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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 13, 2016 15:14:11 GMT
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The day after the fun at the fat man's funeral, Nyles heads to the queen's chamber. He is pretty sure he has some sort of responsibility for her safety, too, and anyway she had heard a lot of bad things about her the day before. He hoped she didn't feel bad. People got more stupid as they formed groups. His eye is still black but he has bathed and dressed to finally look like a proper squire.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 13, 2016 17:41:59 GMT
Arguably, the only person's safety he was responsible for was his own, as he was not a member of the Kingsguard. He had a long list of responsibilities, including: maintaining the king's armour shield and sword, guarding the king's prisoners in battle, ensuring an honorable burial for the king upon death, dressing the king in armour, carrying the knightâs flag, and taking care of the king's horse. Other than this and his training, his time was generally his own.
Still, after a moment, Ser Gareth the Grey allows him entry into Queen Rohanne's chambers. Her Grace awaits him on a small couch made for two and pats the cushion beside her, indicating he should sit.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 13, 2016 17:44:50 GMT
Nyles bows and has a seat. "Your Grace," he said, a bit awkwardly, "I'm sorry about yesterday. I, um, wanted to make sure you were all right."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 13, 2016 17:48:31 GMT
"What are you sorry for exactly?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. "I am told you afforded yourself quite courageously in the face of the mob. Perhaps my husband should have knighted you on the spot."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 13, 2016 17:51:09 GMT
"I'm a bit young, much to learn," he said. "But the crowd, well, no one should shout such cruel things to a queen. Especially one like you," he thought a second. "I...uh, just want to make sure you're all right. I should have been near you and not trying to look at pretty girls. It got violent so quick..." He shook his head. "I'm new to this life," he finally admitted.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 13, 2016 18:19:05 GMT
"You are a young man. I would be concerned if you did not spend your days trying to look at pretty girls," the queen replied warmly, patting his hand with her own. "I am quite alright. We had a slave rebellion in Tyrosh when I was a young girl, that would put that incident at the Great Sept to shame."
"And we are all new to this life. It is a new world."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 13, 2016 19:36:01 GMT
Nyles considered the idea of a real revolt again. It had been horrible. "Thank you, Your Grace." He considered a second. "What do you think of our kingdom?" He asked. "My father used to say the rich are alike the world over, but whatever my brothers say he was a bit of a drunken idiot," he admitted. "And I want you to know my sword and loyalty are yours," he said, voice certain as only a teenager's can be."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 13, 2016 21:29:30 GMT
"Sisters squabble in my lands, as it seems brothers do in yours. It is not just the rich who are alike. There are the same problems and struggles the world over, in all classes," she replied, offering the young man a warm smile. "I appreciate that. The sword and loyalty of man such as yourself will have me sleeping easy this evening."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 13, 2016 21:36:03 GMT
The squire imagined she was exaggerating but he appreciated the sentiment. "What do they do in Tyrosh," he asked, "to those who speak such...curses to your nobles?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 13, 2016 21:46:33 GMT
"Tyrosh is known for four things: Colorful dyes, masterful armor, pear brandy, and ingenious torture devies," Rohanne replied, as if she were speaking of the weather. "I tell you this, we do not give those who speak in such a manner new clothes, shining armor, or a stiff drink."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 13, 2016 21:48:46 GMT
Nyles rose and kissed her hand formally. "That's all I needed to hear," he said, "summon me at need Your Grace." He was ready to go forward with a clear conscience now. Mercy was not in either of their beliefs.
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