Post by The Smith on Jun 10, 2007 21:40:50 GMT -5
Lord Syd sat on his dais whetting his sword when Ser Kerwyn entered.
“My lord, urgent news!” he shouted from across the room. His anxious voice reverberated off the stone walls. Ser Kerwyn took a letter out of his pouch and handed it to Lord Syd. His pink eyes scanned the contents of the letter momentarily before he placed it aside.
“King’s Landing has become filled with opportunity,” his uncle explained. “Vacant spots are available within the Kingsguard and the Small Council. A tourney as well! We should make south at once.”
“Admit my wife, uncle. I desire her opinion before making a decision.” Ser Kerwyn bowed and took his leave. Lady Maeron Stark, a former Selmy, entered minutes later. Her face looked worried.
“Have you heard, Maeron?” he asked lowly.
She shook her head, almost sadly. “I have, but I fear it may not be what it seems. You know of the slaughter upon the kingsroad?” Lord Syd nodded. “The master of whisperers, Ser Doyle Tarly, was the only one not present during the massacre.” Lord Syd leaned forward interestedly. “I fear it may have been a Lannister plot to gain power. Tarly is sworn to House Tyrell, as you know. The positions will be filled at once, you’ll see. And by Lannisters, I’d bet my life on it. You will be confronted with hostility if you go.”
“How did you learn of this?” Lord Syd asked.
“My father is Lord Randyll Tyrell’s oldest friend. The Tyrells are suspicious as well. Although the Tarlys are Tyrell bannermen, Lord Randyll believes the Lannisters bribed Ser Doyle to inform to them on the happenings in court. Lord Randyll has told no soul but my father, who told me as well. The Lannisters are plotting and it would be dangerous to walk right into the lion’s den. If you were to make for King’s Landing, it would be wise to offer the Tyrells an alliance in the event that the Lannisters become unfriendly.”
“Very well. We will make for the tourney in King’s Landing, but I will forbid any Stark or Stark knight to request entry into the Small Council or Kingsguard.” Lady Maeron kissed him and left the throne room immediately. Lord Syd took out his whetting stone once again. Ice would need to be sharp if winter was, in fact, coming.
“My lord, urgent news!” he shouted from across the room. His anxious voice reverberated off the stone walls. Ser Kerwyn took a letter out of his pouch and handed it to Lord Syd. His pink eyes scanned the contents of the letter momentarily before he placed it aside.
“King’s Landing has become filled with opportunity,” his uncle explained. “Vacant spots are available within the Kingsguard and the Small Council. A tourney as well! We should make south at once.”
“Admit my wife, uncle. I desire her opinion before making a decision.” Ser Kerwyn bowed and took his leave. Lady Maeron Stark, a former Selmy, entered minutes later. Her face looked worried.
“Have you heard, Maeron?” he asked lowly.
She shook her head, almost sadly. “I have, but I fear it may not be what it seems. You know of the slaughter upon the kingsroad?” Lord Syd nodded. “The master of whisperers, Ser Doyle Tarly, was the only one not present during the massacre.” Lord Syd leaned forward interestedly. “I fear it may have been a Lannister plot to gain power. Tarly is sworn to House Tyrell, as you know. The positions will be filled at once, you’ll see. And by Lannisters, I’d bet my life on it. You will be confronted with hostility if you go.”
“How did you learn of this?” Lord Syd asked.
“My father is Lord Randyll Tyrell’s oldest friend. The Tyrells are suspicious as well. Although the Tarlys are Tyrell bannermen, Lord Randyll believes the Lannisters bribed Ser Doyle to inform to them on the happenings in court. Lord Randyll has told no soul but my father, who told me as well. The Lannisters are plotting and it would be dangerous to walk right into the lion’s den. If you were to make for King’s Landing, it would be wise to offer the Tyrells an alliance in the event that the Lannisters become unfriendly.”
“Very well. We will make for the tourney in King’s Landing, but I will forbid any Stark or Stark knight to request entry into the Small Council or Kingsguard.” Lady Maeron kissed him and left the throne room immediately. Lord Syd took out his whetting stone once again. Ice would need to be sharp if winter was, in fact, coming.
Hope you all are well and happy.