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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Jun 8, 2019 18:06:38 GMT 1
*At Kingsbridge* In hardly a fortnight, Lord Hutcheson had suffered more heartbreak and loss in times of peace than most endured in times of war. His daughter was dead and his son was crippled. It would yet to be seen if he would ever walk again, let alone father children, and the odds of a fortuitous marriage would be surprisingly low for a handsome heir. Although he was perhaps closer to being a Bittersteel than a Blackfyre, Ser Daeron aspired to live up to Ser Daemon's example of chivalry and open-handedness. It was with this in mind that he approached Lord Flement's pavilion, without fanfare or pomp and announced his arrival.
Pro Bono-Meet Lord Hutcheson: 6d6k4+6 23 |
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Post by Father on Jun 9, 2019 18:19:50 GMT 1
"What do you want, ser? Come to Apologize?" Lord Flement did not appear to be in a good mood, made fouler by Daeron's presence.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Jun 9, 2019 19:10:56 GMT 1
Apologies were not at all on his mind. Lady Tanselle willingly came to bed with him, and who knows who else, but he was willing to forgive the lord's sharpness on account of his recent tragedy. This time.
"Only to offer my condolences my lord. The gods have seen it fit to challenge your faith through hardship between your daughter's unexpected illness and your son's accidental maiming.
However, you need not face such challenges alone.
Some rivals might seek to compound on your misfortune in the weeks and months to come, as ambitious lords are wont to do when they detect vulnerabilities. If that is the case, and it doesn't interfere with my other oaths, I hope you might look to me as a friend and source of strength and succor. Feckless challengers can often be dissuaded by a fierce champion."
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Post by Father on Jun 10, 2019 13:26:37 GMT 1
"If I need a champion, I will want a true friend, not a false one like you"
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Jun 10, 2019 19:30:31 GMT 1
He purses his lips.
“And why do you consider me false my lord? I come here with no demands for gifts, or honors, nor do I come with trumpets or fanfare to announce my approach.
I can not force you to accept my aid, but I would like to know the reason why not.”
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Post by Father on Jun 11, 2019 14:16:51 GMT 1
"You call yourself a friend, and yet my daughter lies dead because of you"
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Jun 11, 2019 14:35:13 GMT 1
And there it is.
His suspicions confirmed, he drops the polite pretense that Lady Tanselle died of some suddenly illness.
“I understand that you are grieving. I too am saddened by Lady Tanselle’s passing, but I don’t recall being the one to administer anything that might have killed her.”
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Post by Father on Jun 11, 2019 17:56:58 GMT 1
Lord Randyll appears to not be interested in Daeron's claims, having already judged him guilty.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Jun 11, 2019 20:30:36 GMT 1
Stubborn old fool. He accidentally trades his daughters’s honor for her life and blames me. This is what I get for trying to be charitable.
“I see you are so blessed with friends and well-wishers that you don’t need any more. I hope Kingsbridge’s hospitality finds you well and that the gods are more open-handed with you and your family in the future.”
He gives a bow and turns to leave, Lord Flement clearly done with him.
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Post by Father on Jun 12, 2019 14:01:58 GMT 1
/scene
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