Post by Roland Cordwayner on Jul 29, 2019 11:07:41 GMT 1
[Chronologically, I've set this ahead of the final feast to give us all time to reflect on the jousting and Thaddeus's duel with Quentin Cordwayner ahead of the melee.]
At the Companion's usual breakfast Roland attempted to keep his mind off the evening's speeches. Easier to ride down a line of Dornish spearmen than the assembled court. He sought the foremost in prowess among his companions.
He briefly mopped up the remains of egg with a hunk of bread and cleaned his mouth, composing himself before speaking.
"My brothers in arms, you are the only true brothers left to me now that my brother Ilyn has been murdered."
"Aye, murdered."
Roland laid out his thinking, from Quentin and Normyn's lost duels damning his family in the eyes of men and the Seven. To Maester Ronnel's research in to the history of House Cordwayner's colouring across various matches. Lady Maegelle driving honest men like Ser Orton Ambrose from the house and her failure to even send a raven to Kingsbridge for the dark wings to dark dark tidings. He concluded with his own belief that it was fanciful that his white meat preferring brother would perish on a chicken bone.
"A lord has first pick does he not? Though I fear my brother did not even have the first claim on his wife's affections."
He shook his head.
"At Summerhall I pressed my brother on his children's parentage. He told me that it was better to live with rumours than cause a tragedy, but now tragedy has followed the rumours anyway. Doubtless he changed his mind on that matter forcing the cuckolder's hand. My bastard brother slew him, I am certain of it. With my sister by marriage in league with him."
His thoughts drifted back to his conversations with Malyk and Laena.
"I love my niece and nephew. But I will not have men say I let a bastard sit Hammerhal."
[OOC: Addam, this is at Daeron's welcome suggestion but we're welcome to get involved or skip as desired.]
At the Companion's usual breakfast Roland attempted to keep his mind off the evening's speeches. Easier to ride down a line of Dornish spearmen than the assembled court. He sought the foremost in prowess among his companions.
He briefly mopped up the remains of egg with a hunk of bread and cleaned his mouth, composing himself before speaking.
"My brothers in arms, you are the only true brothers left to me now that my brother Ilyn has been murdered."
"Aye, murdered."
Roland laid out his thinking, from Quentin and Normyn's lost duels damning his family in the eyes of men and the Seven. To Maester Ronnel's research in to the history of House Cordwayner's colouring across various matches. Lady Maegelle driving honest men like Ser Orton Ambrose from the house and her failure to even send a raven to Kingsbridge for the dark wings to dark dark tidings. He concluded with his own belief that it was fanciful that his white meat preferring brother would perish on a chicken bone.
"A lord has first pick does he not? Though I fear my brother did not even have the first claim on his wife's affections."
He shook his head.
"At Summerhall I pressed my brother on his children's parentage. He told me that it was better to live with rumours than cause a tragedy, but now tragedy has followed the rumours anyway. Doubtless he changed his mind on that matter forcing the cuckolder's hand. My bastard brother slew him, I am certain of it. With my sister by marriage in league with him."
His thoughts drifted back to his conversations with Malyk and Laena.
"I love my niece and nephew. But I will not have men say I let a bastard sit Hammerhal."
[OOC: Addam, this is at Daeron's welcome suggestion but we're welcome to get involved or skip as desired.]
