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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Nov 13, 2018 8:11:12 GMT 1
Balon and Lady Jeyne had been meeting periodically throughout the tournament. This first night after the Bread and Salt ceremony. The Masquerade Ball. The night of Ser Walton's death. Last night after the rescue of Ser Aladore. With time it'd become easier to continue the affair despite his initial reluctance. He promised the Seven he'd atone for his sins though he hadn't decided exactly how to do that just yet. Jeyne's slandering of Desmond Bridges had caught his attention and in conjunction with Laena's request it seemed prudent to meet.
Per usual there was very little talking to begin the late night rendezvous. She was simply stunning to look at and the things she did would cause Butterbumps to blush. Never did it occur to Balon that someone who's husband was reportedly frigid could be so skilled in the bedroom.
In between sessions Balon had her resting her head on his chest as he ran his fingers through her long red hair. Earlier in the day while he was in Gardenton with Titus he'd considered buying her a fine harp as she was known as a gifted player. No one can know it was from you moron, and you almost bought it while your brother was with you. Maybe tomorrow or after the melee. Balon laid quiet, trying to build up the courage to ask her about something he'd been considering since his challenge by Ser Daemon. At the last minute he changed his mind and asked something else first. "I don't think I ever properly offered my condolences to you on the death of Lord Jon (Hightower). What was his relation to you exactly?" Balon knew she was a Hightower but didn't know how removed from Jon she was. After her answer he continued, "It's a shame to see his guiding light lost on the house when it needs it most. As you are well aware he was one of Ser Daemon's biggest supporters. I hope that House Hightower still stands firmly behind the righteous cause. What have you heard from your kin?"
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Post by Father on Nov 13, 2018 14:18:10 GMT 1
"He was my uncle, and I fear that it will lack for a firm guiding hand in his absence, I do not doubt the loyalty of Oldtown, but the strength of it's conviction to the cause worries me."
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Nov 13, 2018 22:15:46 GMT 1
Balon nodded in agreement. "I know Lord Jon has two sons that are of squire's age. Perhaps one of them needs the right knight to guide them and strengthen their conviction." Balon didn't have a squire and now was a good a time as any to acquire one, "I may be leaving for the Riverlands soon," he didn't give reason why but Jeyne would be able to come to the correct conclusion, "and could use a good squire. I know I left a good impression on them after Lord Jon's funeral and with the right encouragement from their kin...who knows."
Another candidate for his squire popped into his head, "If a son of Lord Jon is too much to ask their is his former heir's son, master Selwyn. He might do." I will poison every well Ser Roland has touched.
For those reading Selwyn is Lady Janna's brother. Janna's favor was gained by Ser Roland.
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Post by Father on Nov 14, 2018 18:19:39 GMT 1
"If you are going to the Riverlands, it is not to play nice at the courts of Riverun, Whitewalls and elsewhere singing the praises of Ser Daemon, at your side there will be no place for green boys, so no, no cousin of mine for you."
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Nov 14, 2018 21:42:20 GMT 1
"If you are going to the Riverlands, it is not to play nice at the courts of Riverun, Whitewalls and elsewhere singing the praises of Ser Daemon, at your side there will be no place for green boys, so no, no cousin of mine for you." Balon acted like he had hurt feelings, "Are you suggesting I'm not a master of negotiation? That my trip to the Riverlands is anything other than a goodwill tour?" He had a wicked smile on his face. "At least in the Riverlands we'd know who the enemy is, not like here." Balon waved into the dark corners of the room, "Here lords are being poisoned, septas murdered, the heir to Brightwater Keep kidnapped. Hell, young Jorah was almost abducted just a couple days back." He snorted, "I'd wager any cousin of yours would be much safer up north." He relented, "But I'm not going to force you to do anything."Balon had worked up the courage to talk about the other topic he'd been thinking about, "I saw that Lancel," Balon was very specific to never refer to him as Jeyne's husband, "has made his case to join Redtusk's team in the melee. With everything that is going on right now there's sure to be a death or two when the dust has settled. Perhaps it's time for House Cuy to have an heir." his tone left it clear what he was implying. |
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Post by Father on Nov 15, 2018 18:15:09 GMT 1
"And I have every confidence that he will through it, ser" She dodges the question.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Nov 15, 2018 20:34:50 GMT 1
Balon raised an eyebrow, "Cat got your tongue?" He smiled, "I've only known you for a short time but being demure isn't a quality I'd associate you with." He lifted himself up and rested on his elbow, "If you feel having an heir isn't needed right now I won't object. But the long knives are coming out of the shadows and the lances are starting to be aimed at heads. Sooner or later House Cuy will require an heir." Balon shrugged, "And if Lancel isn't smart enough to know what he has in front of him then this humble knight offers you his help in securing your future." Balon thought back to their first encounter, "Remember we're just helping each other out while possible."
If an intrigue is needed that's fine. I know I'll get curb stomped.
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Post by Father on Nov 16, 2018 15:31:14 GMT 1
"If that is what I want, ser, I have already accepted it, haven't I?"
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Nov 19, 2018 8:12:27 GMT 1
Balon raised an eyebrow at her comment. It wasn't like they'd been incredibly careful but she'd never specifically said she desired to get pregnant. Unless she was just referring to sex, which was also possible. Either way Balon suddenly felt very foolish for bringing the subject up. "True." he said quietly. Balon had been looking into her eyes, believing he could "see" what she was thinking. But like most of their encounters his eyes and hands started to wander. There was three days left of the Grand Tournament and they'd be on their separate ways soon. Balon needed to focus on his upcoming duel and the melee, not his continued sin. But if this is sin why does it feel so good?
Their night continued like it normally did and eventually they both got dressed to leave. "I have a duel with Ser Daemon tomorrow. I have to be good enough to not be thrashed but I can't win either. Me and my big mouth..." there was a sheepish look on his face. "I hope to see you again before the tournament ends." he leaned in to kiss her goodbye.
[/scene, unless Jeyne has any parting words of wisdom.]
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Post by Father on Nov 19, 2018 8:21:27 GMT 1
/scene
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