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 Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 9:08 pm
♦•◆•♦ x Queen Regent Cersei Lannister x ♦•◆•♦
"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground."   Cersei slowly started walking back to her seat as she listened to Tyrion. He always had a way with words, one of the few things he was good at. She merely rolled her eyes at the love statement, since she could care less how little he cared about her. She just needed him to do what she told him to, bending to her will. She could make Jaime do whatever she wanted, but Tyrion was another matter entirely.
At the mention of a council seat, Cersei spun around so quickly that she knocked the half-full wine pitcher off the table. It clattered to the floor, spilling wine everywhere. Oh well, the servant girl would have to clean it up, and she deserved the extra work after her behaviour. But regardless of that, more pressing matters now presented themselves. It seemed as though Cersei would have to choose whether she was willing to give her little brother more power in exchange for help.
Cersei scrutinized Tyrion from across the room. Could she trust him to do what she asked? She had no doubt that he'd find some way to win over some people and maybe even boost the image of the Lannisters, but she was certain that he'd benefit the most from this. Still, she had little choice. Every effort she had made so far had failed. But was a council seat too high a price to pay?
An idea came to Cersei. She turned away to face the window again so that Tyrion could not see her smirk. Her father, Lord Tywin, had been taking more and more control over the council since his return. Her own influence was waning, even over her own son. Perhaps she could play Tyrion off of him. If they were so busy fighting for power, she could pick up the scraps and regain control again. Yes, that seemed a possibility.
With the best smile she could manage, Cersei turned back towards Tyrion and said, "Very well; you shall have your council seat. You'll officially be the Justice of the Peace, a fitting title for one meant to keep order." She paced closer and let her smile turn into a glare. "But remember that it is I giving you this position. You will report to me and only me; not the other council members, not our Lord Father, not even Joffrey. Do I make myself clear?" "I should wear the armour, and you the gown."
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 10:50 pm
⋅⊰⊱≶•≷ ⊰⊱⋅ Tyrion of House Lannister ⋅⊰⊱≶•≷⊰ ⊱⋅   "I've offended you. Forgive me. It's been a rough morning."The smirk he concealed was not even hinting at showing as Cersei turned to face him. If she could stomach a bit of loss of control and the freedom he could help the realm, and share some common goals in many things. Not all, mind you, though many. Indeed he would try and entertain the masses with the ideas of not murdering his family and coming to respect, fear, and love them...be it one for each job or finding someone to fill that spot and keep his family safe. Though he kept this all to himself as he eyed the wine dripping from the table. It was not the time to play all of his cards. That time would be later.
As she spun back towards him he noticed her smile. Either she'd seen the light in his notion or she had someone found one of her own, either way it would probably mean no punishment this day for him. Donning his own kind smile, he took in all she said. Justice of the Peace. A title better befitting a knight or one of the King's Guard, though he could certainly use his mind and charm to get the job done. He'd need a small force, a minimum of 2 could probably scrounge and provide enough support, though a larger force would prove a better fit. As far as having to report to her, that could be managed as well. His sister was clever and definitely not stupid, though he could weave his ways around her.
"Justice of the Peace..." he let it roll off his tongue. "I could work with that. Yes you make yourself clear sister. For a task of this notion I will require a few men. Am I free to hire my own or would you prefer to screen them with me?" He would not let her pick them alone. That woman could tempt any man to her chambers better than any whore he'd ever met. If she chose his men they would completely be at her beck and call. Sure he could find some way to replace them should a mishap happen or their loyalty fall to say...the Starks...but he needed men he could trust. Also seeing as he'd be returning to the small court he'd need to meet with Varys at an available and discreet time and discuss this new undertaking of his. First though, he'd be returning to his room and relaxing after this encounter. Shae would no doubt find amusement in all of this."The king is a lost cause. It's the rest of us that I'm worried now."    
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The Ariadelle Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 11:48 pm
♦•◆•♦ x Queen Regent Cersei Lannister x ♦•◆•♦
"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground." Cersei let out a little laugh after Tyrion finished speaking. Let him choose the his own men? He'd soon have the people calling him the Imp King and she'd be the one locked up in some dank bedroom in the far reaches of the Red Keep. She was stretching it by just giving him a position on the Small Council. She was not about to release him unsupervised.
"I will most certainly be present when picking the men who will serve under you," Cersei said. "After all, they will work for me through you." Cersei stepped away from the table and started walking towards the door. The serving girl was standing in the kitchen doorway, staring at the pool of wine spreading across the floor. Cersei gave her a cruel grin before looking over her shoulder at her brother. "There is still protocol to follow, so I must first discuss your new position with the Small Council before it can be made official." If she could get them to meet, that is. "I shall speak to you then." With that, Cersei left the dining hall. "I should wear the armour, and you the gown."
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 6:44 pm
⋅⊰⊱≶•≷ ⊰⊱⋅ Tyrion of House Lannister ⋅⊰⊱≶•≷⊰ ⊱⋅"I've offended you. Forgive me. It's been a rough morning."A short laugh left him as he watched his sister leave. How correct he had been in thinking that she'd want to control all of the things her new puppet would have. Even though he knew he would play puppet, he knew she would not have his strings. Looking over to the serving girl who was cleaning up the spilled wine his eyes fell to the substance. Red as blood and cascading from where their discussion had just taken place. Perhaps it was an open, blood spilled could be cleaned? The thought seemed ridiculous. He was sure it would come to him clearer at a later time. Returning his gaze to the girl, he spoke cooly, "Thank yo for the meal once again, and I do apologize for her grace's manners. Sometimes I wonder if she learned them at all, but then again we do see them shine in our King." He tried not to laugh, though he knew his visage gave aware his humor in the statement, rather than a play at his new job.
Blushing a bit, the girl did not smile, but did respond. "It is nothing, Lord Lannister." Such simple and kind words, but one he would need to take in. Nodding to her as he began to head the for door, he wondered if he would encounter any trouble on his way back to his quarters. Pycelle may still be on the hunt, though informing him now of Cersei's new role for him would be worth the face. Tyrion smirked and opened the door to the great hall, turning to retrace his earlier steps. Overall, today hadn't been a terribly bad day, he'd have to say."The king is a lost cause. It's the rest of us that I'm worried now."
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 7:28 pm
 "Keep quiet, I don't want you waking up the girls." Chester hissed as he crouched low as if ducking arrows. The woman's voice was had raised during their usual activity. (woot woot~ ;D) He was so sick of them arguing it was like she was almost living there though it seemed she had a point.
"You barely even see your daughters anymore! Either you're out with the damned kingdom or you're here sleeping it all off I can't constantly be here watching your responsiblities! I still have my life!" the housekeeper almost shouted, her voice being heard very clearly throughout the house. Chester's hand raced forward covering her mouth and consequently slamming her back against a wall making the hollow lowerhalf of the home slightly shake though the woman wasn't hurt.
"Listen Cheryl, I'm doing my best but you are not helping things-…” Chester closed his eyes and breathed out taking a step away from the pin down housekeeper. “I apologize. I should have never snapped like that. I know you don’t want to feel like you live here, but please Cheryl I can’t be away from duty and you are all they have. Do this for me?” His eyes were much kinder as he looked almost like a begging puppy.
Cheryl, still aggravated sighed, response, it was the familiar sound of defeat. “Fine… just come back in one piece.” She rolled her eyes and got her back off the wall with a frown. “What should I tell the kids this time? You know you promised Stacy you’d play with her, and Lexis has another training session with you in the morning…” Cheryl’s eyes grew sad as she went on, but Chester stopped her as he knew all the things he had promised.
“They’ll understand.. I’ll be back by the end of the week. Be sure to tend to stock and the blades are in the usual place, keep one on you at all times.” He warned as always as he grabbed his helm that was set onto the table by the door and made his way out of his home. The sun was just rising and he had to report to the king, he knew better than to make him wait quickly he went to the stables where he had a steed he had usually bought, so much so that when Chester approached the steed, it had gained energy just as hold friends would. Chester smiled as the horse neighed from his arrival, “Good to see you too Fredrick.” He nodded at him as he approached the stable.
“Ah ser, the usual stallion today?” a 16 year old boy asked as he dried his hands off from who tending to the other livestock. His name was never learned yet they approached each other as if they knew one another from long ago.
“Yes Fredrick and I have some business to attend to.” He said digging in his pocket to pull out a pouch of silver. “There you are, keep the change and say hello to your father for me” Chester called out as he equipped a bag of food, a pouch of water, one dagger on the hip of the horse and a saddle. One Fredrick was set, Chester climbed aboard and rode off to the castle with a frown, he hated arriving to the castle but things were bound to turn up some time.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 7:09 pm
Come away Little Lost, come away to the water......Away from the Light that you always knew. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Sansa✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ Nothing more than two tons lighter than she has been lately, the young woman from the North stared up at the Godswood with a soft smile on her face. It was rare for any of the Lannisters or the Baratheons to come to the Maidensvault, so she knew she had brief moments of reprieve here without much interruption. Heading up the small steps leading to the heart tree, but not of it from weirwood, Sansa kneeled close to an up-grown root and looked up to the pale-green leaves in silence. Her whole life, she had ever known a Godswood’s heart tree to be a tree of ash-white, the leaves of blood red and a face where it seemed like it was weeping.
To Sansa, it seemed only minutes have passed but she heard men of gold cloaks pass by from a far, leaving the mess hall and discussing something the young woman could not figure out, but only heard the words 'queen' and 'dwarf' in there. Looking back to the leaves above, she finally sat down on her legs and clasped her fingers around each other; only to give a silent prayer.
No one in the court ever questioned her faith, as she knew simple prayers with the Old Gods and the Seven. Septa Mordane, may she rest in peace, taught the young girls the Seven Gods and each of their prayers. Sansa always loved the stories of the New Gods, normally praying to them than anything else. Praying to them all to leave Winterfell and live in proper way with a knightly and romantic nobleman and a place far from the cold. It seemed so long ago when it was only two and a half years ago she, her sister and her father left home. Now all was changed. Her father dead and his head still probably up on display along Traitors' Walk beside Septa Mordane. Her direwolf, long gone--no thanks to her stupid sister. And her sister, Arya. So different than Sansa and yet there were moments she did miss her--where ever she is. Dead? Lost? Mistaken for a butcher's son out in Flea Bottom? The young woman did not know. Strangely, the one thing she wished to leave was one thing she wished to see. Winterfell.
Sighing as she glanced down to her stomach, feeling it gurgle underneath the rust-brown dress she was wearing today, Sansa was not too sure whether to head back to her chambers and ask for Shae to bring bread and fruit to nibble on or to dare to venture out to the mess hall. Nervous to know if Queen Regent Cersei and her half-sized, but kind brother, Tyrion were still there or not; she decided not to be so brave today. Possibly another day.
Looking up to the leaves one last time, she gave a small nod before finally speaking, "Thank you." She knew the Old Gods no longer have power here, but it was still something out of kindness to do--and out of habit. Carefully standing up and turning about, Sansa headed down the small steps and back towards the tower where her chambers reside; only hoping she would not run into any of the Lannisters...or worse...King Joffrey. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Stark✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ We are calling to you...............................................................................................................................................................We are coming for you.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 6:53 pm
♦•◆•♦ x Queen Regent Cersei Lannister x ♦•◆•♦
"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground." Cersei took her time leaving the dining hall. Seeing as the earlier council meeting had been called off, she really had no other plans for the rest of the day. Her stomach growled, reminding her that the serving girl had never brought her any food. Such insolence would not go unpunished; she'd make sure that the girl was dismissed. The girl was lucky enough that it had not been Joffrey she had not offended or her head would be on a spike next to Eddard Stark's.
With the halls empty along her path, Cersei took the time to reflect. Had it been wise to grant Tyrion a council seat? He was far more clever than she would have liked and she could well find herself outmatched if she went head to head with him. Still, who else was there to turn too? Joffrey rarely listened to her since he had been crowned, her father ignored her, and Jaime was a prisoner of the Starks. Tyrion was the only family left she could work with, even if she felt like ripping his head off whenever in his presence. She had no choice but to trust him for now, since anyone outside the family was a liability. She knew that Tyrion would make a move eventually to usurp her power and claim it as his own, and she would be ready for that day when it came, but she did not question his loyalty to House Lannister. As long as she kept reminding him that everything they did was for their family, she could keep him in line. All she needed was some extra help to control him.
Faint footsteps echoed through the halls as Maester Pycelle rounded the corner. When he spotted Cersei, he hobbled over to her. He panted heavily, most likely exhausted from scurrying across the castle and back. "Your Grace," he said, "your brother is not in his chambers."
"I am aware," said Cersei. She kept on walking and Pycelle tried his best to follow. She slowed her steps a bit, so that the feeble old man could keep up. "That is no longer my concern. I have another task for you."
"I am forever at your service, Your Grace," said Pycelle. Cersei rolled her eyes. Pycelle may have been loyal to a fault, but he was still a blathering idiot.
"You are quite adept at alchemy, correct?" asked Cersei. She knew he had such knowledge, but what she was about to ask was a sensitive matter that needed to be handled correctly.
Pycelle nodded his head and said, "I have indeed trained in that field, as well as many others."
Cersei stood still and eyed the corridor. No-one else appeared to be present, but one never knew who was listening. Fiddling with her hands, she asked, "Is there any potion in existence that allows someone to control another?"
Maester Pycelle seemed taken aback for a second, but soon regained his composure. "You mean mind control."
Cersei remained silent for a moment as she looked back down the hallway. "I suppose you could put it that way." If she could actually get this item, she could use it to get Tyrion to do exactly what she wanted; that is if it actually existed.
Pycelle sputtered for a bit before he said, "There is no such thing in existence. Even if there was, it would be far to dangerous to even use." Cersei frowned as she turned away, but Pycelle clearing his throat caught her attention. "There is, however, a potion that makes a person more 'suggestible'. Usually it is used for interrogations to extract information, but it could be used to influence another's mind."
A smirk crossed Cersei's face and all her nervousness washed away. The potion Pycelle suggested could work for her intentions. All she'd need to do is slip it in Tyrion's wine and he'd do exactly what she wanted. Perhaps she'd use it when they got around to picking men who would work for Tyrion as Justice of the Peace. Yes, that would be the perfect opportunity to test it out. Cersei hid back her smile as she said, "Whip up a batch of that as soon as possible. I will be incredibly grateful if you do." She let the hint of a reward linger in Pycelle's mind as she continued on down the corridor alone. "I should wear the armour, and you the gown."
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:09 am
Come away Little Lost, come away to the water......Away from the Light that you always knew. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Sansa✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ Making her way in silence back to her chambers, Sansa, like always, kept to herself. She was never one to be part of the chatty group of ladies of the court. Many shunned her away since the House Stark claimed betrayal against The Crown. It was possible their own houses would have done the same; but not many were houses with high power, so that had to stay on the Queen Regent's good graces.
Getting more hungry than she thought she would be--or like to for that matter--Sansa, instead took a different turn to another hall that eventually led to another hall which had the dining hall within it. Keeping her cast downward, doing her best to still look forlorn over the decision from the King to wed Margaery Tyrell instead of her, she stopped mid-stride as she heard Maester Pycelle mumble a little bit. Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion as she strained her ears to get a better listen while not moving from her spot. Something about something being used to influence another's mind. Or was it something about a mother's kind? But she heard the Queen Regent, it seemed a bit glad in her words. What the two were speaking of, she was not too sure.
Staying in the same spot, only to hope Cersei's steps would not move closer to this corridor, she stood in the same spot for what seemed forever. By then, Sansa's stomach started to growl, where it seemed like anyone within the surrounding halls could have heard it as if they were standing next to her. No one came out to see her, or to pass through for that matter. Letting out a sigh of relief, she continued onto the great dining hall, not knowing whether it would be empty or filled with guards again. She knew for sure, though, she would be eating alone. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Stark✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ We are calling to you...............................................................................................................................................................We are coming for you.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 11:09 pm
♦•◆•♦ x Queen Regent Cersei Lannister x ♦•◆•♦
"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground." Cersei grumbled angrily along with her growling stomach. Damn that serving girl! Her hunger was making her irritable and all she could think about was how that girl had disrespected her in front of Tyrion. She did not like being treated poorly, especially in her little brother's presence, since he was always looking for a c***k in her armour.
Cersei's stomach growled again and she considered the possibility of heading back to her room and having a meal brought to her. She needed to eat now or she'd start tearing people apart like the lion that represented her house. A coy smile crossed her face as she spun back around towards the dining hall. She would eat there instead of in her room. The serving girl was about to learn that Joffrey wasn't the only Lannister that should be feared. A Lannister always pays their debts. "I should wear the armour, and you the gown."
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:10 am
The Spider's Web of Words Just like any other day in King's Landing, the streets below the Red Keep were a tragedy in a play that should be scribed. The castle of the King of Andals gave off a facade of calm and bravery. The Keep was just like any street alley one could find. Old and dirty. Filled with secrets and deceit that merely gave the look of loyalty and respect. A place where secrets were conjured and received. A place where webs of words were designed. A place where spiders weave. It was not unusual to find sell-swords or hedge-knights traveling along the roads to and from The Red Keep. The hopes to become one of the largest armies in all of the seven kingdoms or to try their best to become a Gold Cloak. This sell-sword, of course, was no different. A young man, look no older than the start of the Long Summer, lean and stringy brown-hair and it seemed like he could barely lift the sword that was sheathed on his left side. Looking around in a frantic notion, he teetered towards the man who was heading towards the stables. "Sir!" There was a bit of a pant in his voice; possibly from running or possibly from the over-weight armor he had on. "Sir, please! I--I think I found a Northlander. Someone in allegiance to the Starks. He won't talk even with my sword at his throat. I need some assistance to get words out of him. Please?" The young man tried his best to have a brave face on, but it was easy to tell for someone so young; he was still afraid to do all of this for a living. Όѳʗ: Bah. Sorry for the terribly short First Posting. There is a reason to this, I swear.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 8:29 pm
Chester found it curious that a man such as this had captured such a highclass man, figuring if the golden cloak sell-sword had the technique to capture an alliance Northlander but not make him speak, then there had to be something off. It was that or his paranoia was going off again. Then there was a sudden tug at him in his side, egging him on, telling him if this were true then His position would be that much closer to set. He would drag the captured Northlander through the streets as proof that he himself had caught him so his surperior could have no right to claim his prize and even impress the king. Chester's ambition would quickly take over his actions still he was no fool. He would go in fully suspecting blood to be drawn onto his blades if he had to, Lannisters had many enemies and killing Commanders is just one way to weaken the family from loss of possible guards. "Very well, Ser, show me the way if you will and I shall make him howl." Chester knew not the questions he was to ask nor either the prisoner or the mysterious man, he had full intention on finding out soon though.
Chester dismounted his steed and tied him up to the stable to make sure he was not capable of dashing away, he would hate to pay the heafty fine inside the red keep. The golden haired man looked at the stable boy in a scowl as if warning that if any of his stuff got taken by a beggar the boy would pay with his own hands. The man entrusted his belongings at the stable as he took his leave with the stranger, slowly his eyes checking every detail of the man. "And.. how did you capture this man? So quietly also.. surely he didn't go without a quarrel."
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:02 pm
Come away Little Lost, come away to the water......Away from the Light that you always knew. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Sansa✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ It did not take long at all for Sansa to enter into the great dining hall. It was most peculiar, though, for her to be within this hall at such an odd time. Since the coronation, she had to eat with the King and the rest of the Royal Family--well, all that were there. Now, now with the break of the betrothal and the arrival of the Hand's army and the Tyrells, most did not seem to miss her so much; if at all. All of it was a blessing in disguise, though.
A couple of the guards were there at the tables closest to the doors, but did not speak so much since they were stuffing their mouths with racks of lamb and ale. They did not even looked up to see who came in, which Sansa did not mind at all. Heading down to the opposite end of the large dining hall, she took a spot at one of the tables where the young ladies and lords of the court dine; feeling it was no longer right to be at the end of the Royal table. The servant girl came out with a glass of wine and Sansa shook her head viciously before finally speaking. "No, thank you. Just water for me, please? And whatever is available for food, please?" Sansa knew the girl was not a mute, but it seemed like she was shaken up by something. The servant girl nodded a little as she gave a small smile and took back the wine. The young woman had enough wine to fill her nights of drunk dreams what she believed for the rest of her days. Not only that, but wine left a sour taste in her mouth now since the night of being in the Great Sept--no matter how sweet the wine truly tasted.
The servant girl came back with a simple cup of water and placed it on table-top close to her elbow. Strangely, the girl spoke out of her place; but at this point, Sansa did not seem to care. No one was around at the moment to punish any of them. "Too bad you cannot speak to Lady Margaery about him." Before Sansa had a chance to dwell on what the girl spoke of, the servant girl slipped away and into the kitchens. Furrowing her eyebrows a bit, she sat there alone and pondered; idly taking sips of the water. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Stark✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ We are calling to you...............................................................................................................................................................We are coming for you.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 11:12 pm
The Spider's Web of Words Sweat dripped from his wavering face. "That's the thing Ser, I found him already tied." The young man looked at the ground, feeling ashamed that he himself did not have the honor of such a deed, it could perhaps have earned him some small pull to gain a gold cloak himself one day. Realizing he was only stalling the Knight to the very task he asked his aid for, he looked up. "This way," he half croaked, half sputtered, turning towards the alley he had just came in from. Following a few turns through narrow streets, now empty from being distant to the now main roads, he turned looked around a wall and into the thin dark alleyway. To the untrained eye, it would surely be hard for someone to pick up a dark-clad Northerner sitting against a wall, though not impossible. "There," he whispered shakily with an outstretched digit.
Further into the darkness, a shimmer of the sliver of sun glinted towards their direction as if their target had heard the low spoken words. Just as quickly as it came, the flicker receded back to it's shadow. The brown haired man, stepped back a few steps. "I will leave the two of you to do what you will." Narrowing his eyes, he looked into the alley with a bit more gusto than he had shown only a moment ago, "You heard me, I'm done trying to be courteous,Ser Stark or whatever banner you may hold for him. I told you I'd find a guard if you wouldn't talk and here a guard stands. Do have fun wherever they send you to, be it a cell, the wall, or a spike," he howled at the shadow before he began walking further down the wider lane they still stood within, turning to the left quite some distance down.
A silence fell upon them for what seemed to be some time before the dark clad man spoke softly towards the guard. "It's about time that fool left." Though his words were hushed, his voice carried fairly clearly through the distance. "Come closer so I may see the face of the coward who will drag me away," the man taunted from beneath his helm, shifting with his bonds so he could look upon the golden-haired guard. A thick layer of dirt caked various parts of his face, giving away that he had been laying low for some time now. His eyes were dark and heavyset within his face, leaving him looking a bit mysterious and wild. He waited for the guard to walk a bit closer before asking him, "Is it now a crime to walk in this city, or has everyone decided to take rope to any man these days?" He turned away from the guard and towards the other end of the alley, waiting for the well dressed royal guard to speak up.
Όѳʗ: >.>
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 12:40 am
♦•◆•♦ x Queen Regent Cersei Lannister x ♦•◆•♦
"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground." By the time Cersei reached the dining hall, her stomach was growling louder than a lion and her temper matched. As she rounded the corner right before it, she nearly ran into a lone servant with a stack of books in his arms. He wasn't paying attention and brushed up against Cersei, accidentally spilling his books on the floor. She angrily brushed at her sleeve, as though he had dirtied it, and said, "Watch where you are going, boy."
Leaving the boy behind to pick up his books, Cersei strode into the dining hall with her head held high. She would not let any servant get the better of her. A few guards were sitting around a table near the door. At the sight of her, one of the men got out of his seat as though to leave and the other men seemed ready to follow. Not wanting to be disrespected by guards yet again, she pushed the standing man back down into his seat and said, "Don't get up on my account. Sit and enjoy your meal." She gave him a glare that meant death if he disobeyed. The guards gave her solemn looks and returned to their seats.
As Cersei walked briskly towards the royal table at the end, she glanced at the kitchen door and saw the serving girl stick her head out. With a cruel smirk on her face, she shouted across the room, "I would like that venison you neglected to bring me earlier. And don't forget the wine or you'll be cleaning privies until you're old and grey." The girl went wide-eyed and disappeared from sight.
Much to Cersei's delight, her meal was brought out almost immediately after she sat down. It seemed that her meal had indeed been prepared earlier when she had been last in the dining hall. At least this time they had enough sense to bring it to her. The wine pitcher followed shortly after. She dismissed the serving girl with a wave of her hand.
Cersei was quick to snatch up her fork and bring a small piece of venison to her mouth. The meat was succulent and juicy, cooked just right. At least that hadn't been screwed up. As she speared another piece with her fork, she noticed Sansa sitting over at one of the noble's tables. Had she been sitting there the whole time? The girl was so quiet that Cersei hardly noticed her most of the time. It always seemed that she was deep in thought, most likely plotting all their deaths. Well at least that is what Cersei would be doing if she was in that situation.
After finishing off her bite of meat and placing the fork down on the table, Cersei faked a smile. She flicked a finger at Sansa, beckoning her to come closer, and said, "Sweet, sweet Sansa; why are you sitting over there? Come join me." "I should wear the armour, and you the gown."
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 9:55 am
Come away Little Lost, come away to the water......Away from the Light that you always knew. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Sansa✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ It was not long after the girl left that she came back with a plate of venison and some of the what seemed freshly picked summer berries. Nodding in silence of her thanks, Sansa looked down to the plate and smiled a little bit; which was something she had not done in the dining hall in what seemed like forever. Digging into the venison like any other lady would, she slowly glanced up to see the Queen Regent coming in. Stiffening up a little bit, her did her best to keep quiet while eating fairly quickly and yet in the lady-like manner.
With the venison consumed and the berries practically gone, Sansa let out the most quiet sigh of relief until Cersei summoned her closer. Her heart was beating so quickly and so loud, she would not be surprised even if the guards well at the other end of the hall could hear it. Giving a small smile and a nod, she took a hold of the recently refilled cup of water and headed over to the table and stood at the chair beside Cersei; but dared not sit quite yet. Granted, she was invited, but Sansa knew her place now. "Your Grace." There was a small curtsy involved as well, but her voice seemed glad to be in her presence along with a hint of a forlorn. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Stark✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ We are calling to you...............................................................................................................................................................We are coming for you.
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