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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 5, 2016 21:38:01 GMT
Violet shrieked in horror and grabbed a nearby napkin, doing her best to clean things up. She felt quite sick, but she believed that it was her duty to try and mend matters before beating a retreat. Her eyes stung and she blinked to stop the tears.
"Oh, my lord, I'm so sorry," she cried. "It was an accident. As I said, I am not at all used to courtly events. Oh please, forgive me. I am so sorry, truly I am."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 5, 2016 21:43:16 GMT
The Master of Coin actually shoved her back as her napkin served to only smear the ink on the pages.
"Haven't you done enough?" he snapped, taking up the soaked vellum. She had likely cost him hours of work.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 5, 2016 21:46:17 GMT
She squealed as he pushed her away and promptly burst into tears. She abandoned her plate and her drink and looked for a dark corner to hide in.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 5, 2016 22:30:24 GMT
///after the fun, Nyles enters the Great Hall, looking about. Being a squire had already been quite an experience, but he wasn't sure if he liked or loathed it.
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Post by The Raven on Jun 6, 2016 4:24:27 GMT
Nyles received almost immediate attention from the servants upon being recognized as the King's squire. A dark haired girl with a thick King's Landing accent lead him to a table and promised hot stew would be served very soon.
Nearby sat the Master of Laws, Lord Joffrey Hightower, who seemed intent on terrorizing a piece of mutton. He had yet to give evidence he knew Nyles had ever existed, despite his increasingly regular meetings with the King. Beside him sat the Grand Maester and Lord Arnold Reyne. Old Alford afforded Nyles a pleasant smile. Reyne asked an unheard question, and turned towards the squire.
Suddenly, the Westerner was standing and signaling for the young man to approach. "Come hither, boy! I should like a word with you!"
Hightower made no effort to hide his annoyance.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 6, 2016 8:56:34 GMT
Nyles hops up and walks over in a swift but unhurried fashion. He gives his courtesies. "My lord," he said. "I hope you're well today."
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Post by The Raven on Jun 6, 2016 16:32:30 GMT
Reyne pointed to the seat besides him. "Sit! The stew will find you! And it will be better for our company!" The red lord, like his son Robb, had been a professional knight in his time as well, and was much fitter than his companions. "Though perhaps not literally..." Hightower was losing patience with his food. "These people have served me horse! I know it!" "This isn't Oldtown, Joffrey..." Chided his uncle. "Well, it damn well will be when I'm finished!" He pushed the mutton towards Nyles. "Have at it, boy. Maybe your teeth are stronger." ![](https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/bf/48/02/bf4802199b4e3a958b00f65b8ca96c70.jpg)
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 6, 2016 16:39:10 GMT
God damn he always met the weirdos. Nyles tries eating the mutton. No matter how it tastes he humors the man. "Probably horse," he agreed. "I'd suggest finding some new cooks. The Small Council deserves better cuisine."
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Post by The Raven on Jun 6, 2016 17:05:09 GMT
Reyne laughed. "The boy is right. You should get new cooks."
Hightower gave him a hard look. "No, you pampered fool, it's not the cooks, it's this bloody famine. This isn't your Manse where you have veal shipped from Pentos, this the Red Keep where everything was wasted on that silly wedding."
Then he looked at Nyles. "You. You're Smallfolk, or were last week. What did you eat most of the time? Was it beef? Chicken? Potatoes? What?"
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 6, 2016 19:18:55 GMT
Nyles smiled politely as he debated the man's soon to be unexpected demise. "Mostly potatoes and turnips and chickens or mutton," he said. "Any wild game we could find while foraging."
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Post by The Raven on Jun 6, 2016 19:52:57 GMT
"Do you see?" Hightower slapped the table to emphasize his point "Smallfolk are eating better than the people in this city!"
The girl arrived with his bowl of hot stew. Despite Hightower's protests, it smelled better than anything he remembered in the past few years.
Reyne ignored him and turned to Nyles. "Forget him. He's a pennypincher and a worrywort. Has to run everything like a mummer's performance. You're Bruce Blackfort's youngest, aren't you? I remember you running around at Redgrass."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 6, 2016 20:43:47 GMT
"I am," Nyles said. He knew of the red lions but little enough of the man himself. "It was a loud and wild day," he said. "The slaughter should have ended the war that day."
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Post by The Raven on Jun 6, 2016 21:01:02 GMT
"I am," Nyles said. He knew of the red lions but little enough of the man himself. "It was a loud and wild day," he said. "The slaughter should have ended the war that day." "Aye, Bloodraven could have slain Daemon then and there. Perchance Bittersteel would have fled and maybe stretched out the Blackfyre line with a couple of smaller rebellions, but none of the high lords would have backed him. No, your brother Belric won the battle by making the war last. We were always going to have to deal with Baratheon and Dorne either way." He poured himself some mead as he spoke. "I was saddened when your father died. We fought at a tourney Butterwell held before your birth. Piss poor jouster, but a hell of a fighter. He wore ugly charmor was falling apart, I in the best plate coin can purchase. Knocked me on my arse in two blows."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 6, 2016 21:08:51 GMT
Nyles listened to the elaborate altennate history. Only rich men had the time to think so hard about things that never happened. "He was strong," Nyles agreed. "Everyone said he could fight like a demon." He probably acted like one, too. "It's quite weird being here. You know where I was raised."
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Post by The Raven on Jun 6, 2016 22:53:11 GMT
Nyles listened to the elaborate altennate history. Only rich men had the time to think so hard about things that never happened. "He was strong," Nyles agreed. "Everyone said he could fight like a demon." He probably acted like one, too. "It's quite weird being here. You know where I was raised." "Never cared much for cities. You see people at their most base here. They don't have knights and sworn swords, they have sellswords called the City Watch. You're a good lad to want to squire and not just fight for coin. Are you dreaming of being a knight, or just content to serve?" "Jeffrey was a squire," volunteered the Grand Maester. "For his father. Wasn't terrible at it either." Joffrey Hightower, man of a thousand scowls, offered one of his most impressive ones. "I was bloody miserable, Uncle, and you know it."
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