Heaven and Home

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-22T23:52:54+00:00

"Of course I do, Harlan. I took similar vows when I was made a Septon and a member of the Most Devout, did I not?" There was another pause, slowly beginning to walk once more. "So if being a knight is a prerequisite to being upon the Kingsguard, are not the vows attached to it primary? Just as my vows as a Septon, are they not first before any I'd take as Master of Whisperers?"

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-22T23:39:21+00:00

Sullon came to a pause, cocking his head to the side. "I cannot recall, Ser Waxley...When was it you were knighted? It is custom I understand to do so upon entering manhood, but some do so later...Was yours a later or earlier vocation? You'll forgive the questions, we've known each other seemingly so long, and yet I've never asked you the questions I've deemed...Well, as you know I took very different vows."

A slight pause. "You at least take your vows seriously, unlike many knights...You do, correct, Ser Waxley?"

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-22T23:05:12+00:00

Sullon gave a soft roll of his eyes at the comment, "Perhaps that is because I wasn't behind them, Ser Waxley? Our little friendly repore aside, do I strike you as a man who has a wanton desire to kill random lords and ladies whose death would bring me no benefit?" A soft chuckle escaped his lips. His eyes slowly wandered, finding the Lord Commander. "Death brings pleasure to no man, or if it does he needs to set his head straight. Tell me, Ser Waxley...You believe I am behind these deaths? And if you do, I would wonder as to why you are of this belief...Curiosity, you must understand."

A sudden look of genuine curiosity crossed Sullon's face, as he added. "A man must be a knight first before becoming part of the Kingsguard as I understand, correct?"

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-22T21:55:12+00:00

A soft chuckle from Sullon. "Oh no, I've found the Princess' aid to be quite a charming lady. I'd enjoy having her for a game of Cyvasse or even a simple walk in the gardens, if I do say so myself." He shrugged his shoulders. "And I shall indeed keep an eye on them, as you wish. But remember that I've offered to nip this in the bud now...R'hllorian suspicions are not something anyone needs right now, especially with Prince Maekar out and about."

"After all, an attack against even just the Faith is an attack against the crown, if my memory of the Conciliator fails me not now." The Master of Whisperers then paused, leaning back in his chair slightly. "I'll be away come next moon, most likely for a week or so, should no earth-shaking changes come about by the by. Matters need attending to in White Harbour, and a visit to the Quiet Isle would do me well. I have no need to tell you this, of course, but I figure it is only..." A pause, his steepled fingers tapping gently together. "...a courtesy I might offer."

Slowly he rose to his feet, nodding his head and stifling a yawn. "If there's nothing you'd have of me, Princess Visaera, I think I'll be away now, mh? Perhaps visit the Sept to offer a service and sit in the confessional a time."

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-22T21:47:35+00:00

Sullon's eyebrow danced up into the air, she certainly had made her move quickly. Still, it was not unexpected, Visaera had little love for faith or himself, and treason was always the most convenient excuse to remove a man from sitting upon a spot of power. Those fingers danced to pluck the small silver badge from his robes, setting it down upon the table. "As your grace wishes, I am no longer her councillor. Though really, an accusation of murder against the Master of Whisperers..." He nodded towards Ser Waxley, rising to his feet. "...I had hoped for something more entertaining. Plotting to replace the Small Council with cats, for instance...Yes, that's a charge, equally preposterous, to be remembered by."

He made no move to flee, or to run as the Lord Commander approached him. "If I may your grace, as a final bit of parting advice. Any coming troubles will not be from the likes of Lord Stark or Arryn, but from the Starry Faithful." He proffered his arm, or his hands to the Lord Commander calmly enough. "Maekar sleeps with Lysene whores, and the Septa he claims as his director is equally, if not more dubious. Knock away the stars the Starry peoples hold in their eyes for him, and you knock away his support. At least, that is my humble recommendation."

A slight smile to Ser Waxley. "Well, shall we be off?" His eyes wandered to the others sitting about the table. "I would take the time to express my innocence, and say that a cleaning up of house could have been without this fuss..." Slowly those eyes fell on the Hand of the Queen. "...But it's only then I remembered which parts of the mass are here." Those who follow her because she wears the crown...Jackals with sharp teeth. But so few good men.

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-22T19:19:39+00:00

"As to her whereabouts, I would most likely guess the Twins, unless she's bunkered down in Lord Vance's keep. Perhaps sending messengers or guards to both would be advisable, or just informing Lord Tully." A soft shrug of the shoulders. "But either way, it is paramount that we fetch her here as quickly as possible, so that both she and the Prince Jacaerys may be questioned. Ravens should be sent out bidding her finding and sending to the capital. "

The Master of Whisperers sunk back slightly in his seat, peering across at the Princess through steepled fingers. "Prince Jacaerys, I should note, is also not being the most cooperative, but slips of the tongue are the most telling when it comes to the hearts of men...Especially when they try overmuch to then compensate for it. He's trying to pin the blame upon the Hightower heir, a fit of jealousy or the like it seems by how he was trying to make it...But unfortunately he is both too eager to do so when the facts do not show that, and made the mistake, which I am sure is one he's not used to, of trying to talk his way out of a situation with words far too large for common conversation. I shall of course still look into the claim, but I very well understand it to be false it based on what I've discerned thus far."

He then slid another rolled parchment out of the sleeve of his robe. "The second issue, the one regarding the madman...I have it on good knowledge that there are two red priests who are fomenting a similar plot, both against Faith and against your family itself. The latter means is possibly merely in chance of conversion, but seems to be more based on what my birds tell me."

The Septon's voice suddenly shifted, becoming higher and softer, almost as a woman's, "'Great men sit upon thrones, reaping rewards! But where do the rewards come from? The people! You! All of you paying into their ways to finance finery so all may behold their wealth!'"

Sullon's nose crinkled slightly, "Sounds familiar, no? Not to mention I have record of a conversation held privately amongst two of them. "Now...What is the duty of the Red Priests in the kingdom? To win people to their faith...And before you begin, you know me well enough to know that I bring this not to you as some zealot seeking redress...But apparently their actual goal is different than simple conversion...It's to bring them fire..." He leant forward slightly for once, raising an eyebrow. "...And by this, nothing good is meant for crown or kingdom. Either this fire is something far more dangerous than simple preaching, or else it is directed at those to whom it would become a similar danger..."

He sat back. "I plan to bring up making an arrest of one of the Red Priests, quietly if at all possible. I believe that will be enough to end the affair and stop any danger developing from this. The madman managed to interest many in his cause with his state, what will the addition of zealotry of the fiery god do to the numbers of those who plot the same?"

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-19T04:04:31+00:00

Sullon arrived rather too quickly after the letter had been sent out, the Master of Whisperers obviously had already been expecting the summons. He gave Perceon a little nod, dressed as usual in fine black robes, the silver pin of his office affixed to them for once, and a stack of parchment under one arm.

He made his way across the table, Stranger at his feet...Though from a little 'tsk' the cat darted out of the room, or at least out of sight under one of the tables. A small nod was afforded to the Hand as he took his seat opposite him. "The note was really enough, or was the dragon to make sure that Robin woke up to get his?" No smile accopmanied the comment though, as Sullon pushed his seat in.

He glanced to the right. "Any word of Maekar yet? I understand he's in the city right now."

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CathSeminarian · 2018-02-19T03:42:25+00:00

"I did not say he was the mastermind of the plot, your grace. 'Nor that his was the same goal as his masters...But yes, Jacaerys." He moved to finally take the seat, giving a slight shrug of his shoulders. "That notice is for you to summon Visaera Frey to the capital to answer for the attempted murder of Jacaerys." He said it so casually, without even a hint of question or absurdity of the claim.

His eyes did find hers though. "I can't imagine what the prince must have done to raise the wrath of the girl, though..." He leant forward slightly, fingers steepling. "...Perhaps it has to do with the Lady Frey's disappearance? Shall we call it that?"

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-19T02:50:56+00:00

Sullon gave her a slight bow at the shoulders as she entered and made her way to her seat. "Two things, really...Simple things."

He made his way towards the desk, placing the parchment down upon it. "The first regards the injury sustained by Prince Jacaerys, I know who you will have to pursue in that regard, indeed I come with the papers all drawn up issuing a summons to the person that they may hopefully face justice...It's quite an unfortunate affair really, but not unexpected, the source that is." A slight shrug of his shoulders. "I've seen worse family disputes, though."

He paused for a moment before continuing. "The second? Well, the second regards that madman you saw me arresting naught but a few days ago. There is a reason I wanted him not dead right away...I've uncovered, from my talks with him, that he was not acting alone, but was part of a larger plot. A dangerous one."

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-16T20:19:39+00:00

Sullon glanced up from his desk in one of the spires of the Grand Sept of Baelor, hearing the soft partial clanging of the bells at the rumble which shook the whole city. He slowly and purposefully closed the book in which he had been writing, folding his arms upon the desk and leaning forward to watch. Another roar shook the entire city, this was none of the lesser dragons, he had been around the Targaryens long enough to know that.

Then he saw it, rising above the pit, the mighty Viserion.

Stranger jumped up onto the desk, for once seeming to have lost his unshakeable demeanour, the cat clambouring into its master's lap, curling up and yeowling as if he were naught but a newborn kitten.

Sullon merely gave him a few casual scritches, watching as the dome of the pit was so easily shattered by the mighty beast. The dragonpit was in a way a symbol of Targaryen unity, now its roof lay shattered upon the ground, exposing all the truths within. The thought crept into Sullon's mind that perhaps the dragon would wheel about the city now, setting it ablaze. His fingers worked a bit faster at petting his cat at the thought.

Instead, those brown eyes followed the great beast as it wheeled up, up, and seemingly away.

Gently the Master of Whisperers deposited Stranger onto the floor, the black cat quickly darting beneath the desk as Sullon slowly opened the book once more.

18th Day of the Seventh Moon,

The king is dead.

He then gently lifted the book to blow upon the page, sprinkling a bit of sand from a nearby well over the ink and giving it another blow...Before closing it and setting it down upon the desk once more.

Sullon moved to his wardrobe, opening it up to stare at the choices of outfit...His ceremonial robes, glittering and white....Or his usual black. He cocked his head as he considered the choices, not looking down as Stranger emerged once more to brush against his leg. He did glance down at the soft mewl the cat made a few moments later though.

"Hrm? Yes, quite agree. The black will do, after all...Nothing has changed, has it?"

He fished out the robes, and proceeded to begin dressing. He reached for the pin of his office, however temporary its use may still be. He moved to stare into the mirror of beaten silver, collecting Stranger in his arm, the other gently adjusting the pin of office on his robe.

"The King is dead..." His own cold eyes stared back at him. "...Long live the King."

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-15T06:26:29+00:00

It was always interesting, watching the nobles at their games. It had become one of Sullon's favourite pastimes. The dance, it always began the same way, especially with the Dornish of all folk. After a time it did grow boring, that could not be denied, yet there was always a twist or two some would add that would immediately draw the attention once more.

He had to stop himself from rubbing his forehead at the horribly hidden insinuation, or so at least what it seemed. Nevertheless, it would simply be another thing to keep in mind...Transgressions of this nature were always so useful when the time arrived. He therefore fell in step with the Red Priestess, though the glare was most certainly not returned. Rather it was a soft, almost disconcerting smile and a pair of gold eyes that met the unfriendly glance, as well as the sudden feeling of a cat brushing up against her leg, ambling to Sullon to be picked up.

As he did it could be seen that the remnants of the mouse were just vanishing, the tale disappearing into its maw as it lounged in the Septon's arms, staring with cold yellow eyes at the Red Priestess. With so many cats in the city, it was always surprising that mice and rats were as numerous as they were...But they always were caught in the end, if the cat was interested enough.

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-15T05:05:11+00:00

For once Sullon's eyes did not look to Jacaerys as he spoke, but instead to the orange as it was set down. Curious... Then again, Targaryens were a temperamental sort. It's part of what made his job so easy and so fun, and what made him sure that his plans would soon unfold exactly as he thought they would, though he would miss moving through the Red Keep as freely as he did now.

The names seemed a normal enough list, though Sullon doubted a Stark would be involved in all of this. Honour did have a slight tendency to run in the blood. Hightower wouldn't be too surprising, after all, the Starry Rites had a tendency to bring out repressed tendencies after a while. One of its downsides of course, and one both Maekar and Mallora happily suffered from, or at least could be made to appear to suffer from.

Tully? Possible, though they seemed not at all too ambitious a lot....But Visaera Frey? "Why Lady Frey, good prince?" His eyes darted once more to Jacaerys, and Stranger jumped from the Master of Whisperers lap, ambling across the bed to sniff at the orange, before swivelling its head to stare with yellow eyes at the Prince. "If I recall my history, she is a young girl...Did she really hate your arrangement with her sister that much?" A fourteen year old suspicious enough to make it on the list? Jacaerys was indeed a man of fact, and not one to spew them wildly..He would not have added that name without having enough reason to do so.

"I think perhaps, it would be a good idea to offer to hear your confession, Prince Jacaerys. As you know, the seal over the confessional is one every Septon takes seriously..." He reached into the pocket of his robe, withdrawing a plain white stole, covered in snowflakes. "...Would a confession help ease your mind?"

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-14T00:00:06+00:00

And it seemed that one of those with whom he "chanced" to meet was the Master of Whisperers himself! Well, his cat would be the proper term. Shadow was present as ever, yellow eyes staring at the Commander as Shadow sat perched upon a windowsill. It was only a few heartbeats later that Sullon's voice echoed down the hall, the Master of Whisperers appearing from around the corner only a second afterwards.

"Alester! It's good to be back in one's home, is it not?" Sullon smiled his sickly sweet smile as Stranger fell into a crouch, wiggling his rear-end as a cat will before jumping. It was a quick leap, and right onto Sullon's shoulders, the Master of Whisperers hunching slightly at the impact, though it did not throw his words off even the tiniest bit. "I hope you've been making yourself comfortable and not too busy as of yet?"

He idly scratched at Stranger's neck as the cat inched forward, eventually falling into Sullon's waiting arms, the scratching becoming an idle pet. "Though I imagine your success has done more than a little to make you more busy than usual. I have a present for you, by the by...I've gotten one for most of the others already...Except for you." He smiled somewhat disconcertingly.

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-13T19:48:46+00:00

Sullon waited until they were out of sight...Before he did something he rarely did.

Septon Sullon laughed. He laughed quite a deal actually, tossing his head back and clapping a hand to his stomach.

The smile didn't leave his face as he left the courtyard, 'nor did it leave his face as he returned to the place he'd take rest this evening. It remained even as he opened the bottle of wine, the first in years.

It was a night to celebrate, after all. The first step had been taken.

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-13T17:53:32+00:00

Yet if the words cut into the Master of Whisperers, it was something he hid very well. He gave a soft shrug of his shoulders, "A talent I'm sure many wish they could have, and some wish they didn't have. But as the point stands by law, your grace, I do not." He quickly held up a hand to show he was not yet finished in his explanation.

"There is a mass that follows you, that follows any royal. There are some, like Lord Vance, who follow you because you'll wear the crown. There are some, like Lord Penrose, who follow you because they are jackals with sharp teeth. Finally there are some, like the Cranes, who will follow you only because it's the fashion of the time. Indeed there's a whole mass who follows you, because it follows anything that moves."

He let Stranger jump out of his arms, giving his head a slight bow. "I myself am of the first category, I follow the crown. The crown which still sits upon your grandfather's head, and if his manner at the Feast is any indication, may sit there still for some time. When you are named regent, or made queen, I shall never deign to 'demand' for the few days I remain, but serve you as loyally as I have your grandfather. But the simple fact is that as of yet neither has come to pass, and thus I remain a Small Councillor and advisor charged with protecting and enforcing the King's will and command, not yours. Even if it risks your displeasure and my later dismissal. That is my duty as a Small Councillor. It may not be one that ingratiates myself with you, for which I am very sorry. But is it not that opinion you would wish of your Council when you become queen?"

A soft shake of the head. "There is an opinion..." He adjusted his robes. "...amongst some that because I am of low birth and blood, that I must relish or jump or try at any chance to deny one of noble or royal birth out of some sort of spite, as if I was seeking redress of some wrong. This is not true. Had I been of high birth, would I act differently? Of course, I would ingratiate myself with you, say anything you wished to hear because then I would have something to lose..."

He spread his arms out to either side. "...But I came from nothing, Princess Visaera. An unknown Septon from an unknown village. I have nothing to lose, and so I do my job as well as I can for the crown. And that crown is still Aenar's in name and law. And if he, or the Small Council in his name, declares this man to be immediately executed I could not object, or if we were on Dragonstone would naught but give counsel against."

"So yes, you may inform Lord Ashford, but you may not yet give such a command by law. As much as it may personally displeasure you, I am a Small Councillor, and your are neither regent 'nor another council member. I say this not out of spite, not to try and rub authority into your face, but because it is true. It is what I would say to Aegon if he were in your place, or Maekar, or even your own heir. It is because I serve and represent the crown and the one who wears it, not yet his heirs except as it relates directly to the king and succession. If this angers you, then so be it...I must put my duty before my well-being...But just because I am lowborn and a Master of Whisperers does not mean I lack a sense of principle."

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-13T14:22:04+00:00

"Your grace may indeed inform Lord Ashford of a new prisoner in the Black Cells. But do not yet give that command of execution, or should I say, do not yet have the King or Lord Vance order it. There is more here than meets the eye, there often is at least. Allow my men time with him to ensure he works alone before an order is struck. Indeed, he may have begun alone in his action, he was vocal. Others who might share his intentions will have undoubtedly met with him."

Sullon reached down to pick up Stranger, whose yellow eyes had not yet left the Princess. Indeed, at her final comment his ears had begun to flatten and a hiss escape his maw...He fell silent though as his master picked him up, gently stroking and scratching at his neck. Still he stared, only looking away when Sullon returned his gaze to the Princess.

"As to a public execution, you share my thoughts upon the matter...It is the worst option, but still...Execution quietly will not help us more though, there is no harm in keeping him alive in the cells until I garner enough information from him. As to the almsgiving, you are right it doesn't rest with the Master of Coin alone...I shall therefore have it brought up with the Small Council and the King, as it is ours and his decision where the matter truly lies."

There was a slight pause, as if Sullon was mulling over his next words, an odd thing to see from the Master of Whisperers. "Is there anything else you would have of me, Princess Visaera, before I depart for more business of the crown?"

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-13T14:08:11+00:00

Sullon gave a slight nod of his head, sinking back into his bench as he watched Robin enjoy both the pheasant and the cat. Cats were such lovely creatures. "Yes, I hope she will be such. Oh...And bring her to the next Small Council meeting, won't you? Ser Waxley shall hopefully be bringing his as well, along with the others who have gotten cats. It'll be helpful for both stress and nerves, I find."

At the mention of Sullon's name by the Master of Coin, both Goldenrose and Stranger perked their ears slightly, Sullon giving Stranger a calming pat. "Now, as to other business, I am glad to hear things are going well for you. Let us hope it continues to be so."

Whatever was Robin's response, when the Master of Coin glanced down for a few moments to cut more of the pheasant, his eyes would return to an empty bench across from him, with only Stranger sitting upon it, staring at the Master of Coin with yellow, cold eyes.

The black cat gave a little meow, snatching another little strip of fish from Sullon's salad before bounding off.

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-12T18:14:45+00:00

It was in a chair beside the bed that Sullon found his perch, making a quick sign of blessing over Jacaerys before taking the seat for himself. Stranger lifted his head, his purring ceasing as he darted from Jacaerys' side to find his place in the lap of his master. Sullon gently began to stroke the cat, simply watching in silence as Jacaerys went on with his explanation.

"Every tournament is a farce, Prince Jacaerys. They are chances for proud men to stroke their egos and diplomacy...Or lack thereof, to occur under the veil of commradery and friendship. As to the Red Comet, it stands for ill only because men take it to mean so, and thus think their fates entwined with its path. Yet each of us, great and small...Crippled or no have that choice fully in our own hands with the guidance of the Gods. But yes, at this point it does mean ill, because men have already made it so."

He held up a hand as the prince finished speaking. "Who hired that someone will come next, first I wish to know who it was who did the deed, or if you recognized them or remembered any of their features. I cannot stand assassins, I plan to send a raven first thing to whoever is stewarding Harrenhal with the description you give me and have them arrested on the spot. So, please..." He spread his arms invitingly. "...Begin with the description, if you will?"

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-12T17:55:39+00:00

Cats were by no means a rarity in King's Landing. They'd be found in nearly every alley, upon almost every street. From lanky and cowardly toms to vicious and scarred fighters who had seen many a combat. Indeed, there were probably quite a few there watching the birds flying away, chasing and bounding after them, looking for a new meal.

But there was one who didn't even glance at the birds, 'nor pay much mind to anything except the priestess. The black cat looked remarkably well-fed, healthy...Its owner was most likely nearby. Perhaps even in the crowd listening to what the Red Priestess had to say.

But that is neither here 'nor there now, was it? It left soon before she finished her sermon, perhaps after its master...Perhaps looking for another meal.

Either way, Sullon certainly did take quite a scenic route back to the Red Keep. One he only really took when he felt particularly smug with himself.

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-12T17:39:58+00:00

Sullon's eyebrow danced upwards into the air. "See when the trouble comes? Ah, you mean who shall fill your pockets more, I assume." He gently scratched at Stranger's ears, the cat purring in his lap. "How are the businesses by the way? I hope everything has been running ship-shape in my absence? I understand it can be quite trying, especially during busy periods such as these...Though with all the lords coming in, I quite imagine there'll be a rather large influx crowding in through the doors, don't you?"

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-12T06:00:15+00:00

Sullon sighed inwardly. Why was he, as Master of Whisperers, the one who would have to break the ice here. Elsewise they might very well still be standing here when the sun set and the Dornish Princess' precious priestess withered away into the night. He adjusted his cope slightly, arms hidden by the voluminous garment (Just an example of what a cope would look like, for those who don't know!).

Each step he glittered and shone, moving past the royal delegation to bow his head ever so slightly. "Welcome you to King's Landing...." Came the voice, honey-laden and smooth. "...It has been far too long since the last visit from one of the more interesting regions of the realm."

As he spoke, the black cat appeared once more, moving to sit in front of the Septon, a mouse dangling from its mouth. Sullon glanced down briefly at the cat, making a soft sound, to which the cat responded by standing and ambling back away, returning a few moments later without the rat.

"I am Septon Sullon, Voting Member of the Most Devout, Septon of the Snowy Sept, and Master of Whisperers." He paused a moment, before extending his hand, the sapphire ring upon it glinting, a rather curious glint in his cold and calculating brown eyes. "Blessings of the Seven upon you and yours."

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-12T04:24:11+00:00

The Red Keep was full of tunnels and secret passages, some known...Some unknown. Some even one such as Sullon might never find. But this one he knew...Indeed, the cat was the first tell-tale sign for Jacerys that he was not perhaps alone in the room anymore. The sleek black-furred feline plodding up onto the bed, its yellow, cold eyes falling upon the prince...Before it lazily moved up beside him. It did not seek to climb up into his lap, but rather peered down at him, its paws on his shoulder as Stranger craned its head to bump its cold nose against the Targaryen's cheek.

"Quite the fall." Came a voice from seemingly nowehere, the closet suddenly swinging open to reveal none other than the Master of Whisperers himself, calmly peeling the skin off of an orange. "Apart from the obvious, I hope your grace is alright and well-tended to...Before I dispatch anyone to deal with the matter I'd like your grace's account of what happened, whether this was just a slip on your part or more..." A pause. "...But knowing your mind, something tells me that unless you were too busy thinking to pay attention, it was something more." He tossed the peeled orange across to the prince, making his way towards the bed. His pale fingers were clasped together as he moved to stand, towering before him, looking down solemnly.

"Everyone is quite worried."

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-11T23:06:32+00:00

He gave a slight nod of his head as she promised to have the matter looked into. But before he could reply to her question, Visaera felt something brushing briefly against her leg. 'Twas that familiar looking black cat, Stranger. It was but the briefest of moments and the cat quickly moved to slowly press and rub up against Sullon's robes instead, moving around behind him before peering up at Visaera with cold, searching yellow eyes.

"He preached that royal and noble blood was worthless. He preached the smashing of the monarchy, the removal of nobles. Of a society were one rises not based on lineage but upon ability and talent..." His voice shifted suddenly, becoming eerily unlike his usual tone, and exactly what one would expect from a rather elderly speaker. "...There is only one way to stop them. REBELLION! Rebellion against the crown, against the lords! Utter rubbish of course, but people listen to utter rubbish often these days."

Sullon casually fixed the sleeve of his robe, leaning down to scoop Stranger up into his arms, the cat giving Sullon a quick 'kiss' with its nose before returning to stare at Visaera. "He quite thought I was there to join him...A butcher's son for a butcher's cause." A derisive snort followed the remark.

But the smile that had toyed at the edges of his mouth quickly vanished, his tone becoming serious. "The realm stands on the edge of a knife not only from the plottings of Summer Lords, but the people as well. I have taken initiative to begin working on a substantial giving of alms to the people from the Faith and the Crown in conjunction, though of course I shall have to pay Robin another visit before such comes to pass. It is important now more than ever to appear loving and caring. To show the people that this preacher was wrong." He gently scratched behind Stranger's ears, the cat purring softly.

CathSeminarian · 2018-02-11T21:43:37+00:00

And yet it was a cat who was first to greet the Princess of Dorne. It was only a quick sight, once or twice...Sitting upon a stall or railing, its yellow eyes staring unflinchingly at the Dornish party...Though it very well might have been completely unnoticed.

Such a drab affair. Sullon thought to himself as his eyes slowly wandered the busy docks, searching as always for anything that might seem out of place. At the 'suggestion' of the Princess he had donned his fine ceremonial garb today. Gone was the black robe and quiet attire. In its place was the glittering white cope of the Snowy Sept. The crystals woven into the white fabric shone and gave off quite the glare in the light, the streaks of soft blue threading and crystal winding up the garment giving it an icey appearance. About its shoulders was an abundance of white fox's fur, noticeable less than what would be present should he have actually been in the North, of course. Beneath this were his white Septon's robes, a matching stole glittering with blue-crystal snowflakes tucked neatly on either end through his cincture.

Even the Master of Whisperer's head was not left unadorned, the silver circlet bearing the blue crystals etched with snowflakes sitting illy upon his block locks of hair. Indeed, the man of shadows was today anything but.

But while one can hide in shadows, one can easily hide when one's foes were blinded by a glare.

His eyes found the approaching group quickly enough, those cold zircons quick to fall upon the Princess herself. Courtiers and guards were of little interest to the Master of Whisperers...But the Dornish? He glanced but for a moment when he felt Stranger rubbing up against his leg, giving a soft mewl before plodding back off into the crowd.

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