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Post by Father on Mar 16, 2019 19:26:17 GMT 1
Prior to the festivities Roland receives something which is as close to what amounts to a summons from Lord Yronwood, though the man's squire does his best to make it seem polite and courteous, there is little to hide that The Bloodroyal expects Roland's presence and have little patience for waiting.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Mar 16, 2019 22:02:34 GMT 1
Roland bowed as he entered - even if the worst were true at House Cordwayner, he would merely return to being the spare son at one of the Reach's noble houses. Lord Olyvar Yronwood was young, but his family were second only to the Martells in Dorne.
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Post by Father on Mar 17, 2019 9:17:00 GMT 1
Lord Olyvar appears to have started the drinking already, remarking that Roland actually is as tall as tales would have it, and he who had braced himself for more disappointment. Although a second son of a petty lord seems to him a poor match for an Yronwood, but hardly worse than Lord Abomination. Lady Merryweather would have been a suitable station for one of her pedigree, but perhaps just as well if the line of the Bloodroyal is not mixed with pig's blood. The man bitterly laments that the king had not consulted him in this matter, merely agreeing to Lord Leo's suggestion, and the Longthorn, everyone knows, is so easily seduced by prowess at the list and the rescuing of maidens he should have protected better. He asks bluntly why Roland should be granted her hand, since he so obviously desired it. Or, is the two of them in the same boat perhaps, he wonders aloud, tied up by expectations of some glorified tourney knight thinking himself their better?
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Mar 17, 2019 10:56:36 GMT 1
Drink was not an uncommon vice among bored young nobles, but oft spoke of danger and unpredictability. A lack of discipline from being born first.
Still it was a droll remark and drew a smile.
"I hope for my part that I can continue to avoid disappointing."
"You are correct, Lord Merryweather is indeed an easy barrier to clear."
"Lord Yronwood, you know that I will risk life and limb for Lady Alicent for I have done so already, both during Septa Tyane's murder and in my duel with Ser Rennifer Waters. I shall speak frankly, with your leave - I took those steps while wearing another's favour and would do so again, or even if Lady Alicent were betrothed to another. At best this speaks to my character - you can be confident I shall not disgrace your family name or give you occasion to dispatch some champion to defeat me at arms."
"A marriage helps further binds Dorne and the Reach together. There is more to life than tournaments, but every time ill words are spoken of Dorne or your family, I shall stand ready. My personal abilities and reputation shall help protect your family from those too bitter to let the past remain the past. My peers named me for a captain at Highgarden when better born men were present."
While of meager rank, Roland had built a strong chivalrous reputation by his deeds.
"House Cordwayner is beset by strife, our line of succession potentially polluted by my natural brother laying down with my sister by marriage. These two are among the worst of those who cannot let old hatreds go, but my brother is a gentle man, as yet unwilling to move against them. I have resolved to rectify this, and have already gathered testimony and evidence to discuss with my brother this evening. With the two of them kept from their knavish tricks and me and Alicent to guide my lord brother a potential enemy becomes a friend without a single Yronwood arrow loosed or sword drawn."
Reforged in the fires of the Black Tourney and all naivety burned away, Roland followed the romantic's case for his betrothal with the grim political reality of the matter. Rumours and memoirs written after Highgaden's horrors had advanced the cause for Roland and Alicent to be regarded as potential rulers and allies.
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Post by Father on Mar 17, 2019 17:33:12 GMT 1
Lord Yronwood snorts at the idea of uniting Dorne with the rest of the Realm, would that House Yronwood did not sit on the wrong side of the mountains, once, honor was prevalent in Dorne, a righteous kingdom under the light of the seven. But this purity was extinguished by the coming of the Rhoynar, the deeds and nature of men south of the Red Mountains darkening just as much as their skins, poisonings, daughters inheriting before sons, paramours openly kept. What sort of house will Lady Alicent become part of, he asks. One where all the scions are bastards? Does he think he can defeat bastards with honor alone?
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Mar 18, 2019 13:09:09 GMT 1
"My lord, if the scions are indeed bastards, then they are not of the Cordwayner line and cease to scions."
"Joining our families under the light of the Seven would help elevate the honourable values we share."
"Honour is what compels me to act and will draw others to me, as it did at Highgarden's melee. From there, the force of law will compel the removal of bastard influence, buttressed by strong men and the will to take action. Tradition and law are behind such moves, reinforced by the agreements and debates on these matters reached at Highgarden some months past."
It had been clear that the debates at Highgarden were more than a mere scholarly pursuit, and a majority had broken in favour of precedent and tradition rather than inserting Great Bastards in to existing lines of succession.
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Post by Father on Mar 19, 2019 19:40:03 GMT 1
Only if such things can be proven, Lord Yronwood remarks dryly. Lady Joanna had a Great Bastard, the Spongeholder and Lord Durwell lined up against her. Lovely Laena, he had heard rumors of a fabled party in some Gardenton tavern turned pleasure house, if half those tales were true, he would not mind getting to know her better. But one of her kind inflaming the hearts of men against the Queen of Winter, then Lord Levalle to drag her down to be soiled by the unworthy's memory, it must be good to be king, if one could live as him and die of one's own excesses. And finally, Lord Durwell, whose man stood ready to inherit, more than those two together, Lord Olyvar muses, it was the machinations of Lord Marq, or the wish to be seen as his friends, that drove that outcome.
But what possible motivation would men such as he and others of the magnetism of dragons have to come to Roland's aid in this matter? Last he checked, the dragon was the accused, not the accuser. And Lord Durwell and other lords of influence and power? They might find it more expedient to support the side that seemed to be the more likely to win in the game of thrones, usually the one that is honorable only when it suits them, no? But who knows what game Lord Durwell really plays, no two Reachmen he asks seems to be in agreement on that account.
Lady Alicent was once infatuated by Lord Durwell, did Roland know that? He was described as the most handsome and dashing knight that ever had graced the realms with his existence she wrote their father once, though most of the letter was dedicated to pleading for a way out of her betrothal to Lord Abomination. Not yet a woman grown and yet with a will of steel. Olyvar doubts that she was a maid, then. Surely a man so idolized as Lord Durwell, with his looks, would have some flaws, no? The words of a drunkard's jealousy is on his tongue. Surely he must have plucked many many flowers after his knighting, why else would he care to stay unwed? Most young lords considering their honor to be more than just words spoken when it suits them were in quite the hurry to be wed the maiden fair so that they might bed her without fearing for their soul. Lord Marq strikes him not as the sort of man that has figured that just as it is with men, so it is with The Seven. Forgiveness can oft be obtained where permission never would have been granted?
But, Roland would not be the first knight or lord to find that the supposed maid coming to his bed is no maid at all, Olyvar cannot stop the marriage, or he could, but loosing the king's favor would likely cost him more than he might gain from some lord willing to pick up a lady of five and twenty, once promised to Lord Piggy and like as not slightly used by Lord Durwell. Surely he and others would not have missed her flirtatious ways?
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Mar 20, 2019 12:40:47 GMT 1
He does not see advantage in standing in the way of our marriage! Seven be good, we shall be wed.
Roland felt an unhappy mix of relief and nausea as Lord Yronwood picked at the scab from the proud young knight's defeat to the better born, handsome Lord Durwell at Highgarden.
"The maesters oft speak of such happening with young women when horse riding. Such is particularly expected with a noble lady unusually advanced in years at her marriage. On my honour as I knight, I believe Lady Alicent is a virtuous woman. You need not fear that I shall blacken House Yronwood's name or come issuing challenges and demanding a larger dowry if mere rides in the country undermine you chances of making a match."
The right words, the words he had been taught. Polite, formal words. The word that of an honourable knight excusing a potential future complication.
They tasted like ash in his mouth.
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Post by Father on Mar 20, 2019 17:25:09 GMT 1
Roland is free to demand whatever dowry he wishes, seeing that it's the crown that will be paying it, or the Tyrells, maybe both? He cares not. Though it would indeed seem that the ladies of the Reach would sooner give up their maidenheads to steeds than men, he rhetorically and mockingly wonders why. All the Rhoynar girls seems to have a heat come upon them at the moment of flowering, caring naught for chastisity, why, half the time one could never know if an olive skinned lord actually were the son of whoever claims to be his father, the other half they would share features restricting the other options to uncles and cousins. But Roland should rest assured that the Yronwood have only ever married women of unquestioned Andal lineage from the godly kings of old, unsullied by the blood of the common rabble with their common lusts brought across the sea by Nymeria.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Mar 20, 2019 18:25:21 GMT 1
"Then I certainly not press the case, for I have no wish to besmirch your honour or find myself facing Ser Tywin Lannister for my impertinence!"
"I think my Lord for the reassurance regarding the Yronwood line and can offer much the same for House Cordwayner. I have no part in the current scandal that saddens Hammerhal, nor will I beyond ending it, if the Seven are willing."
Roland bowed, as if expecting a dismissal.
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Post by Father on Mar 21, 2019 16:07:17 GMT 1
Lord Yronwood waves him away with the same motion as he uses to command his servant to fill his cup once more.
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