleep.
The Dornish men and women cast a disgusted look at the Queen.
|
|
|
|
Post by Marie on Jun 7, 2009 18:22:55 GMT -5
She hated the way they looked at her but understood that they were concerned for their master.
"Take good care of Prince Horas," she commanded. "My mother Queen Saella held him in high regard. And send Princess Aurora to me when she returns to camp. I still wish to speak with her."
|
|
|
|
Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 9, 2009 18:49:11 GMT -5
//
Dyther requests a meeting with Aurora Martell or Julian Sand at their convenience.
|
|
|
|
Post by The Smith on Jun 9, 2009 18:53:13 GMT -5
Julian Sand comes out to meet with the angry stormlander.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 9, 2009 22:10:11 GMT -5
Far from angry, Dyther nods politely. "Master Julian, I cannot but think perhaps you know more of my friend...Steve...than I do. I had hoped you could inform me as to certain parts of his identity not known by myself, in particular a name."
|
|
|
|
Post by The Smith on Jun 9, 2009 22:30:01 GMT -5
Julian tilted his head, "What is a name? A label slapped on a child by loving parents." He shook his head, "No the Straw Man has no natural parents let alone a name. He is fear personified." Julian waved for Dyther to follow him into the camp. He began walked toward the large pavilion in the middle.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 9, 2009 22:32:37 GMT -5
"I don't fear him. The man is younger than I am; he could eat children for lunch and he'd still have some catching up to do against me. He wanted you, your mistress, and your prince dead. Are riddles all you can tell me?" Dyther was mildly annoyed his opponent would be knwon as 'Steve' by all future generations. No god would be famed for killing someone named Steve.
|
|
|
|
Post by The Smith on Jun 9, 2009 22:37:27 GMT -5
"What do you fear?" Julian chuckled, "A man who knows fear not if how I see you. He is a creature of Thatcher, and Thatcher fears few in this world." He waved aside some guards who move to restrict their passage.
|
|
Hope you all are well and happy.