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Post by Marie on Oct 18, 2009 17:30:51 GMT -5
Rhaenys sighed.
"How strong a supporter of your cause was Armand?"
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Post by Sam on Oct 18, 2009 17:34:10 GMT -5
"He was ready to fight to restore the Honor of the Vale after the indignity that our father suffered. He lost the same father and cousin that I did, and he was likely closer with our father than even I was," Aaron murmured in a steady voice. "Your grace's royal sisters spat in the face of this realm's nobility," he added definitively, almost daring the queen to disagree.
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Post by Marie on Oct 18, 2009 17:43:09 GMT -5
"Lily was a traitor and a fool. She died for her crimes."
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Post by Sam on Oct 18, 2009 17:45:47 GMT -5
"By your grace's own hand, I heard," Aaron said. "And the other sister who declared my father a criminal and spat on the honor of the Vale?"
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Post by Marie on Oct 18, 2009 17:57:54 GMT -5
"Kyma acted in what she thought was our best interests. She was wrong, of course, but I will not fault her for acting in my absence."
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Post by Sam on Oct 18, 2009 17:59:36 GMT -5
Aaron shrugged again, not having expected her to understand. "Does your grace require anything more?"
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Post by Marie on Oct 18, 2009 18:05:38 GMT -5
"No," she siad. "Your lodgings are not exactly salubrious and I am prepared to be generous in victory. Perhaps there is some small comfort that you would wish for?"
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Post by Sam on Oct 18, 2009 18:07:42 GMT -5
Aaron looked slowly around the cell. "I've got everything I need, your grace. I am content to wait until my journey to the Wall can begin."
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Post by Marie on Oct 18, 2009 18:12:40 GMT -5
"As you will, then. I will be here if you change your mind about taking the black."
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Post by Sam on Oct 18, 2009 18:40:47 GMT -5
"I would not live relying on charity, or selling my sword to the highest bidder. The only other option for a man in my place is the Black."
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Post by Marie on Oct 18, 2009 18:45:41 GMT -5
Rhaenys nodded.
Then I b id you good day, ser."
She left him to his prison.
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Post by Sam on Oct 21, 2009 15:46:47 GMT -5
After the Queen had left, Aaron resumed doing his calisthenics. Since being tossed into this prison, he'd forced himself to do hundreds of push-ups and various abdominal exercises, to maintain his muscles and protect them from atrophy. He whistled as he worked out and stopped only when he could physically do no more, or when his daily meal arrived.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 21, 2009 17:14:52 GMT -5
Aaron is for the most part left to his own devices, and left in isolation. He receives one hardy meal a day, Whatever is being served in the main hall,although anything requiring a knife is already precut. The food is brought by one of the Traitors' Sons who guard his door. No one enters Aaron's cell, without being disarmed, and the door locked shut behind them. At each meal time, the Traitors' Son offers to take messages to anyone he may wish to speak to, or to fetch any books he might like to read.
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Post by Sam on Oct 22, 2009 15:34:36 GMT -5
"So, am I going to the Wall, or does her grace still intend to execute me?" Aaron asked of his guards.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 23, 2009 8:39:50 GMT -5
The door is solid, so the Traitors' Sons do not hear his first statement, but after awhile they open up a small slot in the door,
"What's that you said Ser?"
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