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Post by The Gambler on Jun 18, 2016 7:08:07 GMT
"None have said anything, other than the occasional jibe from out Lord Commander, but they glare," Corbray replied. "I can feel it."
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Post by Ser Richard on Jun 18, 2016 15:53:27 GMT
"Distressing" he says "Yet in some ways understandable. I am sorry that such a chasm has opened in this noble brotherhood. All of them are so opposed to you?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 18, 2016 18:09:50 GMT
"It is not so grim as that," Ser Gwayne assured him. "Arguably, the Kingsguard has never comprised of so many capable swords, though our sworn charge could likely best the lot of us. Reyne is a true knight and Ambrose as well. And despite the rough edges of our Lord Commander, he is arguably more worthy of the white cloak than any man who has ever been deemed fit to wear it."
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Post by Ser Richard on Jun 18, 2016 18:48:34 GMT
"That is good then" said Richard "With how the kingdoms have been torn apart, we must be a example and prove our worthiness to this position. In the city right now we are hated."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 19, 2016 0:36:57 GMT
"We do not wear the cloak to be loved or hated," Ser Gwayne replied. "If you desired your white cloak for praise, I tell you now that you will be sorely disappointed, brother."
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Post by Ser Richard on Jun 19, 2016 1:52:00 GMT
"I wear this cloak to serve" Richard said mildly "And nothing more. But our order has existed for 200 years, and the reputation of the White Tower has always been respected and praised. That reputation now rests on our shoulders, and I would not be the one to break that."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 19, 2016 14:30:02 GMT
"A servant should not concern himself with politics," the blind knight replied. "Serve ably and your fears will not come to pass."
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Post by Ser Richard on Jun 19, 2016 16:40:11 GMT
"Yes, you are right" Richard agreed "I am new to this, and I fear I may overthink these things sometimes. However, one area that I do know I need work, especially when compared to my brothers, is in combat. I would be behooved if you would spar with me sometime."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 19, 2016 18:08:30 GMT
"I only draw my sword when I draw blood now," he replied, shaking his head. "Speak to the Lord Commander. He trained His Grace after all."
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Post by Ser Richard on Jun 19, 2016 18:23:48 GMT
"I will have to ask him. If I may say so Ser, you are a strange, but excellent knight. If you have any need of me, I would be happy to oblige you. Even if it is just to talk. The days are long." Richard says with a small smile.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 19, 2016 18:39:53 GMT
"These are strange times, Ser. It is only fitting," he replied simply. "Do your duty Ser Richard. You cannot do more and you should never wish to do less."
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Post by Ser Richard on Jun 20, 2016 22:50:08 GMT
Richard nods at that and sits in silence for some time, his eyes closed. It was quiet, and stillness was a welcome thing to the weary man.
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Post by The Raven on Aug 15, 2016 10:48:39 GMT
***
Around the shield-shaped table, the Kingsguard ate their breakfast. Black Byren Flowers was telling a dirty joke not fit for posting on Proboards. Even Gareth the Grey cracked a smile, while the normally quiet Aubrey Ambrose broke out laughing. Robb Reyne was finishing his sausage with just a thimble of wine.
Fireball had a board and chalk in hand as he plotted the day's schedule. "Reyne, you're with Daemon Number Two. I think he's spending the day with the Grand Maester. By the way, Flowers, you're unofficially banned from the laboratory after that stunt last week."
"It was a simple mistake!" Moaned the bastard. "I thought I smelled wildfire!"
"Well, now you can smell the wildflowers. Calla is looking after her garden."
He snorted. "It's the middle of winter, and that thing will still bloom before she does."
The Lord Commander gave him a hard look until Byren bowed his head. "She'll be safe, Ser."
Fireball turned to the rest. "Gareth, you're with Daena and the Queen. I think they're seeing a play today."
Robb spoke up. "It's a Pentoshi tragedy. About a noblewoman who falls in love with a magister's son, but is kidnapped by her wicked uncle and forced to live in a great tower, where she goes mad from the separation. The special effects for her various delusions are quite spectacular."
Everyone stared at him for a moment. "They're a respected troupe. They've performed in Lannisport, White Harbor, and Gulltown. They once entertained the Sealord of Braavos when he visited King's Landing."
More silence. Reyne returned to his breakfast. "I am surrounded by savages."
Fireball chuckled, before looking at Richard. "You and Ambrose are with the crown princes. They've been meaning to go hunting. Don't let them. Don't order them not to, but don't let them leave the city. Take them to a farce or a brothel, or teach them how to joust. Something."
He looked at Ser Gwayne, who did not look at him. "I'm giving archery lessons to the other boys. That leaves you with the King today. Daemon is meeting with some dusky prince from the Summer Isles. If he dismisses you early, come find me. Now fly away, my ugly ducklings."
They stood up and began making their way to the door, collecting their helmets and weapons. Ser Aubrey, who was a year older than Robb but still seemed the youngest, greeted Richard. "How fare you, Ser?"
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