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 Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 5:14 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 scrutinized Sansa's every move as she walked over and stood next to her. There was no denying that Sansa was beautiful; any lord would have been glad to have her. She was incredibly quiet and courteous, almost too much so. It was the quiet ones you always had to look out for, since you never knew what they were up to. Still, she would have made a fine bride for Joffrey, if not for the traitor's blood running through her veins. Cersei would make sure to keep a careful watch on the girl for the day she would inevitably show her true colours.
Giving a half-hearted smile, Cersei said, "Sit, dear girl." Her eyes caught a glimpse of the cup in Sansa's hand, which was filled with water. Such a drink was for those who were poor or unable to hold their liquor. She couldn't have that, now could she. Cersei glanced over at the kitchen and spotted the serving girl standing silently near the door. With a wave of her hand, she said, "Serving girl, pour Lady Sansa some wine." The girl jumped into motion and sped over to the table. She picked up the wine pitcher and filled an empty cup before placing it in front of Sansa's seat. The service had definitely improved since last time.
Eyeing Sansa after she took a sip of wine, Cersei said, "I have not seen much of you about the keep since the arrival of the Tyrells. I assume you've been well?" "I should wear the armour, and you the gown."
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 5:45 pm
 Chester narrowed his eyes at the fleeing boy, such a lad could never hold the mettle to scare, intimidate, or even honor this man. And because of that the prisoner now had seemed confident for the upper hand. Even enough to call Chester himself a coward. It was hard for the golden haired guard to hold back his laughter but he did so with a sharp bite of his tongue. He could not lose composure so quickly. The man stepped forward, no weapons drawn for he had confidence that this depressed man wouldn't strike just so soon. Most enemies would get a feel for what they were up against.
Chester allowed the sun to shine on his face revealing his gentle futures, along with one long scar on his cheek. Recent and not deep, but still a scar, it wouldn't stay forever to his luck. His blue eyes looked down at the shadow covered figure with a scowl on his face. "Can you move?" Chester asked, his hands at his sides as his eyes narrowed down. He had to make sure what the prisoner's reach was first before he got any closer. Όѳʗ: What? <_<
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 11:15 pm
Come away Little Lost, come away to the water......Away from the Light that you always knew. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Sansa✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ Looking back to the servant girl, in which she was going to decline the offer, but was greeted with the wine instead of water. Sansa gave a small smile as she reluctantly took the wine. Looking back to Cersei, she nodded a little before taking a seat beside her. She was not as intimidated as she was long ago, but now with the lack of betrothal over her and King Joffrey, it was not that difficult for the Queen Regent to slit Sansa's throat at any given moment in time.
Staring down at the cup of wine, she was brought back to reality when she asked how she was fairing. "I have been, yes, Your Grace. I was not feeling so well for the past few evenings and I thought it would be easier to stay close to my chambers than to roam about. Just in case the other ladies or anyone else here felt leery about my possible illness, I stayed away from everyone. However, I am feeling better, thank you." Not wanting another episode to occur like in the Great Sept, Sansa took a casual drink from her cup of wine. Having an utter feeling that would not please Cersei enough, she took another casual sip immediately following a breath of air to catch it between the sips. Carefully resting the cup onto her lap, Sansa believed changing the subject away from herself would be good on her part. "Has His Grace and Lady Margaery chosen a date of the ceremony and feast?" Not a great segue...or a topic for that matter, but it was better to have the Queen Regent, the new Lord-Hand and everyone else in the courts let out a sigh of relief for the King would not be wed to a silly girl with traitor's blood running in her veins. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Stark✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ We are calling to you...............................................................................................................................................................We are coming for you.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 12:04 am
The Spider's Web of Words Hearing the knight speak to him, the dark clad man turned and uplifted his head to meet the piercing blue eyes with his own dark brown. The light overheard slashed at the man's face just as a sword would, making his scar seem even more intriguing. The helmed man still seated tilted his head to mimic the scar. "Yes, I think I can move, though the men who ambushed me stripped me of my sword." Glancing to blades along his arms, he found himself even further curious. "You don't see blades like that up North. Let alone most of Westeros. Only place you could get that is Dorne, Essos maybe, or have them custom made." His heavy lids looked the soldier over from head to toe, "and if you truly came up with such a unique set of blades, you sure have some strange ideas. Lannister is it? Do I see a lion upon your chest?" Nodding towards the engraved roaring lion on his breastplate. Lifting his eyes to meet his again he stared for a moment trying to gauge how to go about all of this.
Slowly and surely he lifted himself off the wall a bit, rising to his knees with some awkward jostling movements. He knew what the Lannisters thought of Northman, and despite all of this, he did not run, but merely stared at the guard, waiting to see how he would react. "Well, Ser Lannister, what now?" His hands behind his back lied against his back lightly as he anticipated
the outcome that would come from this new face. The face of a man fresh from the fields, strong and sure and swift, but did not know who played true puppetmaster within this city. Oh the things this fresh face could learn, he pondered as he held the gaze of the blonde maned man before him.
Όѳʗ: I apologize for it's shortness, but what it lacks in length I hope it makes up for in content and intrigue
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 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." Cersei nodded into her wine glass as Sansa spoke about not feeling well lately. Sick or healthy, it made no difference. The girl could be locked up in a cell if Cersei decided she wanted that. All she needed was Sansa to stay her hostage as leverage over the Starks. That was her sole purpose now that she was no longer betrothed to Joffrey. Still, it would be unbecoming to treat her disrespectfully, since she was a young lady at court. The last thing Cersei needed was a rumour about Lannister hospitality.
Cersei watched Sansa silently as she sipped her wine. The way she did it was so dainty and proper, which made Cersei feel like an alcoholic in comparison. Nevertheless, she took a big gulp of wine as Sansa asked about the upcoming wedding. She then placed down her now empty cup.
"They are to be wed within the month," said Cersei. "Plenty of preparation is needed for the feast and there has been difficulty ensuring the arrival of all the guests. I've given myself countless headaches trying to figure out what to do about the Martells, since the Tyrells hate them so. Having those two families even within the same city will be quite a handful." She wasn't quite sure why she was openly discussing this with Sansa, since she seemed such a little girl so keen to please. Then again, most of her confidants had either started ignoring her or had turned over to her father's side. She was slowly losing power to her father, the Hand, and it was starting to get to her.
Banishing those thoughts from her mind, Cersei tried to further the conversation. "I suppose the wait for the wedding will be good. It will give Joffrey time to acquaint himself with his new bride-to-be." As she poured herself another glass, most likely her fifth this day, a thought came to her mind. Sansa had mentioned that she had not felt well recently and Cersei was certain that the girl had had her first bleeding recently. She immediately felt compelled to speak her mind. "Sansa, has Joffrey perhaps visited your chambers? I believe you have already flowered, if I am not mistaken." She gave Sansa an analyzing look, trying to pry answers from her since she knew that her son still had an interest in the Stark girl. "You may no longer be his future bride, but the King can have whoever he wants. Robert frequently reminded me of that." With that final thought, Cersei grabbed her wine glass and downed it all in one gulp. "I should wear the armour, and you the gown."
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 4:56 am
The man was tough no doubt that. The northman had either no strength to run or fight, or he just did not fear his fate, though he was sure he had regret the decision to make his destination here. Chester had the patients to let the man waste his breath obviously observing those he was hunted by as any smart man should, but the man was trying too talkative for a prisoner. He enjoyed conversation but if anyone had seen Chester making a friend he would come into question, not only that but if he took the man in too soon he would be relieved from his posesstion, no doubt put to the test by others which he was asked to do by the kind man that had shown him the way to his... meal ticket. He ignored the questions about his blade they were made by quite the blacksmith in near the ironthrone keep and he had always cherrished their craftsmanship, it was damn rare and he had planned to treasure them as if they were extended family.
"I am not here for a conversation sadly enough. I am here to find out why you are here.." Chester's eyes looked down at the man seeing his wrists bound daring the Lannister to approach more and remove the helm from the man to get a good look at his face. "Who jumped a man such as you and how did they bring you to your knees." Chester was about to question where the men were now for so far he only saw one so far but from what the Northman stated and the man that led him there, there was more than one of them. But again it may have just been Chester's paranoia kicking in once more. Even still it made the Lannister's left hand twitch ever so slightly ready for any kind of movement around him to be the wrong type. He was not planning on getting taken down along with the Northernman.Όѳʗ: Oh no worries about length, I mean I know what you mean especially when I look at Special Monster's post I'm just like.. *w* lol but just do what you can, I understand.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 11:08 pm
Come away Little Lost, come away to the water......Away from the Light that you always knew. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Sansa✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ Feeling like her heart had stopped entirely, Sansa stood still but only for a small moment before remembering to breathe. She knew it would not take long at all for word to travel amongst the ladies of the court or to spread to the Queen Regent's ears about her flowering, but out of all things; why ask her about King Joffrey visiting. "No, Your Grace. I have not seen His Grace since the celebration feast of your Lord Father officially becoming the Hand of the King. I do not know if he had decided to have Ser Clegane make Lady Margaery the new target practice of words and--" There was a small pause, having her voice saunter downward, as if immediately regretting what she just said and what she will say. "--anger issues. I will not be surprised at all, though, if he decides to use me like a target dummy due to my traitor blood."
Looking down to her cup, she knew--in fact the servant girl knew quicker than Sansa ever could--she needed to speak to Margaery about all of it as soon as she could. And to find out why, just why, he came to see her. Why to her chambers out of all places? Even more so, why did he go? Taking a few more gulps from the cup of wine, Sansa finished it off in hopes Cersei would be proud instead of continuing with the questions. Or worse, find out anything that she vaguely heard about. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Stark✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ We are calling to you...............................................................................................................................................................We are coming for you.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 11:44 pm
The Spider's Web of Words The captured knight let out a small chuckle of relief, believing at certain his head would have been sliced clean off if it was any other guard. No. This was the guard he was meant to speak to about. ”Pride,” he murmured, ”the greatest possession and the worst armor any man in Westeros could have. Something all knights; be it of Wolf, Stag, or Lion, should become strong with it and fear it.” The northernman stared curiously at the guard’s eyes and yet behind his own was something far different than fear. More like—pleasure. Not the kind of pleasure some sell-sword would have at a brothel. No, more like the pleasure of being here, in this very spot. The possibility of going mad could not be thrown off the papers, but there was also something odd about this captured knight.
Another shift of his legs, showing no initial sign of an ambushed attack or any attack for that matter. It was peculiar to find a captured knight possibly this compliant. ”Now. As for your initial question. I know why I am here. The real question is, do you? Many guards join to lay loyal down in front of the crown. It may be the right House, but is it the right king?” It could be easily told the captured knight was never one for straight-forwardness, but it was also something he of recent had gone through and the look on his solemn face showed a hint of it. Όѳʗ: --
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 11:45 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 nearly spit out her wine when Sansa mentioned anger issues. She was quick enough to hold it back and give the appearance that she had been nowhere near to spitting it out. There was no denying that Joffrey had quite a temper, but she was surprised that Sansa admitted it out loud. That girl was the last one Cersei had suspected would ever speak ill of the King. Sure she probably despised him deep inside, but she was surprisingly good at hiding it behind a wall of courtesy.
Subtly glaring at Sansa, Cersei said, "You better guard your tongue more closely or someone is liable to cut it out; and we both know who would do it."
Cersei held back a chuckle. Hopefully her words frightened the girl. Sansa needed to fear Joffrey, since only then would she submit to him and accept him as King over her traitor brother. There was also the possibility that Joffrey would actually cut out her tongue if he caught her insulting him. In that respect, Cersei was actually helping Sansa from making a grave mistake in the future. It was a sad day when a mother had to protect some witless girl from her own son. "I should wear the armour, and you the gown."
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 12:12 am
Chester listened very closely his patience maintaining as the captured northernman danced around his questions. Chester gazing through the man's helm to examine his glare through the sight, he needed to remove that helm of his to read his expression clearly, it was a good thing the prisoner had not answered his questions for he would have had no idea on whether it was true or not. Once the Lannister had heard the word of 'king' exit from the prisoner's lips in the wrong form, the form that if any loyal dog had heard them it would be dealt with severly, but for Chester it gave him a reason to act and get in close. "King Joffery is the rightful heir!" Chester made his voice boom as his left hand unsheath his blade and sweep it low towards the prisoner, not to behead him, oh no he still needed information out of him but to recheck his place. As Chester swung his sword to touch the man's neck he stepped in close so they needn't speak so loudly incase any listened in close.
Chester looked around for any peering eyes, he saw none and then he looked back down at the man with a more stern 'what the hell are you thinking' look' No man speaks out against the king without a deathwish. "I'm removeing your helm.." Chester spoke softly, "..then you are going to tell me what you know"Ooc: I couldn't go any further without your post for the okay on the advance >.<
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The Ariadelle Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 1:31 am
⋅⊰⊱≶•≷ ⊰⊱⋅ Tyrion of House Lannister ⋅⊰⊱≶•≷⊰ ⊱⋅   "I've offended you. Forgive me. It's been a rough morning."Finishing up a quick draft of new guards and reliable names from a not so distant time ago, Tyrion rolled up his scroll, tying it's center firmly with a crimson cord. He did not know what Shae was up to today, though it did not give her much time to rest in his quarters. A true shame. Now had he had a run-in with his nosey partner, the Spider. Could he have truly have slipped under the radar of the eunuch? With no interruptions, he found ample time to sit and draft a few ideas for the rotten King to redeem his name to his people. None of them would be picked, he knew, as Joffrey simply had no interest in such matters. Nor would the boy be interested in new guards or anything his dear uncle proposed. He knew he must now sit with his dearest sister and discuss matters before she forgot and while she still had some false favor sitting in his corner.
Exiting his room he was pleased to see a guard on watch. It appears she had no forgotten him. Smiling to the golden clad man he asked politely, "I wish to speak with the Queen Regent, that is not going to be a problem will it be?" The man stood still, trying to ignore the imp possibly. "I thought not," he off-handedly remarked as he continued through the Keep. Every now and again he would ask a guard if they'd seen his sister, though most had not, until he began to near the Dining Hall once more. "She's inside," he retorted after Tyrion inquired.
Stepping within the room he was surprised to see guards seated, already a vast improvement from their earlier manner, perhaps Cersei had berated them to stay. Looking forward to the raised seating he was further taken by the sight of Lady Sansa Stark sitting with the Queen Regent. "My dearest sister, how good it is to see you, and for the second time this day," he swooned, sarcasm laced in his words. "and Lady Sansa, so good to see you as well. I take it you've been well these past few weeks?" It was true he had not seen the girl or heard word from her since he had been in his recovery room. Surely Joffrey had her jumping through even more hoops while he was kept at away. "The king is a lost cause. It's the rest of us that I'm worried now."    
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 3:06 am
♦•◆•♦ x Queen Regent Cersei Lannister x ♦•◆•♦
"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground." As soon as Cersei saw Tyrion waddle into the room on his stunted legs, she instinctively reached for her wine glass. She already had to deal with him once today and she was not looking forward to another chat. She forced her fingers to release her glass, since she'd need her wits about her, or whatever wits she had left after the five cups she'd already drunk. Now that she thought about it, she did feel a little light-headed. Why couldn't her little brother just crawl into his hole and leave her alone for once.
Cersei's fingers twitched for the wine glass again, but she pulled back and grabbed her fork instead. Some venison would have to do for now. After she had brought a morsel to her lips and gulped it down, she gave Tyrion a condescending look and said, "If you keep popping up, I won't be able to sleep tonight with your disfigured face haunting my dreams." "I should wear the armour, and you the gown."
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 6:57 am
Come away Little Lost, come away to the water......Away from the Light that you always knew. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Sansa✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ Slowly closing her eyes, fighting back any tears that may have swelled with the harsh warning the Queen Regent spoke of, Sansa mental cursed at herself for ever speaking in the first place. She did not blame the wine; but her own anger and blood. Not traitorous blood, though. Starks were usually blunt when speaking since the North lacks in the elegance and etiquette usually seen in courts. Having a feeling all of these years, something from Sansa's own sister has finally rubbed off onto her. A tongue that does not learn to shut up.
Finally opening her eyes and greeted by Tyrion, it was the first time since before the Battle that caused his large scar that she has seen him. Giving a small smile to him and a nod before speaking to him. "Yes, thank you. I am glad to see you up and well too." The scar did not bother her so much. If she could look upon the face of The Hound and not be sickened by it, she believed she could look upon the face of anyone. Whose head is still attached to their body that is. Sansa glanced back to Cersei, but did not give a look of horror or anything to the sort when she made the snide comment about dreams and Tyrion's face. It was out of respect to look at the one who is speaking, be it to her or not. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Stark✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ We are calling to you...............................................................................................................................................................We are coming for you.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 1:30 pm
⋅⊰⊱≶•≷ ⊰⊱⋅ Tyrion of House Lannister ⋅⊰⊱≶•≷⊰ ⊱⋅"I've offended you. Forgive me. It's been a rough morning." Still looking at the young Sansa as his sister spoke, he took in the smile she offered. Despite all of the horrors this Keep had given the girl, she always seemed to find a smile buried within her that she offered up to the court as though that had done nothing wrong. How Tyrion envied the girl's commitment to her contentment in her stay. She would not let the Red Keep break her. Breaking his gaze he pivoted to face his sister. "You sting me with such harsh words," he jested, taking a seat across from her. "I was hoping that I could borrow you for a short time to look over some things with me. Nothing maddening, just the basics of some plans. Though, as I see you are still supping on some glorious smelling venison," his eyes dropped to her plate briefly before rising back, "and that you are with guest," he turned and nodded politely to Sansa, "perhaps I could join you all in a meal and then we may talk freely afterwards?" His eyebrows quirked innocently with his question. He hoped she would take some time to discuss these matters so he may get his new task rolling and to keep her away from Pycelle. The last thing he needed was for Cersei to find more free time to scheme.
Looking around the room for a serving girl, he smiled and gestured towards a goblet, hoping the notion that he'd enjoy some wine came across. Turning back to Cersei, he smiled to her, basking in the knowing that she thought his face grotesque and by acting as though such things did not matter, he was actually showing it to it's fullest. Somewhere in Tyrion's mind, he heard a bit of himself warning against such actions, but with Sansa also at the table, surely she would not act like a court jester in front of her...or her guards for that matter. Though he did note her hand clutching her goblet, as well as the redness beginning to blossom upon her cheeks. If she'd been drinking quite a bit, she may throw reason to the winds.
"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: Thu Jun 28, 2012 3:39 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 kept her gaze focused on Tyrion, never letting his face leave her sight. In all honesty, his disfigured face did not frighten her; she just loathed the man behind it. She seriously questioned whether it had been wise to trust him in the first place. The half-man had seriously hampered her plans before the Battle of the Blackwater. She knew that he was just waiting for the chance to rise back to power, but could she truly rein him in enough to use that ambition to further her own goals.
After Cersei had taken another bite of venison, she glared down at Tyrion and said, "Do we truly need to discuss court matters so soon? I am busy enough as it is." She was not ready to deal with this matter yet, since she had not had time to prepare a list of men loyal to her who could serve Tyrion. She stabbed another bit of meat with her fork and hastily gulped it down.
Realizing that Tyrion was still waiting for her permission to sup with them, Cersei let out an irritated sigh. Eating with her impish brother and a traitor's daughter had not been what she had hoped for today. "I suppose you may join us," she said as she waved her hand at the meal in front of her. She accidentally smacked her wine glass and toppled it over, spilling the wine across the table and over into Tyrion's lap. The sight of the wine spilling onto her little brother seemed outrageously funny to her, possibly because of how intoxicated she was, so she burst out in laughter. Her laughs echoed through the hall, attracting odd looks from the guards. Realizing what she was doing, Cersei ceased her laughter. Her cheeks reddened, both from the wine and embarrassment. Trying to deflect from what she had just done, she glanced over at the serving girl, who stood near the kitchen door, and said, "Clean up this mess." "I should wear the armour, and you the gown."
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