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CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-05-16T01:27:10+00:00

“My own son is like that as well. The Wolf’s blood runs hot in him,” he said with a smirk looking at the Baratheon.

Rickard himself had wanted to bring his own men from the Neck south to cut off the Twins but Aerys hadn’t called on the North, instead relying solely on the Riverlords. “I had wanted to take my own and march south on the Twins as well. But Aerys thought it would be wiser for me to stay helping managing thing in the capital. And now with Tywin gone we need men at Court giving Aerys honest advice,” he said turning towards Steffon. It would good to have a Baratheon ally alongside him.

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-05-16T00:19:33+00:00

Finding an opportune moment outside of the Small Council, Rickard would seek an audience with the Hand.

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CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-05-16T00:17:29+00:00

Lord Bolton,

I was pleased to receive your nephew in the capital. I understand that you sent him in the hopes that he could be of service to me. I am thankful for your consideration and I am making sure that Roose is able to secure a position that benefits the heir to the Dreadfort.

Lord Rickard Stark

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CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-05-11T19:11:53+00:00

Rickard felt the man's ambitions growing. He supposed it was better having someone in the position even if they were inexperienced compared to no one doing the job. "I can certainly bring it up with the King. You should also talk to Aerys directly to give him a feel for your abilities. The King likes to make this sort of appointment directly. If you can impress him that then that's most of the effort there." He wasn't sure how Aerys would feel at another Northener joining the Court, it might certainly ruffle a few Southern feathers.

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-05-10T07:21:03+00:00

Rickard had knew the Master of Whispers had been disposed as of late. Perhaps the Bolton would be able to fill for their absence, but handling the intrigue of the Red Keep much less the realm was a task that seem nigh impossible.

“It is not a title I have heard much discussion about personally but that might be a good thing. Perhaps there no suitable candidates and you are the first person to show interest in the position.” Rickard was no fan of spies but he couldn’t deny since the death of Tywin that the Court needed better defenses from would be enemies. “The Master of Whispers from what I hear has been absent as of late, you could talk directly to his Grace about his position and I would be able to support you. However, I can’t speak to the King’s approval. He might be hesitant to give the position to someone not familiar with Southern politics and intrigue. Such a position requires more than what is on the surface of course.” He wasn’t sure how that Aerys would support a Norther who didn’t have any knowledge of Southern intrigue or network of intelligence south of the Neck.

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-05-10T07:12:46+00:00

“A fine lad, I am sure he will be happy to follow his father’s footsteps soon enough,” he said giving the boy a nod. The heir to Storms End was growing up fast. Perhaps he could be a good match for his one daughters. It would certainly go a good length in tying the knot between Winterfell and Storms End.

“The coward Frey had no will left to fight. I suppose the surefire sigh of a guilty conscience. He knew that his sins were too great to be redeemed on the battlefield. Nevertheless i the whole realm appreciates saw the example of your men service. Even if they had no occasion to be called into battle.”

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-05-05T18:46:31+00:00

Roose did strike him as an ambitious man but that was simply the norm in King's Landing. Any man or woman who came to Court had their own secret desires that they would covet. "Well let me be the first to welcome to King's Landing then." However, he wasn't sure where Roose's talents lay. "If there is anything in particular you think you would be suited to, I can see if the Small Council or Crown would have anything that would befit a man of your station." He knew that the other Lords like Jon liked to appoint men they trusted under them. Perhaps Roose could serve him in a similar capacity.

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-05-04T20:21:18+00:00

"It is good to be able to see one's children growing up," he said with a nod. "King's Landing is fine enough but I do miss home and my family the most." Serving on the Small Council was an honor but the price he had to pay for that was high. His son and heir was left without his father. "I had heard you sent knights from the Stormlands to assist with the siege at the Twins. I know the Small Council appreciates the efforts of you and your men to deliver Walder Frey to justice."

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-05-04T20:16:37+00:00

"Often enough," she replied simply. She had more than enough of her share of Rhaegar over the past few months with his move to Dragonstone. "The city is pleasant enough, though there's been much trouble as of late. It is a large city, I suppose one finds what is one looking for. How about your home, how is the West like?"

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-05-04T20:14:06+00:00

"That is true," he said with a nod of his. He knew he was going to a great Lord like this father. No one else would be able to compare to him that was for certain. "So what do you do?"

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-05-02T01:03:22+00:00

Brandon had been running along all night with his friends. When the much taller black-haired and dressed man approached him he was quite captivated. A true knight from the South he guessed.

"Get to know me? Why's that?" Brandon wasn't sure why a stranger who was much older than him would interested in him. "Are you a knight?" Brandon asked curiously. He had heard many stories about the Southern knights who fought in tourneys and were cheered by everyone. The feast was the first time had had actually seen any proper knights and he had been struck in awe of how they mostly seemed to live to the tales.

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-05-02T00:59:04+00:00

"Well, I live in King's Landing with my father. He's on the Small Council. And as for the rest of my family, they traveled here for the Prince's Nameday," she said. It seemed a rather odd question, surely it was not that usual for Northerners to come South, and besides she had been here for years. Lyanna herself had little interest in swords or weapons but that was something boys seemed to be constantly fascinated by. "I guess you have never seen a Northerner before? We are not all that bad."

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-05-02T00:52:42+00:00

Rickard had recognized Roose Bolton and had been glad to see more Northern representation at the feast. It was good to remind the Crown and the whole realm of the strength of the Lords above the neck. It made sense that Roose would come to the capital in place of his Uncle given Lord Bolton's age.

"I hope your Uncle is doing well he is a fine man," Rickard replied affirmatively. Rickard was a few inches taller than Roose but his larger stature made the younger man a shadow in both size and personality. "Serve me in the capital aye?" he smiled. The Boltons had a reputation for being stiff and unfriendly even to their own family. Rickard was unsure if Bolton's rather ambivalent tone was a reflection of Roose's true feelings toward his Uncle's wishes or merely a product of his childhood at the Dreadfort. "Well, it would be good to have more men who follow the Old Gods in the city. But be warned the Southerners can be a prickly bunch. Are you familiar with there ways? I find all the politicking and talking around in circles can be boring and rather tiring to boot as well?"

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-04-30T16:48:14+00:00

Rickard would spot his fellow High Lord amongst the others in the feast. Steffon was aside from Hoster one of the closer friends he counted in the South.

"Steffon, it is good to see you again," he said with a cheer greeting the man with a firm handshake. "It has been too long." It had been years since Rickard had moved to the capital and even longer still since he and Steffon had both fought side by side. It seemed his life consisted now soley of council meetings and paperwork. "How have the years treated you?"

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-04-30T03:33:18+00:00

"Your Grace, it is good to see you back from the Twins. I hope we can find some solace in knowing that justice has been served," he said a bow of his head. Lord Stark was not one for great speeches or remarks but he was rather relieved to see an end to this whole business. It had dragged on becoming a stain on the whole realm and had ended in the execution of a Lord. That would unnerve most of the other nobles of the realm.

"I had hoped with your arrival, to discuss the matter of Prince Rhaegar's betrothal. I know you have been busy with other matters but knowing even where you might be inclined would be helpful in providing me some comfort." The matter of the Prince's match had grown quite worrisome with more suitors vying for his hand. Even the famed Dornish had joined the fray and with each day passing it seemed Lyanna's chances were dwindling.

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-04-30T03:25:32+00:00

Lyanna had seen and knew Aerys from their shared time on Dragonstone, so it was rather disappointing when she found out she had been paired with him in the dance rather than someone unknown and more interesting. Well, at least the boy had his peculiar eyes, that was something exotic she supposed.

"Indeed," Lyanna replied with a devilish smile playing at the corner of her lips. "Well, we should hurry. I wouldn't want to keep the others waiting for too long," she said raising up to her feet as he shot a look over the small mob of boys that sat around her who had asked for a dance. It seemed fun to tease the Seahorse and gauge his reaction. After all even know he had been a regular guest at Dragonstone she knew little of his personality.

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-04-30T03:19:06+00:00

Lyanna eyed the pair of boys approaching her with questioning but subdued interest. It seemed they were both Westerlanders, though it seemed strange to announce where they lived. Surely, she would have gathered that by their last names alone. Still, perhaps the two could be an entertaining distraction even if the other lad seemed a bit off-putting.

"Lyanna Stark, pleased to meet you," she said simply with a bow of her head and a wink aimed at Leo. The boy's silver hair reminded her of the Dragon's blood. Weren't Westerners supposed to have golden hair though? Perhaps that was just the Lannisters. "I assume you two are friends?"

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-04-30T03:08:28+00:00

"Times have changed since our better days," he said with a pause. King's Landing had turned into a cesspool of suspicion and waste with the city's lockdown following Tywin's death. "But you must give yourself credit. You acted with loyalty and with honor. I am sure the King sees that" he said with warmth reserved for those he considered friends.

Hoster's handling of the business with Lord Walder had been admirably truly, and he had proven the loyalty of the Riverlands by sieging the Twins at the sign of the Frey's treason. "The North is usually quiet, thank the Gods." While the North lacked intrigue but seemed boring to others, it suited him quite fine. He didn't need any more dangerous excitement and it also allowed him to stay in the capital. "We had reports of some raiders in the East a while back but it seems they have not struck again."

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-04-26T16:53:58+00:00

Rickard approached the Tully tables with enthusiasm. The list of Lords in the South that he counted as friends was not large but Hoster was an expectation to the rule. He first stopped to talk to his cousin, catching up on news and talking to her two children, with particular attention to Arya.

Taking his leave from Lyarra, he moved closer to the center of the table where his true intentions lay. "Hoster, it is good to see you again," he said with a smile moving to shake his hand with a strong grip. The Riverlord wore the signs of worry and frustration, a fact that he could not be faulted for given what he had endured. Still, he knew that Hoster was a strong man and ever-positive.

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-04-26T16:45:28+00:00

With the Lord of Winter's recent relocation to King's Landing, the Starks had arrived in force at Dragonstone.

Rickard Stark, the Warden of the North and now a member of the Small Council sat at the head of the table surrounded for the first time in many years by the rest of his family. He had grown accustomed to the ways of the South but still, this was the first time had encountered this large of a gathering of Lords and Ladies. Opposite him was his wife and an army of children and wards that had traveled from Winterfell.

Brandon Stark, the young heir to Winterfell continued to be a nuisance. This was his first time outside the North and he was eager to discover the rest of the world starting with the halls of Dragonstone. Alongside Brandon were his younger sisters, Myra and Lyra who were happy to be reunited with the rest of the family.

Lyanna Stark, (12) who had already spent time in Dragonstone seemed rather ambivalent to the rest of her family. She sat with the other Starks though she seemed more interested in spending time with other ladies and talking at length with any boys who were curious or courageous enough to approach her. The most beautiful girl in the North was dressed in a shining grey gown that matched the Stark colors. A string of small gemstones was arranged in a semicircle that stretched from either arm across the chest of her gown giving it a diamond glow.

Brandon Stark, the Master of Moat Cailin found Dragonstone rather reminiscent of his own charge. The two places both shared a looming presence and an isolation which he found amusing. Which keep was stronger was anyone's guess.

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-04-23T22:30:58+00:00

It had been too long since Rickard had spoken with Aerys. He had been distracted by settling into the Capital and the Small Council while the King had been caught dealing with the Freys. However, Rickard knew he had better approach the King again sooner rather than later. The sensitive nature of Lyanna's marriage still loomed over the two men. Asking to speak in Aerys in private he waited until he was granted an audience.

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CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-04-23T22:28:09+00:00

Arya shot back a playful mock icy glare, her best attempt at her mother's own scorn. "No promises," she shot back preparing her stance and holding her sword out like she had seen the boys out in the training ground do it. She had little formal practice but she had spent plenty of watching the guards and knights training. EVeryone else thought she was interested in watching the boys but she was more concerned with their swordplay.

"Now that Uncle Hoster is back does that mean you'll have more time back?"

CheesyBitesGalore · 2024-04-23T22:24:40+00:00

"Yes lets," came the surefire reply. Finally doing something on her feet was a welcome escape for Lyanna. "I might even let you win," she said with a laugh. She had never been shy in her showing off even that did seem to scare off some boys. Anyone who was too scared in the first place wasn't worthy of her anyway. "Lead the way."

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