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 Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 10:06 am
Come away Little Lost, come away to the water......Away from the Light that you always knew. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Sansa✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ Mania may have been the last thing on Sansa’s mind at the moment. More of possible paranoia than anything else. Somehow, she was able to keep the look of a sullen and yet not so bright young woman; but it was the fear of getting caught by the Queen Regent—or worse, the King—that kept her attention on the guard. Looking down to the not-so-tall lord, a warm smile washed over her weary and youthful face while giving a small nod to him. ”Please. It is my rudeness you should give pardon to. I did not want to disturb your conversation with your sister, but I have a feeling knowing this text may be far more important than you led to believe it is.” There was a little bit of her own hesitation before swallowing what little pride she had left and placed her own hand gently on top of his to let him lead.
There was not much twist and turns as it was to get to her own chambers, but it was deep. Knitting her eyebrows in confusion as to why anyone in the throne room would do such a thing their own blood was something beyond the young dire wolf girl’s comprehension. It was not long at all, though, when there was a heartbeat of a pause before being let into the former Hand’s chambers. It was not much bigger than Sansa’s own, but looked rather cramped due to his possessions and what daunting furniture—as Lord Tyrion mentioned—his sweet sister bestowed unto him. Looking around curiously, for it was strange to be in a chamber of the male gender without any supervision. She was rarely in the King’s chambers and when she was, it was for his Hound to give her a simple beating in the stomach or on the arms. Never on her face, though. The young Stark knew nothing of harm would happen within this small amount of walls. A Lannister through and through he may be, but Tyrion used snarks and riddles to insult someone rather than physical motions.
Stepping closer inward of the chamber, Sansa gave a look back to the Lord of the chamber and let out a chuckle a little bit. ”It suits you; smelling like books and alcohol.” Her eyes widened a little bit right when her cheeks flushed a bit in red. ”I do beg your pardon, My Lord. My traitorous tongue has been a bit more brave these past couple of days.” The young woman dipped a little in a curtsy before catching herself a breath and composing herself and raising herself to normal stature. When Tyrion spoke about what kind of books she came here for, she smiled softly and only shook her head a little before speaking. ”More of a secret that is in need of given unto you in regards to the Queen Regent and Maester Pycelle.”
Sansa knew that would catch Lord Tyrion’s attention in an near instant, so she waited until he was at the ready. She was one not to give away secrets so easily, but then again, not many would tell a stupid traitorous girl like her a secret regarding something of the Court. ”I do not know much since I was in a different corridor than the two were. All I heard was something about using something to do something with another’s mind. The Queen Regent sounded all too happy when Maester Pycelle spoke about. And something else about making a batch of it. I honestly wish I knew more, but that is all I heard and recollect.” There was a hint of disappointment in herself for not gaining more information for him. ”I do not know what it is for specifically, but the Queen Regent sounded too happy than she normally does which made me suspicious. And to be honest, I do not even know why I am informing you about it; but you are the only one around here who would not immediately speak of it to His Grace.” As far as she knew, the last bit was true. Lannister or not, Lord Tyrion truly knew what to speak about and what to keep his lips locked about. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Stark✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ We are calling to you...............................................................................................................................................................We are coming for you.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:32 pm
⋅⊰⊱≶•≷ ⊰⊱⋅ Tyrion of House Lannister ⋅⊰⊱≶•≷⊰ ⊱⋅   "I've offended you. Forgive me. It's been a rough morning." The slight hint of an upturn crossed his thin lips as she said the room suited him. Not many picked up so such subtleties, or at least those he typically encountered. Letting the girl continue Tyrion felt the gentle pangs of guilt , perhaps he had been a bit brash to Sansa. So his sister and her puppet were scheming some sort of mind altering agent. He knew his brows had drawn closer to one another as he took in the severity of what he had just heard. If Cersei did in fact have a source to control the minds of others who knew how far she would go. Would she just use this in moderation? Or go as far as she aimed to with the wildfyre? What if she controlled the entire council, or even if she slipped doses to lords all throughout the land? Realizing his jaw had gone a bit slack, he reset it, and tried to remember how to speak.
"Thank you," he whispered, mind still reeling with the possibilities. Running a head through his disheveled hair, he sighed. "I...I do not believe his Grace should know of this, and it is true that I am one of few in this castle who prefers to think before barking to their lord, as any other dog." Letting his dry palm run down his forehead to partially cover his face, he parted his stubby digits to look upon the girl once more. "I apologize for my harshness as you entered, it's been quite a long day, though it's conflicts never cease." Tyrion let out a short left. "I've only been about this keep for a day and already I wonder if there is any hope left. I owe you greatly for this information," he said softly. "You may have just saved what little order is still held within these walls and many more. How may I repay you for such a thing?" He let his hand fall and looked upon the girl with as much gratitude as his features could muster in their disfigured state.
Looking at her in the dim light, he noted that she looked like more of a proper lady than he remembered. It was true that she'd filled out a bit since she'd come South with her father, though he had other things to attend to once he arrived rather than taking a gander at the young Stark girl. Pivoting a bit as the beginnings of a blush tinged his cheeks, Tyrion gave himself a moment to regain himself before turning back to her. "I will do my best to make your stay here as comfortable as is in my power." Instinctively he felt his throat constrict as he swallowed the words that just left him. "And if you ever speak of wanting to leave, I will do my best to provide you a safe passage to where you desire." He hoped that was a fair enough trade, an honest promise in exchange for a hopefully honest secret shared between them. "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: Wed Jul 25, 2012 11:24 pm
The Spider's Web of Words  Istinctively swallowing against the grain of the blade, his eyes never left the soldier. "No, where do you think you are?" he said in a hushed voice, finally letting off the hint of a darker tone to his voice. With the most subtle movements he could produce from his kneeling state, he gently slipped his head back a smidge, barely noticeable to the naked eye. "As for why I believe I hold a higher standard, it is because I do, regardless of how much you know, dear knight. You may too hold the same air, that is, once you realize what game you are playing." With that, he slipped his rope-bound hands upward, twisting as they neared the neck. Nearly cutting his hand in the maneuver, he rose to face the man before him.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I do believe I am running late. Learn this city and then you may find me once again. Until then, dwell on our brief meeting of the minds." he huffed, rubbing his forearms where they had just been bound. Locking eyes with the golden-haired man, he nodded, "Goodbye, Lannister. Oh, and I suggest you do not put up a fight. " With that the click of many crossbows chimed above them and the Northerner donned the beginnings of a smile before ducking around Chester, in a sprint, and rounding the corner. It was obviously too soon for the man to truly grasp the city, and Varys knew that now. He would watch and wait for the knight to open his eyes...or leave them sealed, as many of his house did. Either way, there were more Lannister knights than he could count within this cities walls, he would eventually find one who was not completely ignorant to those he pledged fealty.
Όѳʗ: The chase is on! Hopefully not...there are probably quite a few crossbowmen on the rooftops.... I'm not going to lie, this was just an exit post.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 8:10 pm
♦•◆•♦ x Queen Regent Cersei Lannister x ♦•◆•♦
"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground."   Cold. So cold.
Frigid air blew through the open window of Cersei's room, adding to the already cool temperature of the room. She tried to rise, but her sheets were frozen solid. They cracked as she applied pressuring, releasing her from her bed prison. She slid out of the bed, disturbing the frost that layered the floor. The stone beneath her feet was cool to the touch, yet she did not seek any footwear.
A wailing sound broke the silence and Cersei immediately bounded from her room in search of its source. The empty halls of the Red Keep were covered in frost and ice, but she did not slip. The cold nipped at her skin beneath her nightgown and she shivered involuntarily. She could well freeze to death, but she felt compelled to seek out the one who was wailing.
The sound brought Cersei to a black door untouched by frost and ice. When she reached for the door handle, it burnt her hand. The heat emanating from the room was enough to ward off the cold that threatened Cersei. Still, she needed to get in that room. Covering her hand with the fabric of her nightgown, she grabbed the handle and tugged the door open. It burned through her gown with ease and scorched her hand, but the door swung open.
Flames spread from the floor and ran up the walls. They kept away from the doorway though, so Cersei was not at risk. She was about to enter when the flames parted enough to reveal three pikes in the centre of the room. A head was stuck on each one and she collapsed to the ground at the sight. On each pike was a head of one of her children. Joffrey's face was stuck in an ugly grimace, as though threatening the very man who dared stick his head on a pike. Myrcella seemed to be screaming in pain; perhaps it was her voice Cersei heard. Tommen appeared to be crying tears of blood. The sight was too much for a mother to bear. With all her effort, she slammed the door shut, further scorching her hands in the process.
Cersei collapsed to the ground outside the door. Her heart ached in her chest. All her beautiful children, dead. She had taken so much effort to bring them into the world, only to watch them die. Just like the Witch had predicted.
Terror seized Cersei as she quickly rose to her feet and fled the hall. She ran until she was too tired to keep running. Her eyes darted behind her, looking for some unseen enemy that was never there. By then she had run to a courtyard where a large raggedy tent was set up in the middle. The tent was familiar to her and she felt like fleeing yet again. The tent flap blew open and a eerie green light drew her in. Despite her best judgement, Cersei entered the tent.
Strange spices and other scents tingled Cersei's senses as she entered the tent. The eerie green light filled the tent, except the far side of a table sitting in the centre of the tent. A dark figure sat in the darkness, but the haunting laugh the woman gave off confirmed her identity. "Are you here to have your fortune told?"
Cersei backed away from the woman. She knew her fate, no matter how much she wanted to ignore it. She had learned of it in this same tent as a child. Finally building up the will to speak, she said, "I do not need your foolish fortunetelling. My fate is my own." No matter how many times she ran that thought through her head, she couldn't help but doubt her words.
"Very well then," said the woman. "You keep on believing that until the day the 'valonqar' strangles you." The woman let out a cackle that sent chills down Cersei's spine.
Cersei's resolve finally dissolved and she couldn't stand being in the presence of this witch. She pulled back the tent flap and fled. The cackling followed her wherever she want until the world faded around her into green mist. "I should wear the armour, and you the gown."
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 9:48 pm
Come away Little Lost, come away to the water......Away from the Light that you always knew. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Sansa✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ There was a hint of a chuckle passing through Sansa’s lips and even a genuine smile, but she did her best to keep the proper lady look. Canting her head a little bit in curiosity when the man shifted a little bit, she thought of nothing of it until he gave her words of gratitude. It was not until his offer of comfort and possible protection that the young blooming woman’s face lit up like fires in the night. ”That is all I could ask for and nothing more. Thank you so very much.” Granted, there was only so much this man could do and Sansa knew this in her heart of hearts. Uncle by blood or not, Joffrey is king; his words and actions are final. Out of nowhere, she quickly stepped closer to him and bent down a little to kiss the top of his forehead. Hints of red rushed to cheeks quickly as she stepped away carefully. Furrowing her eyebrows a little, only to realize something else. ”I lied and I apologize for that. I do need to ask if I could borrow a book from you to convince the Queen Regent I did come here for texts rather than word-exchange.” That was one of the last things the Stark girl needed, Cersei getting on her case for lying.
Finally at the calm, Sansa thought about Tyrion’s offer to find a passage for her away from here. Her home in the far north was a good month’s ride and the Gold Cloaks would catch up to her easily if she ever decided to go on foot. There were not many Houses within the area of King’s Landing that were in allegiance to the Starks. Why would they be anyway? This would be possibly her only home now. Brushing away the wishful thinking, she looked around curiously at the books immediately close by as a distraction for all of this. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Stark✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ We are calling to you...............................................................................................................................................................We are coming for you. ~(( Bah. Totally lost my train of thought with it. It's something, though. ))~
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 7:28 pm
As the next complaint stepped forward Joffrey drew a quiet sigh and maintained his pose. "And how may your King aid you Ser?" Just as he had asked that, Joffrey had zoned out subtley looking to his sides noticing his fiance was not by his side, nor mother, or uncle. Just where had they gone that was so important that they could not be by his side during these meetings. Supper could surely wait for their king and if he found out they partook of the food without him. He’s their king after all, … but perhaps they finally trusted the kingdom in his more than worthy hands, not like that had much choice in the matter. The kingdom was his and no matter what the people called the King of the North, he was no king. Nor did he deserve to ever be one. For Joffrey was the true heir to the iron throne, no one would take it away from him. The complainer before must have noticed he had lost Joffrey’s attention for their voice raised to a higher volume to try and get his attention. But Joffrey would simply leave it to his advisers as he leaned to his right side, his arm resting against the arm of the chair, a signal for the guard to lean close to his words. “Where are my Mother and Uncle, they should be by their king’s side.” The guard bowed his head politely and nodded. “Your apologies your grace, but they are holding a… separate meaning.” The last the guard knew he had seen maids bringing wine to their dinner so he could only suspect they were not up for the task of being shouted at by a messenger, but he still valued his life and all three of the Lannister’s were dangerous. “Shall I go fetch them, m’lord?” His words were soft so he would not speak over the adviser’s response nor the man who had the floor.“Do so. Tell them King Joffrey requests their presence.” He ordered before waving the guard away, and just as quick the guard left joffrey’s side as another one immediately took his place. Joffrey turned his gaze back to the man who had the floor, his boredom growing by the second. If nothing were to happen soon he may find his own entertainment, he was sure it was a small matter to accomplish for him. After all, every peon before him shuttered at his every order. No one would be above him or his equal.. no one but.. Joffrey paused at the realization his clenched his teeth as he scanned the room with almost fire in his blue eyes. His grandfather did pose a minor problem in him holding his power. How was he to stand next to him, though he loved his family dearly he felt a bit of a threat from the old man. For if he gave a suggestion, nay an order… What could Joffrey do but.. follow?
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 4:07 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 woke with a start. Her dream had been so vivid that goosebumps covered her usually smooth skin. Would that stupid witch haunt her dreams until the day she died? She certainly hoped not. No matter how hard she tried to forget it, the memories always flooded back.
A knock on her door caught Cersei's attention. Usually the servants were smart enough not to disturb her while she was resting, so it must have been important. Still, that did not make her any less bitter about the interruption. "What is it?"
The knocking stopped and a voice came from beyond the door. "I have a message from his Grace, King Joffrey."
Cersei visibly relaxed. The interruption did not seem so severe if it was her child who caused it. "Come in then."
The door opened and a guard stepped into the room. He walked over to the foot of the bed and stood there silently. He kept staring at her as Cersei realized that she was sitting up in bed wearing only a thin nightgown. She rolled her eyes; it was like this guard had never seen a woman before. Tired of the man's staring, she said "Spit it out already."
The man jumped to attention and immediately said, "King Joffrey requests your presence in the throne room."
Cersei's anger flared up at those words. No-one ordered her around, even her son. She was still the Queen and the one in charge until Joffrey came of age, although her father, the Hand, would say otherwise. She did not like being told to do anything. Everyone was meant to bend to her will, not the other way around. Still, it was her son and he was king. If there was anyone in the world she was more lenient with, it was Joffrey. Looking up at the guard, Cersei said, "Tell his Grace that I will attend to him when I am ready." If she was going to answer to his every beck and call, she may as well make him wait as she did it on her own time. The guard scurried from the room with her answer.
Cersei let out a yawn as she rolled out of bed. She supposed she should dress soon before heading to the throne room. She'd take her time, but she was not foolish enough to keep Joffrey waiting too long. His temper was only matched by her own. "I should wear the armour, and you the gown."
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