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Post by Maester Percival on May 31, 2016 20:20:52 GMT
Percival took a finger and ran it along the chains circling around his neck. He let the words of the song roll over him and contemplated hanging himself to make the music stop. His lips pursed into a frown that seemed quite at home on his face.
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Post by Boros on May 31, 2016 20:21:01 GMT
Violet bit her lip. "I'm sure Belric is most grateful for your forbearance, uncle. But it's just a few words and prayers and then there will be the feast. There were a few girls at the motherhouse who didn't much care for the gods. All they had to do was sing and pretend to pray and nobody was any the wiser." "Just ain' givin' 'em me monee, aight?" Hoster said nodding and turned just in time to see the fat bastard starting his speech. It's as they say "When in King's Landing, you do it like a Kinglsander", so he bowed his head just like the rest of the crowd while the High Speton spoke his prayer. In truth, he had to make an effort to contain a laugh for when they started to sing: not only it was a ridiculous thing to do, some pathtic weakling was crying by it's end. What was wrong with these people.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2016 20:26:39 GMT
Seeing as her uncle Richard decided to ignore her last question Alice turned to the late - arriving Dacey and smiled at her. When the music began she sang along happily, her high soprano clear and beautiful.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on May 31, 2016 20:29:29 GMT
Violet was about to gently tell Hoster that none of the septons had asked for his money yet the ceremony was beginning. She let the words of the song flow over her and joined in the singing. She had been trained by the septas and acquitted herself well during the song.
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Post by Vex on May 31, 2016 20:32:20 GMT
Dacey acknowledged her younger sister with a nod, but was too horrified by the scene to return anyone's smile at this point. She kept a straight face, though figured she would need at least an hour of atoning in the godswood for every minute spent at this shitshow.
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on May 31, 2016 20:32:24 GMT
Yoren blinked and looked towards Willis, before he smiled and spoke up, "I was wishing my friend Belric good luck. He's so lucky, getting to be a lord and all. But Harrenhal's a dangerous place..." He said, seeing no problem in telling this man what he was talking about, "In fact, I'm gonna ask him if I can serve as his knight. I'd like to watch his back and keep 'em out of trouble." he said with a smile before he stuck out his hand to the man.
"I'm Yoren, from Donnelwood. Nice to meet ya." He said with a friendly smile on his face.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on May 31, 2016 20:39:53 GMT
"Willis, from nowhere in particular," he replied, taking Yoren's hand. "Sounds like we'll be seeing plenty of each other. I'm Belric's cousin, but a bit too distant to be up there with the fancy folk. I'm sure he'll take you up on your offer - always room in Harrenhal for another knight or two."
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on May 31, 2016 20:43:16 GMT
"I hear that castle can fit 100 towns and still not be crowded." Yoren said with a laugh as he gave a nod to the man, "I never knew Belric had such a big family. I didn't even know half of these people were related to him." He said, surprised at how many cousins, brothers, and bastard relatives were in the blackfort family.
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Post by Barley on May 31, 2016 20:43:35 GMT
At the people behind her talking, she glanced round at the people rudely talking while she was being married.if this was how her new family thought was proper behaviour, then things were even worse than she imagined.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on May 31, 2016 20:44:19 GMT
Belric watched as his soon-to-be wife walked from the back of the sept to the steps of the alter. He could see her distain in his eyes, and a for a moment felt very foolish to be standing so expectantly. This girl had expected a prince, yet was given a dog; something Belric was quickly becoming aware of.
During the war, Daemon spoke often of his sister. He told stories of her stubbornness, her intelligence, and her beauty. Perhaps the king had been plotting the marriage all along, stringing Belric along with tales of her worthiness. In truth however, Belric had never even considered the idea that he, the slayer of Bryden Rivers, would not be worthy of her.
His attention was quickly redirected to the sound of the High Septom's voice. The size of the man was finally making sense to Belric. How else was a man to find the air required to sing so well? By the end of the song, Belric had to shimmy away from the lord to his right, whom was crying like an undisciplined child. Looking to his family for support, Belric only found bowed heads.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on May 31, 2016 20:50:24 GMT
Willis noticed the bride looking around, but thought nothing of it. No way could she hear them all the way at the back of the sept, with that fat fuck septon shouting songs about gods right next to her. Instead he replied to Yoren,
"Good fortune has a way of bringin' out distant kin lookin' for handouts. Me included, I suppose, though that's a little different. Didn't know shit about the family till I met Belric in the war. Was about to pick a fight with him for stealing my sigil, till we figured out we's blood."
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Post by Vex on May 31, 2016 20:51:18 GMT
Dacey caught Belric's eye and shook her head slowly and deliberately, a single corner of her mouth twitching slightly.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on May 31, 2016 20:53:59 GMT
Belric, looking back at his sister, gave a small shrug as if to say, "Well... too late now."
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Post by The Raven on May 31, 2016 20:59:18 GMT
Afterwards, the fat man at the shrine was silent for a moment, before producing a small scroll from his sleeve. "That, my friends, was the speech and hymn suggested by my old friend Grand Maester Alford. I say old because Alford Hightower is indeed an ancient cocksucker, and a friend when I thought honesty was a requirement for his position."
The crowd burst into shocked gasps, the poxy lord swearing loudly in the Great Sept. "And now I will read my own speech, with words that are neither blasphemous nor treasonous." Noone made a move to silence the High Septon. Who comes armed into the Great Sept of Baelor on a wedding day, and who would chastise him?
"I have been High Septon for thirty years now. My predecessor had the dishonor of anointing Aegon the Unworthy, perhaps the worst king to ever sit the Iron Throne. We've had weak weak kings and cruel kings and grasping kings, but never did we have one practice so much willful misrule. And I would wager no one in this room would argue otherwise... if gambling were not a sin." Many laughed at that line, except for those still in dismay at the 'cocksucker' line. "Indeed, the notion that Daemon could be a worse king than Aenys and Maegor and Aegon the Second is an unlikely. I spent much of the past week conversing with the young man. He appears competent and intelligent. Honorable even. Honorable kings are rare, except perhaps in the North, where there is little to scheme over in the first place. No offense intended to any guests from that kingdom, of course."
"NONE TAKEN!" Bellowed a man marked as a member of House Reed. More laughter.
"My predecessor weeped as Aegon's appetites devoured the realm. When the crystal crown passed to me, it became my turn to weep. And then... he died. It is not becoming of any septon, much less the High Septon, to celebrate the death of a monarch. But to be perfectly honest, I thanked the Stranger and ran all around this room singing songs not fit for ecclesiastical use. I was in much better shape then, of course. And now I will tell you something I have told no one. I quite liked Daeron. He was thoughtful, intelligent, possessing years of experience in the Small Council. Yes, he was a child of incest, but I did not hold that against him. It was not a sin of his choosing. And when it came time to wed, he sought a alliance that would have ended thousands of years of feuding. And after a lifetime of battling the wickedness of his father's reign, I could think of no better king. Just imagine. During all that time, he never turned to kinslaying, though the people might forgive him. Even after being saddled with a hundred bastards by his wretched father, he was patient and kind and generous with them. And do you know? If he had taken the crown by force, I think we would have loved him for it. How many here know what it is to have your mothers and sisters and daughters taken in the night by Aegon? Don't raise your hands. I can see by your faces too clearly the answer. Now... if Daeron could practice such honor and decency in the face of such calumny... then what excuse does House Blackfyre have for even existing?" The silence seemed as though it might last forever, and just as it seemed that King Daemon, who had borne all this with a polite smile, might speak up, the fat man gave a loud clap and changed course.
"Enough of that. Your Grace, I understand you are giving the first bride away. Stand hither if you will, dear. My lord Blackfort, please stand right here."
The actual ceremony was not long, and relatively uneventful. Lord Belric did not drop the cloak, thereby costing Fireball fifty silver on a wager with his kingt. The old Stormlady inspired some laughter by immediately kissing her trophy husband upon receiving the cloak. For his part, he bore it with dignity, likely thinking of his new castle and all the pretty wenches there he might enjoy in a few short years, if even that.
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Post by Barley on May 31, 2016 21:06:35 GMT
How dare the fat man insult Grand Maester Alford. As if this wedding was not enough of a farce as it was... The high Shelton just had to... She did not know what. This was the worst day of hers in recent memory.
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