Lucas’ arm wraps around your shoulder and a goblet of wine is thrust into your hand as you enter the dining hall of your family’s villa. A racourse applause breaks out and you survey the attendants, colors you did not know sigils of the vaguest of knowledge. The servants had put up the silks and fabulous decorations in a more tasteful way, but their was still a slight Essosi flair to it, no doubt a fact that tantalized your guests. Lucas force your hand to your lips and you drink deep of the golden wine, finer than any you had encountered in a long while. He takes your other hand and raises it to the ceiling in victory, the crowd showing their approval again, you finish your deep drink and proceed to drink in their applause instead. Dontos was off to the side, in a cup with a few Knights that had taken his attention, he ill liked the new moniker that had been bestowed upon him by the smallfolk, but he knew the game when it came to nobility, a small price to pay to bring a larger turn out to the Melee in Steadhold.

“Lucas where did you manage to find all of these people?” you ask, arm lowered and your head turned to his ear.

“Same you find any sort of rabble,” the silver haired knight replies, a smirk dancing upon his lips not unlike Ser Victor’s, “They think themselves above the trivialities of the smallfolk, but they like story all the same, seek out pleasures in being amongst those that would be considered paragons of their kind.”

You laugh, thinking a few months ago half of those gathered would sell their first born to damn your family in the eyes of the Crown, now they stood here ready to lap up any spare glory you may slosh over from your cups. Lucas bids above and Lady Racheal attaches herself to his arm, flashing you a brilliant smile, her step rolls and she giggles into the Knight’s chest as she is swung around into a dance.

Others offer their congratulations, some wish to hear tell of your time in Essos, many and more wish to hear of how you learned to shoot your bow in such a way. Thinking quickly you launch into a tale of your sellsword days, long and hard traveled, on a contract for Myr. Dothraki were your targets, to repel their annual invasions. To your side were Unsullied. As you rode into battle upon your mighty golden steed you soon found the columns of Unsullied having turned their cloak by orders of their Myrish masters. To the north, thousands of Dothraki screams, arrows flown into the air, to block out the sun. The South, legions of Unsullied, bronze armor gleaming in the sunlight, their spear tips thrust in your direction. They gasped at such impossible odds, the ladies feigning the faintness of their hearts.

You continue, describing the battle, how you lost good men in a suicidal charge to break the lines. How you were taken unawares by an arrow to the shoulder, a partial truth though the scar you wore was from a crossbow bolt, flung from your horse you lost consciousness. Awakening later you found yourself in the care of a young woman, she did not speak your tongue but forced you down, to recover, nursing you back to health. In the coming months you found yourself amongst the Dothraki Sea, a prisoner, a slave to be sold off. Your captor? A Princess of the Sea, daughter of the Khal. You were not to be by her side, a scandal, but they respected the man on golden horse. You found yourself falling in love with your enslaver, gentle in her nature but harsh in her actions, she taught you to fire a bow, aride a horse and afoot, spoke words of sweet nothing into your ears of Dothraki tongue, another partial truth Illiad had spoken a few before, but you were relatively sure they meant something along the lines of ‘horse fucker’. But love was not meant to be. The Khal soon grew wrath with your presence, thinking the princess meant to usurp his place with her new paramour and in the dark of night she sent you away. Your horse returned, and the gift of a bow of incredible worth, and the last kiss of a forbidden love tainted with the salt of tears.

You were surprised by how much they ate it up. The ladies with tears in their eyes, the lords and Sers speaking to loves lost. You found yourself speaking to this story at least three separate times, Barq Zos and Solhas attending once and almost lost it as you embellished further and further. The two Summer Islanders were topics of note as well, well respected by for his performance and taking fourth Solhas found a small party gathered about him, asking tales of a land he knew nothing about, questions Barq filled in for and was translated.

WOOOOOOOOOOOO

His words rung in your ears and your thoughts turnt to Illiad. You wished him safety, he would have loved this, but the task he was carrying out was no more one of love. You would need to tell him of this, and your ridiculous story when he returns.

Banishing thoughts from mind you find yourself in the company of Ser Jon and Lady Sereya. The latter had taken to you less coldly than before having a more than acceptable place to live for the duration of the Tourney. She spoke to you of Volantis, telling tale of wonder, and you only gave word when you thought of little you knew. They had both attended, first only to see Lucas fail, but then long into the day to watch you finish the contest. Word had spread they had been keeping your company of late and many of the guests had been born of that. In truth their small chance to meet with you had elevated the small Knightly House overnight, Jon hardly knew what to do with himself. He spoke of further alliance and wishing to solidify things in the coming months, promising to attend the Melee in Steadhold with a topic of worth.

Music filled your ears as you were left for a moment, your eyes looked over your cup giving the crowd another good once over. You found your Household mingling with nobility, but there were still lines, as there usually were. Down further you noted your semi finals opponent in his cups with a sober Mors and the less than Red and Grey Jons. Closer to you Lucas with his Lady Racheal spoke to an older man with Mason and Victor as company. Dontos also kept with his Knights, Ser Duncan and Wesley both stood with him. By your estimation you had a moment’s time to speak with a few of them before the feast and entertainment began.

>Speak with The Loyal Bows and Curtis Flowers
>Speak with Ser Lucas Longwaters, Lady Racheal Conklyn with the elder Lord, Ser Mason and Victor
>Speak with Ser Dontos, Wesley and Duncan with their gathered Knights
>Custom (Dance? Find another group to speak with?)

This is definitely thread XI. Ace work QM, nailed it.

>>42996625
>>Speak with The Loyal Bows and Curtis Flowers

Still riding that high from the victory.

>>42996625
>Custom (Dance? Find another group to speak with?)

If there is any houses who lives near us who has to deal with the Redwards aswell. He had been bothering people to our south in the reach and i cant imagine the north and west is that much better

Otherwise.

>>Speak with The Loyal Bows and Curtis Flowers

>>42996729

That's actually a separate conversation later. I will be doing that as a scene later, as it's a pretty big deal. And it got moved up pretty significantly.

>>42996625
>>Speak with The Loyal Bows and Curtis Flowers

Hmmm. This might be a perfect chance for us to find a match for Victus. Some knightly house would probably accept a betrothal in the hope some of our glory and fame will rub off on them

>>42996832
Not with a bastard son, unless they're almost done for.

>>42996854
A knightly house is lower tier than us so it wouldnt be too far off. It could be done to cement a alliance.

>>42996875
Speaking of marriage, if we are aiming for a dornish wife there is currently 3 matches i can think of.

Allyria Dayne.

Jeyne Fowler

Jennelyn Fowler.

They should be around 13-15 years old right now and soon in age to get married.

>>42996968
Got a brief rundown anon? If they show up it'd be nice to know who the hell they are other than just names.

>>42996982
Jennelyn and Jeyne Fowler of House Fowler. A pretty powerful house in Dorne bordering the Reach.

The wiki pretty much says about both of them.

>has wispy yellow hair.

>In Volantis, Prince Quentyn Martell thinks of Jennelyn and Jeyne. He recalls that they were a pair of tawny young maidens who loved hawking, hunting, climbing rocks and making him blush. He remembers one of them gave him his first kiss, though he never knew which one

>Jennelyn and her sister are present at the feast at Sunspear when Ser Balon Swann of the Kingsguard arrives to deliver the head of Ser Gregor Clegane. She and her sister refuse to drink when Ricasso raises a toast to King Tommen Baratheon.

They seem to have character traits that would match well with Brynden and appears to be quite the lookers.

Allyria Dayne is of House Dayne and is supposely quite the looker. All that is really known of her. But House Dayne is old and very important.

>>42996968
>Allyria Dayne.
She might not be bethrothed to Dondarion yet so we may have our chance there, though I doubt it. I mean even though they where loyalist, House Dayne is quite a though nut to crack thanks to Arthur's exploits.

>>42997055

>Allyria Dayne is an aunt of the young Lord Edric Dayne, the Lord of Starfall. She is betrothed to Lord Beric Dondarrion, Lord of Blackhaven since 294 AC.

There is a chance for us about that. Granted House Dayne is going to be very hard to impresse.

You however did not spend years as a man equal to his brother in arms to allow the lines of Westerosi societal norms define whom you spoke with. You travel down the dining hall, stopped for moments by those who wished word with you later, or to offer small congratulations, one moment in particular is longer than you would have liked. A man of House Chelsted had stopped you, begging word later in regards to a mutual issue amongst the Crownlands. Leaving the man off with a loose promise you swing your way to your men. The Jons give you a happy look, offering their wine to you in unison. Two good lads, both fine with a bow but better at being made scarce, when they weren’t deep in their cups that is. Mors greets you with a nod, his eyes hardly leaving your own. Curtis Flowers however meets your offered hand with rigor, his eyes slightly glazed from the night.

“A man a thousand dragons richer, Curtis Flowers. Congratulations, rare it is to find a man capable of outshooting Solhas,” you say, refusing the Jons their offered wine with a shake of your head.

“If I may my Lord, rarer still to find a man that goes to an archery contest using a dinky recurve,” he says with a laugh, “Small wonder the bloody thing stood up to that final pace.”

“Dinky it may be Curtis Flowers, but still it won the day,” you respond and you both laugh.

When asked Curtis goes into his small life story, a bastard born of a small Knightly House in the Arbor he served a moment under a man whose wealth flowed with wild abandon, he then was taken in by the Redwynes for his skill with a bow, and traveled with them to Highgarden, being taken into service there instead and furthering his skill, he had once won an archery contest there, and made a significantly richer man for it. It was then he had decided to attend the Tourney in King’s Landing, not expecting to find Summer Islers and a Lord as his competition.

>>42997050
It sounds like Allyria would be the ideal choice to approach first, then to proposition the sisters for a hand in marriage second should it fail.

“In truth my Lord. Though I find myself with coin to spend, I no longer find myself with home to stay. Your man Mors had begun to speak with me in the final round, unnerving those eyes of his,” he says with a small chuckle.

“No ‘orse than milords,” Mors chimes in noting your emerald glare.

“Aye, no worse than. Your focus is a frightening sight my Lord. Your final shot was a thing of beauty. I… I would wish to offer my services to you my Lord. If nothing else but to learn. I’ve little problem with serving amongst your Loyal Bows. Though I once led a contingent when in service to the Redwynes, should you ever wish.”

A small offer, but from a man of skill. Mors nods along and inclines his head to you, giving his support. The Jons had taken off to bother a pair of servants, they had been broken down into giggles and blushes in moments.

>Accept Curtis Flowers offer of service
>Reject it

>>42996968
Memes aside, I don't see how a Dornish match helps us.

>>42997106
It might not help us. But it might help Jon Arryn.

>>42997103
,>Accept Curtis Flowers offer of service

Dude came third against us and a Summer Islander.

>>42997103
>Accept Curtis Flowers offer of service
And then present him a new challange.
How does he feel about horse archers?

>>42997103
>Accept Curtis Flowers offer of service

>>42996968
There's also
Sylva Santagar
Valena Toland, Teora Toland and their mother Nymella Toland

Though they may still be babies as of now

>>42997080
You know, if we manage to struck gold with the Daynes, we'll have Darkstar as familly?

>>42997089
>a bastard born of a small Knightly House in the Arbor he served a moment under a man whose wealth flowed with wild abandon

I always like the little references to the other /tg/ Houses.

>>42997158
They are between 6 and 10 years old. So i didnt consider them.

And one of them is even a heir

>>42997089
>When asked Curtis goes into his small life story, a bastard born of a small Knightly House in the Arbor he served a moment under a man whose wealth flowed with wild abandon
HOLY FUCK

>>42997103
>>Accept Curtis Flowers offer of service

>>42997182
>>42997207
God fucking damn it I missed it.

You hardly need a moment to think it over, Curtis was a finer archery than you had ever met, if it had not been for sheer luck he would have defeated you in the semi finals even, coming a single point away from you in your final shot. He smiles a missing tooth replaced with a golden one shining brightly in its place and you shake hands once more. You joke of outfitting him with a proper bow someday, and he refuses to ever use a recurve. Furthering the joke you challenge him to learn how to shoot as well as you do when your aride, his face turns to a blank quiet before breaking into hysterics, and accepting upon your return to Steadhold. Bidding your men off to a joyful night, you throw instruction to Rickard Wence to find a place for Curtis to stay and return to the other side of the hall, gaining a few looks of surprise at your boldness.

Life favors the bold. Your father once told you that. He was a man of his people as well, caring little for the normalcy of court life outside of when your mother was about. Often he would speak with his men at length of their ideas regarding Steadhold and had entertained building another tower in now your domain and landing another Knight. His servants knew him as kindly, and often spoke well of him. Though other Nobles shunned him for such blatant breaches of conduct he cared little, service to the King was all that matter, in what way meant little to him. Dontos spoke often of how much you were like the man, Isis as well, while Donold and Pastorn were more like himself and the Hayfords. How odd it was that now you stood in his place, you often wondered if he would feel pride seeing you again amongst the House, leading it as you were.

“Nephew! Come!” Dontos’ voice interrupts your thoughts and you turn a heel to you Uncle, he had donned his better articles of clothing, onyx cloth, with golden stitching. a half cape of purple. He looked happy, the bags of tired from under his eyes gone from a day of rest, he had even allowed Victus to stand by his side. He wore the clothing you had gotten him the other day, opposites of your own House’s colors with a slash of red. Likely your Uncle’s doing, children were easily excited by the prospect of their own coat of arms, and Victus was no different.

Dontos introduces you to your guests, Knights of the Crownlands mostly, though one of the Stormlands. They spoke to you at length about your Melee in Steadhold, and many more spoke of your horses. Penance’s performance in the Trial by Combat under Dontos’ command had impressed them, the mere thought of being given such a fine horse in service to your House had sent more than mere ripples of your intentions. They were waves. Your House had grown a martial tradition throughout the years, but the showing of it in the past few days impressed more than a few would be Knights of a greater House.

They also spoke to the Joust, giving Ser Wesley a hard time over losing to Ser Jaime Lannister in the first round. Ser Duncan had made it past but was knocked out by a man of the Westerlands whose House he did not know. A Knight of House Mallery spoke of Lord Royce Redwards tilt today against a Knight of Highgarden. He was soundly defeated in two passes being unhorsed with little issue. You laughed with a certain glee, being unable to see such was a disappointment, but you had certainly better things to do. Further you did not doubt that word of your victory had reached his ear, his face as red as his hair.

The other Knights leave off to return to their patrons, the Stormland Knight remaining and waiting for Dontos to speak, “Nephew, we’ve some news of my sister, your Aunt, Lady Isabella.”

You recalled little of your Aunt, she was married to a House Benedorn and you knew little else, Dontos always insisted she was still alive but you did not know whether or not to believe it, “Certainly good news, I assume I’ve you to thank Ser..?”

“Ser Ralph Wagstafff, my Lord. I am in service to the young Lord Archie Benedorn. Your cousin, I was bid by your Lady aunt to visit and offer her congratulations. She wishes to see yourself and Ser Dontos Malroy in the coming days if you are able my Lord. Rare it is to see family she said.”

Dontos turns to you and nods happily, it had been a lifetime since you had seen your Aunt, you could only imagine how Dontos was feeling.

He continues, “She suggested the horse race in a few days my Lord. I would suppose you can never separate the Horse from a Malroy.”

>Accept your aunt’s invitation?
>Reject

>>42997182
>>42997207
>>42997503

It's my favorite thing to do. Now I just need to figure out a way to get the other ones.

>>42997633
>Accept

>>42997633
>Accept your aunt’s invitation?

Would be nice to meet. Hopefully we can get the support of her son aswell.

>>42997633
>It's my favorite thing to do. Now I just need to figure out a way to get the other ones.

Unfortunatly there isnt much about House Brachen. Think it had 4 threads and two of those were character/house creation.

>>42997662
>Archie Benedorn, Lady Isabella’s only child, heir and Lord of the unnamed House. Disagreed with his father and eagerly fought alongside King Robert I Baratheon during his Rebellion after his father’s death.

I've my doubts.

>Lord Brynden ‘Blackshaft’ Malroy

I am sure that will not become a sexual innuendo at all

>>42997688
But we are the hands man now, not to mention a relative and therefore a potential ally.
As such, we should have at least be on neutral grounds upon which to build a relation.

>>42997633
>>Accept your aunt’s invitation?

>>42997748

Has blackshaft been confirmed as the nickname?

>>42997840
Its in the docs so. Think so.

>>42997840
Its in the Bio. So yeah.

“We would be happy to Ser Wagstaff. Tell my dear Lady Aunt I would joy in meeting Lord Archie as well,” you respond, taking another sip from a dwindling cup.

The Knight stiffens at the word and shifts uncomfortably, “I will relay such my Lord. Though I’ve… Doubts he will attend. The young Lord has no love for Horse. You are more likely to meet him in the lists in the coming melee. Further word is out of my station my Lord. Good day, and once again congratulations.”

Ser Wagstaff leaves off with a slight limp and you turn to your Uncle, a look of confusion on your face, that deflates a moment and catches your ear to keep words from Victus’.

“My sister’s husband was an ardent supporter of the Targaryens, Brynden. When the King raised his banners in rebellion he stood against him. They took to single combat, and the Lord Benedorn was slain, his son Archie took his place and threw all of his support behind the Baratheons,” he sighs a moment and watches a gaggle of Ladies walk past eyeing you both that raises a grunt of discomfort from your Uncle, “Since then the House that was once an ally has been on less than ideal terms with our own. Lord Archie even scorns his blood. I worry for my sister Brynden.”

You nod wordless in response and place a hand on your Uncle’s shoulder, a promise to tread carefully in this small meeting with family you had not known in years. You had hoped to find an ally in your cousin, and this news was worrisome. Perhaps a showing in the melee would beat out a mutual respect between the two of you.

Before you are able to coming to terms with your thoughts Lucas had swept in and pulled you to the head of your table, the others seeing such begin to take their place. Ser Jon comes to yoru side as well, a bolder move but you had allowed him a place of honor by your side for most of his stayed, small thing to allow such to continue.

Lucas pulls his cup up and calls attention the rest settle and quiet for his words, “Assembled Lords and Ladies! Sers and daughters! And men and women of all stations! Tonight we come together in glorious celebration of the Lord Brynden Malroy’s victory in the day’s contest of marksmanship. Truly such a contest had never been seen before the eyes of mortal man, perhaps even that of the Seven themselves. And for this, we thank them for such a blessing!”

The crowd murmurs their support in his statement and Lucas continues.

“But praises belong to more than them. Today we bore witness to the rebirth of a House. One fallen low, almost extinct, but nay. No man such as Lord Brynden would allow such. He would fight, tooth and nail, for every bloody inch! No! Today he would prove that House Malroy was still one of glory! Honor! Victory!”

The applaud louder this time, Lucas was certainly well spoken, he knew how to call together the assorted groups of people to his voice. A natural born leader.

“And in this we a granted boon. A celebration fit for the King himself. All by the graces of our Lord Brynden Malroy and his Household, And though it is a little thing to offer in repayment, I’ve a gift from the House Longwaters to their esteemed hosts!” he waves to a man off on the side that holds a quiver of arrows, taking it he plucks one from it, it looked used older than the rest, its feathers battered, “This arrow,” he pauses for dramatic effect and shows it to the crowd, “This arrow won the day. An arrow of ebony wood, and silvered feather,” he holds the arrow to your hair, the feather overlaying your streak of silver, “Fitting is it not? So in honor of my Lord Brynden’s victory. A quiver of the finest arrows, not unlike that which won him the day. Those of black shafts with a streak of silver, one to strike fear in the heart of man a mile away. Today, I honor Lord Brynden ‘Blackshaft’ Malroy!”

The crowd breaks into applause in earnest again. Brynden Blackshaft, you rather liked that, a bit ballady, but not too much for your tastes, and an item of note. Ebony wood was rare in the Seven Kingdoms, you had only seen it abroad in the Free Cities, used as jewelry and finery, little doubt your black arrow was just painted as such. But now a trademark that stuck to your name, your enemies would know fear of the black arrows of Lord Malroy. Striking from distances and places unknown. You thanked Ser Lucas with a firm hug and took the quiver holding it to the air much to the approval of your assembled guests.

“Speech!” they call, “Yes a speech! Lord Brynden Blackshaft!” the words mix and mingle in a lovely way in your ears. Well, you were hardly one to deny your guests.

>What do you say to your assembled guests?

Blackshaft was my favorite of them. It fits well with Brynden I thought. And it was just dirty enough to fit the character while still being a legitimate item to use to strike fear into your enemies. Now you just need a Dragonbone bow.

>>42996585
>he ill liked the new moniker that had been bestowed upon him by the smallfolk

What moniker is that?

I might have forgotten or overlooked it.

>>42998215
The Black Knight of House Malroy.

>>42998147
Thank them all for coming, say something about how we are on our way to a new start and that dragon or stag House Malroy will never fall. Then tell them to enjoy the lovely food and wine.

Someone who is better than me with stuff like this should probably write up

>>42998103
>The young Lord has no love for Horse.
>Horse.
hmm

>>42998250
I would avoid the "dragon or stag" line because it makes us seem even more fair-weather-friends of the crown

>>42998271
I guess you are right. Maybe something more general about no matter how many hardships befall our house we will persevere.

>A Knight of House Mallery spoke of Lord Royce Redwards tilt today against a Knight of Highgarden. He was soundly defeated in two passes being unhorsed with little issue

Get fucked Redward!

>>42998271
Yeah, it's better to say the stag and the horse ride together instead of bringing up the Targs.

>>42998147

> Thank them for coming, maybe give thanks to the Smith (rather than the warrior it wasn't a real battle) for your sucess (Dontos would like that.)

Also make it clear we're open for business deals.

>blackshaft

Alright I think I can cobble something together from this. Brynden will try to sound lordly.

>>42998349
Emphasis on "try"

>>42998349
Have him include a random essosi saying that he forgets he needs to translate until he's halfway through the next line.

>>42998147

We're going to need a wife too at some point. Maybe put the feelers out.

Even if the assembled crowd don't have a suitable match, it's worth putting the word out.

>>42998412
Eligible bachelors are one of the most gossiped about things anyway, second only to eligible heiresses

>>42998450
>Eligible bachelors are one of the most gossiped about things

Solhas and Barq are Brynden's lovers.

Brynden secretly serve Jon Arryn

Victus is actually the bastard child of a Esossi princess Brynden seduced

Brynden is a imposter.

I am sure there are many more rumours and gossips about.

>>42998490
>Brynden secretly serve Jon Arryn
That's not a rumor, that's just the blatant truth. The rumor is that we secretly served john arryn from the very start, pay no attention to the fact that we never met the man before we left westeros

>>42998147

I was going to suggest the name "Woe" for Brachen's spear that he found in the quest, but i think the Dragonbone bow would fit that nicely.

"Honored Lords and Ladies, Knights and squires, I thank you all for attending this celebration in the name of me and my house. Many thanks must also be given to my uncle, Ser Dontos, for without his stalwart defense of my and our houses reputation many of you would have to find poorer fare this evening."

"Praise must also be given to Ser Curtis and Moras, both fine archers in their own right and, if the seven had not granted me their divine luck, their skill would probably have carried them to win their tourney between them, with myself a mere distant third."

"Many of you now know the martial prowess of our house, and many of you will see the great things my house can provide by simply casting your eyes around the villa while I bore you all with my long winded words. But in closing I say this; My....(take a look at Dontos and your men) Our house can provide wonderful benefits, can be found as a stalwart ally and friend, a stone that can weather the strongest storms, and, if crossed, can bring a terrible storm of hooves."

"May we find all of us here friends and potential partners. To House Malroy and all assembled. Tonight, our honor is to entertain you and yours, and surely there is no greater".

>>42998566
Dude. You are late.

>>42998599

I've noticed that when i posted.

>>42998599
Not that anon but I've had extremely late suggestions worked into Father's posts before, always worth a shot.

>>42998566

I like this speech, incorperates everything anons have suggested.

>>42998566

instead of storm of hooves I should have wrote

hopefully such a dark day won't ever be seen in such wonderful country as the Crownlands.

or something similar. Needed to be a bit more vague.

>>42998565
Yeah but i dont think it is public knowledge just yet. Dontos did mention it has been talked about

You finger at one of the arrows in the quiver, Lucas had replaced the chipped and beaten arrow of your last shot among them. You doubted it would ever see use again and it fell shorter than the rest, if nothing else a good luck charm to sit amongst the rest. The quiver was a beautiful thing, dark as the arrows themselves, a belt of golden brown allowed it to loop to your waist with ease. There was the imprint of a horse’s head on the quiver itself. It was a lordly gifted, one you had never received before in your life. Ser Lucas had out done himself, you knew it was in a bid to bind his House further to your own, helping out his less charismatic brother, though in truth it was something you would allow. Even the lowest of Knightly Houses had use as allies, even further if elevated by their allies.

You raises your hands and the crowd quiets again, looking to you in anticipation. Dontos has taken a seat, alongside Benjin, they both looked to you with a gleam of happiness, “I… Thank you. Assembled esteemed guests of the Seven Kingdoms. And you Ser Lucas Longwaters, for a gift fit for a prince.”

They politely clap and you falter a bit, laughing to yourself and brush your hair back, an action that draws the looks of many young ladies, “I’ve never thought to be in such a position. My House was hung low, I, a second son, was not meant for this life. Yet here I stand by the graces of the Seven. The Smith guided my hand to victory. The Father and Warrior my Uncle’s.”

The more pious of the crowd approves of the motion, Dontos looks to you and beams at the mention.

“But… This is only the first step of many. My House is yet on the cusp of rebirth, there is still much to do. Many to see. But know this, the Horse races alongside the Stag, we shan’t not be forgotten to the annuals of history. Ñuhor līr gūrēnna.”

You gain a strange look, though it would appear a few knew your words of High Valyrian, you continue unphased by it.

“Tonight though is in celebration of my House. Her Household, from those low that serve food of elegance and wine strong, to my men, Mors the Marsher, Curtis Flowers, Ser Mason, Ser Wesley, them all, that stand in stalwart defense of my lands and her name, to my Uncle that stood boldly against the Kingsguard, the Black Knight to their white. And all others. May we find all of us here friends and potential partners. To House Malroy and all assembled. Tonight, our honor is to entertain you and yours, and surely there is no greater."

They cheer and you deflate, happy to wave your servants on to begin serving the meal, you take your seat, Jon and Lucas by your sides, “A wonderful speech my Lord,” Jon adds to your ear.

“I’d have rathered not, I didn’t get the ‘how to impress nobility training’ in Essos,
you say with a laugh and pulling the wine to your lips to wash out the words.

The feast begins and you enjoy a moment, many come before you offering official congratulations and thanks. You were given the eye by no less than 4 young ladies of the Crownlands and one of the Vale. In fact she was last, accompanied by the mystery Knight you had seen by Lord Arryn’s side many times before.

“My Lord, the Hand of the King, Lord Jon Arryn would like to offer his sincerest congratulations. It is my honor in service to my Lord and my House of Grafton to bestow such honors upon you. And a gift, from his personal cellars.”

A gift that spoke more to your relationship to the Hand, than the Crown.

>Accept this gift
>Politely decline

>>42998820

>Accept this gift


Out of curiosity, who was eyeing us up?

>>42998820
The more publicly we're tied to arryn the less likely anyone is to fuck with us, obviously accept.

>>42998820
>Accept this gift

>>42998861
I hadn't actually thought about it, since they aren't main storyline interests. Let's go with two ladies of House Harte, one of Wendwater, and an overly plump lady of House Brune.

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>>42998820
Another loyalist House
>Accept this gift

>>42998932
>loyalist Vale Houses
>Dorne trip with Jon Arryn

Son of a bitch Arryn is trying to marry us off. YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD

>>42998976
You will do as i say Rober-I mean Brynden!

>>42998919
Harte is a three stag shield, i wonder if they have any bloodline relation to the House Baratheon

>>42998820
>>Accept this gift

Check the Vale Lady isn't married or set to be, is pretty, and if so, flirt.

>>42998820
>Accept this gift

Of course we'll accept.

>>42998820

>If the lady is pretty, flirt

You mean that Arryn's gift wasn't merely your presence?

>>42999108
Man you would give Dontos a hemorrage, expecting another bastard.

>>42999108

I like this,

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>>42999139
Dont worry about bastards anon. Just remember our House Words

>>42999139
"Uncle uncle uncle I've learned my lesson...

We just exchanged oral sex"

So, I think I know how to convince the martells not to start shit, but I don't think arryn will like it.

>>42999200
>"Uncle uncle uncle I've learned my lesson...

Pregnancies can't happen if you get them in the ass!"

>>42999222

Nice dub trips.

>>42999200
>>42999230
Anal. Nature's condom.

>>42999150

Of what use is a stallion if not put out to stud?

>>42999222
The whole deal is ask them what crimss they would forgive of whoever brought them the mountain's head, then point out that Robert was himself grieving. Whose banner did the mountain and Royce redward March under? It wasn't a stag! Given Arryn a win here strengthens the hand and in strengthening the hand you weaken the queen, and in weakening the queen you weaken the lannisters. Arryn won't like it because it's replacing outright war with a shadow war, but a shadow war is still better than outright war.

>>42999373
Exactly! I am sure uncle will understand and respect that.

“The Lord Hand does me a great honor Ser Grafton. Your presence only adds to such, I would gladly accept such a gift,” you say, he bows deeply and the Lady to his right curtsies, her blonde locks falling from place, a small smile upon her face as she regards you fully, she is a gorgeous woman, every bit the beauty the Queen should be but her face speaks of softness, not petty cruelty, “Ser Grafton, if I may offer you a place among my table, in lieu of the Hand himself.”

“You do me honor my Lord, I would accept, so long as my dear sister my accompany me,” he responds returning from his bow.

“Of course Ser, might I ask your names?”

“Ser Grover Grafton of Gulltown and my dear sister-”

“Lady Giselle Grafton,” she interrupts locking her eyes with yours, they do not flame with the fire as your own, the soft blue seemingly swallowing it and returning the emerald flame of your own. She smoothes her red dress and places her hands over her midsection, breasts pushed together in a certain way to tantalize, but not be overt with the effect.

“A pleasure, both,” you respond attempting to maintain eye contact, Lucas leaves off, happy to take the chance to continue his flirtations with Lady Conklyn and Ser Grafton takes his place, Lady Giselle to his side. You chat a moment with them both, she is quiet and speaks little outside of moments where she is needed or to correct her brother.

Lady Sereya and Ser Jon take your ear and you pull into their words, though distracted by lamb in red wine, “My Lord. My dear wife has taken the liberty of providing entertainment for the night. I’ve little and less idea of Essosi fare, but she was quite happy to provide.”

You thank Lady Sereya and she waves off to her handmaiden. You watch for a moment and see a few scantily clad women setting up lengths of silk from the ceiling, securing them where usually standards flew. You had seen such a performance before, though once and in Volantis and immediately knew what this spoke to. The assembled guests whisper in interest to such entertainment, the Lords watching with a slight blush alongside their ladies to the more scantily clad of them.

A clap calls the fullest attention to the 3 young women before you. Two to each side, with one in the middle. She caught your eye in fullness, a body of youth, filled with curves but one with the tone of an athlete. They twirl and you catch a glance of her rear, full, round heartshaped, her hair cascades to her mid back, falling to ringlets near the end. She wears little, but silks of red, her bolts of black not unlike your own. And a mask, a mask that looks more a carapace than a thing of beauty.

“They call her The Empress Scorpion, my Lord, a woman of Dorne, they speak of,” Sereya whispers to you, your eyes still caught as she mounts the two strands of silk and pulls herself up and the music begins. She climbs the top, wrapping the lengths about her body, and pulls into position, letting go and holding herself outstretched between the two. The crowd oooes, and she pulls herself up, wrapping them further about her body. For a moment it looks like she is stuck, then she falls away, they gasp thinking she was to fall and she is caught. Her body at full length, the silk caught about her thigh and arms. The crowd claps and you do alongside them.

You believed the act was called aerial silks, a dance of danger upon simple strand, though gorgeous in its execution. She begins to pick up her pace, less flowery more brutal movements, swinging into poses with ease but with an aggression. Her helpers below bring a bow, and she calls for it, catch it with her free hand, an arrow caught in the other placed into her mouth. She wraps herself up again and is caught into a pose with her arms freed, she cranes her back and draws the bow, notching the arrow, firing with a simple ease into a target held by her helpers. The crowd again approves and claps for them and they continue on. Not soon after a few more shots they come down into the crowd and they come to your table, suddenly inviting you to hold the next target. You had been speaking with Ser Grafton at the moment and were only a glimpse away from speaking to the Lady Giselle. But a bit of fun never hurt.

>Accept their offer and join the act?
>Decline, speak to Ser Grover and Lady Giselle instead.

Fucking internet keeps eating my trip, FFS.

>>42999506
>Accept their offer and join the act?

We simply got to.

>>42999506

>Accept their offer and join the act?

But be on your toes B, this could head south fast if we are not careful.

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>>42999506
>>Accept their offer and join the act?

>red
>black
>empress scorpion
>woman of dorne

Wait a god damn minute.

>>42999545
>Qorgyl
Hot damn. We have scored jackpot

>>42998976
This is not entirely inaccurate.

>>42998995
Neither is this.

>>42999545
Wow that was fast.

>>42999506
>Decline, speak to Ser Grover and Lady Giselle instead.

This is how you get assasinated

>>42999572
Dontos pls. Let us have some fun. Go be broody and paranoid somewhere else

>>42999506

>Decline

Nope nope nope. A woman from Dorne, called the empress Scorpion? How much you want to bet Dorne already knows of the coming peace talks, or that she is of a faction that wants war?

Besides, there's an old saying that says you shouldn't let your victories defeat you. Brynden has reached a pinnacle for the evening. He needs to network.

>>42999613
Dont think it is really known we are going to Dorne just yet. So i very much doubt that.

>>42999506
>>Accept their offer and join the act?
WHAT COULD GO WRONG

>>42999506
>Accept their offer and join the act?

DO IT FAGGOT

>>42999611
Whoa whoa whoa, the paranoia is 100% brynden, baby. You think an enemy commander never sent him a whore with a poison dagger over in essos?

>>42999656
Yeah. He foils their plans then fucks them unconcious!

>>42999506
>Decline, speak to Ser Grover and Lady Giselle instead.

But be polite about it, something about being distracted and not wanting to fumble the target.

>>42999644

Everyone has eyes and ears in King's landing. Just cause it is not widely known doesn't mean it's not already known to the interested parties.

>>42999613
Would Oberyn go to such length to fuck the peace talks? yeah he would.
Would Doran try to fuck up Oberyn's plan, yeah he most likely would.

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>>42999506
>Accept their offer and join the act
I mean... Would you not?

>>42999724
The standard excuse is having had too much to drink.

>>42999729
Dont worry so much anon. Relax. Take it easy on the Shadowrunning.

>>42999759
There is no shadowrunning hard enough when you're preparing to spoil the red viper's fun

>>42999741

Because we've got a hot Andal sitting next to us.

>>42999777
I seriously doubt Oberyn knows of us since we were first selected to join today and it would be weird if we were singled out like that.

>>42999801
I doubt arryn first got the IDEA to invite us today.

>>42999801
>I seriously doubt Oberyn knows of us since we were first selected to join today and it would be weird if we were singled out like that.

A good rule of thumb is if you see a Dornishman, there is either poison in your wine or scorpions in your bed.

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>>42999759

>Oberyn Sends an assassin called Empress scorpion.
>Hot and attractive, easy to tempt a lord like ourselves and the HDW faction.
>Then Oberyn sends a messenger on 4chan to convince anons that it's perfectly legit.

I'm fucking on to you Oberyn. Don't you think I'm not.

>>42999843
>or scorpions in your bed.

Oh there will be.

>>42999782
Hey man I like arryn bug picking us out a wife is a bit TOO arryn's man for my taste, but fucking her WITHOUT marrying her would be incredibly rude to our main benefactor

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>>42999851
Dont be like that anon. Have some wine. Its from the Arbor.

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>>42999741
>>42999749
>>42999749
>>42999759
>>42999777
>>42999782
>>42999801
>>42999840
>>42999843
>>42999851
>>42999863
>>42999873
HOT
DORNISH
WIFE

>>42999873
>bug
So can everyone tell when I post from my obvious phoneposting or what?

The two ladies before you plead for your assistance, begging you on pouted lip, you roll your eyes and beg leave of Ser Grafton, he does not look offended by the act, but more so confused as to why you would do so. Lady Giselle however continues her interest, watching you take your scaled cloak off and flourish it over your seat in acceptance. The two ladies clap happily and play to the crowd, dancing their way back to the stage, you in between them both. You unclasp a few of your buttons and allow yourself to breath, the two ladies fawn over you a moment and draws a few calls of jealous. The shorter of the two hand you a target and you look up to this Empress Scorpion. She eyes you behind her mask, her eyes look a deep blue, a stark contrast to her otherwise salty dornish looks and she smiles when you incline your head to her.

She climbs again and takes a pose not unlike the first, though she twists to the side and aims, you quirk an eyebrow and hold the target over your head. She looses and it strikes true. The crowd’s gasp changes to applause again and you enjoy the silliness of the act, while a Lord you were hardly above such things. It did nothing to your personal pride. You're handed another target and shift to another side of the cleared area for the act. She pulls herself into another position, aims, and looses before you are entirely ready. You cast a look to her and she merely smiles, blowing you a kiss before leaning into another pose. Oh she wanted to play like that then? Her looses were easy, the arrow flying slowly enough not to be a major danger. If you wished you could catch the next. Steal her thunder a mite.

>Play back, catch the next arrow (Yes you’ve done that before)
>Continue to play her game

I'm fucking dying over here from the conversation. You guys have no idea.

>>42999938
>Play back, catch the next arrow (Yes you’ve done that before)

AW SHIT NIGGA

>>42999938
>Play back, catch the next arrow (Yes you’ve done that before)

>>42999938
>>Play back, catch the next arrow (Yes you’ve done that before)

>>42999938
>I'm fucking dying over here from the conversation. You guys have no idea.
From the conversation... OR FROM DORNISH POISON?

>>42999938
>Play back, catch the next arrow (Yes you’ve done that before)

Try to keep eye contact. Establish dominace!

>>42999986
Mostly the conversation. But don't say that too loudly my own HDW might start getting ideas.

>>42999889

>Wine
>Not water colored red from snake venom and fruit juice

What's next? A Hot Dornish woman offering to cook me some pork with an exceptionally large knife?

Why don't I just walk down the boneway for you and save you the trouble?

>>42999938
>>Play back, catch the next arrow (Yes you’ve done that before)

When we fail, and get an arrow in hand the we're going to look so ridiculous.

Alright, looks like we're going to play a dangerous game of flirtation.

Roll a 5d6 for Quickness. (See I told you you've done this before.)

>>42999938

>catch the arrow.

If we gonna die we gonna die as Shiny and Chrome as possible.

Rolled 3, 1, 2, 2, 2 = 10 (5d6)

>>43000084

Rolled 3, 1, 2, 3, 3 = 12 (5d6)

>>43000084

Rolled 2, 4, 3, 5, 4 = 18 (5d6)

>>43000084

If we catch her shaft will she play with ours?

>>43000110
Thank gods. I hope that saved us

>>43000084
Seven take the wheel

>>43000092
Seven witness us

>>43000084

dice+5d6

My first time rolling dice in a tg quest ever.

>>43000110
Just a touch better than average.

Lets damn well hope it works out. We could lose fingers here.

>>43000142
Well that was expected.
It goes in the options field anon.

>>43000146
She was doing it rather lazily and slow so we should hopefully be in the clear

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>>43000033
Drink the goddamn wine anon!

Success, two degrees.

The taller of the two hands you another target and puts you into position at the further side of the hall. A few of your guests sit behind you and clap with glee to the front row seats. You lower the target closer to your side and she poses again lining up the spot as she circles slowly. You watch her movements, trained on her fingers, not the eyes that were attempting to draw you away. She licks her lips and looses, in that moment you drop the target, the nobleborn guests behind you gasping for fear of a sudden death. Her eyes widen to your movement and you cast a sly little smile, the world comes to a stop for a moment and her eyes narrow, and then your hand lashes out and you pull the arrow from its path. Rolling along with the movement and holding it up in victory, twirling it along you fingers. The crowd claps instead for you and your entertainment looks none too entertained by you stealing her thunder. You cast a glance upwards again and her lips are fit into a pout, her fingers drawing lazily on the bow in your general direction. You walk towards her and stand below, thrusting the arrow into a bucket with a smooth movement. She wraps herself up and draws into a pose where she is nearly upside down her eyes meeting yours. You blow her a kiss back and her eyes widen at your nerve.

Nodding your head to the arrows you dare her again and her mouth turns to a twist of slyness. You were challenging her rather openly now. Her assistants stand to either side of you and she drops the bow to one, and lowering herself to the floor, to the crowds happiness, they clap in recognition of an act well done. She draws closer to you, hand on hip, the other playing with an arrow, “Oh champion of marksmanship. Your flirtations are too much for a lady such as myself, so bold, so filled with nerve, I think my heart grows faint,” her eyes roll and you note the heavy sarcasm in her voice, a little minx this one was, challenging you.

“Am I to fall into your arms like the ladies of this court would? Or the simple folk about King’s Landing?” her voice was that of silk, not unlike your own, and she drew a finger upon your chest as she circled you, voice upon a whisper, “Or would you rather a challenge?”

So, would you like a challenge?
>Accept
>Decline

And yes, you are making all the ladies mad jealous right now.

>>43000449
>Accept
So jelly, you could spread them on toast.

>>43000449
>Accept

>>43000449
>Accept

Just make sure the guests arent at risk

>>43000449
>Accept

Would never live it down declining.

>>43000449
>Accept
We're in too deep can't decline now

If you pay close attention you can see Dontos having a heartattack

>>43000449
Decline
"This has been fun but I'm pretty sure my uncle is about to die of stress"

>>43000449

She knows about the Seamstress, and the Whore. Definitely a spy.

>Decline

Prior engagement I'm afraid. The go back and talk to giselle grafton. Make Dorne girl chase you.

>>43000532
>She knows about the Seamstress, and the Whore. Definitely a spy.

I think she just meant the people in general

>>43000496
>>43000503

Guys we're the Lord who can shoot the dick of a fly from a mile away. We've got nothing to prove.

>>43000579
Anon. the die has been cast. We cannot decline now.

>>43000522

Opps, I must have cut that out somewhere. Dontos left the room before the performance began, because you know. Women make him uncomfortable.

>>43000449

>Accept

Am i myself to swoon because of your insatiable charm, to fall prey to unlordly thoughts because of that coyness of eye and the smirk upon your lips like many men in King's landing or even in this court?

whisper back "Careful fine lady, lest you finally found a stallion to bold to tame."

Though shit that last line may be a bit too overt

>>43000621
Dont overdo it anon

>>43000591
Like hell we can't. We're a lord, her challenge is beneath us, and we're SUPPOSED to be trying to be less of a slut. We've had some fun but don't have any need to go the distance
>>43000601
>implying he wouldn't sense it

>>43000621
Definitely don't say uh... Any of this

>>43000648
There is no common sense anon. Only Hot Dornish Women.


Though i do wonder what is going through Victus head right now. Unless he followed Dontos.

>>43000591
>Anon. the die has been cast. We cannot decline now.

I don't mind too much if we do it, I'm just saying, we are the lord, they are in our villa. This girl clearly seems like she's used to baiting men. I think we'll look much more appealing to her and the jealous ladies being boss enough to say a confident no.

>>43000621
Rather not that write in.

>>43000648
Depends on who this entertainer is. If its who we believe it could be, then it'll all work out in the end.

>>43000692
I dont think so. We have challenged her and we will have to fight her.

Kinda concerned we may be blowing it with Jon Arryn's girl, ignoring her in favour of Dornish chick, will make it back to him through Ser Grafton and he might think better of taking us to Dorne (he's probably not taking us there to fuck Dorne into submission.)

>>43000795
Are you sure? This is Brynden we are talking about. Not to mention Dontos could also get his dick wet or get dicked there as well with no repercussions. Perhaps that's the entire plan Arryn has.

>>43000795
>>43000838
Probably hoping that he can show off a "forgiven "Crownlander to convince them that it isnt so bad, probably also hoping that Brynden and Oberyn's common background could help.

If we decline, we look like a huge, flopping, dribbly pussy in front of EVERYONE. Especially backing out after the arrow-catching.

>>43000795

Dude, if you know women you know this is the best way to get Arryn's girl. They are like cats, you give something too much attention they'll climb all over you to get some.

>>43000889
Like keyboards, food plate. Pretty much anything that isnt them.

“You act as if I do not enjoy a challenge,” you respond back watching her rolling step about you with a lazy stare.

“That is not what I have been told Lord Brynden. They speak your name through fits of giggles, like maidens unwed, if they had it their way you would be ” she cooes back and stops her stride, stretching out her hand for her bow, “An answer my Lord?”

“A challenge then Lady..?”

“Empress.”

“Alright. Empress, a challenge, name your game,” you respond beginning to work your doublet off, the crowd has begun to pay attention to your little dance, and the ladies sing when you free yourself of the confining garment, a simple undershirt being all that remains. Your body was lean and muscled but well toned, and it had the scars of a sellsword about it, your life before lordship making itself well known. A few of the ladies sing to you with whistles and you laugh, while keeping your attentions on your quarrel.

“A simple game my Lord. They call you a champion of archery, so it should be no small thing to defeat a lady such as I,” she smiles and spins away from you, “A contest of bows, a game of HORSE. You take your shot, I match it, if I do not I gain a letter. And vice versa. If I make it, then it is my turn. Accepted?”

The crowd has quieted, watching you now, no doubt they would enjoy watching you show off a moment, smile plays upon your lips and your voice turns to velvet again, “Accepted. Bring me my bow.”

Those in attendance begin to call and clap for you, your eyes cast about the room and you notice Ser Grafton sitting back into his seat, while Lady Giselle continues to watch you intently, Jon, Sereya, and Lucas are in fits, luckily Dontos and Victus are gone but the others of your Household giving you varying degrees of amusement in response. Mors brings your bow to you and you strap your new arrows to your side, a target is rolled across the hall and you wave her on, adding as she walks off, “Ladies first.”

She stops and turns on her heel, eyes locking with you, she stretches the bow over her head and aims backwards, she smiles and lets loose, the arrow striking true. Your guest clap gasping again, seven hells are they simple folk to amuse, “Your turn Lord Blackshaft.”

You roll your eyes and take the same position, you had done this sort of trick shot before, impressing women was one of the extents of your marksmanship abilities. You notch and lock eyes with her.

>Roll 6d6 for Marksmanship

No I don't plan to go through this entire game. That would take forever.

>>43000885
Again, we're a lord, and she's the entertainment. Her challenge is beneath us, if we were so inclined we could play it off like it was nothing because IT IS.

Rolled 6, 2, 3, 1, 4, 4 = 20 (6d6)

>>43000948

Rolled 5, 1, 6, 3, 3, 3 = 21 (6d6)

>>43000948
ffffff

Rolled 1, 1, 6, 6, 6, 6 = 26 (6d6)

>>43000948
Come on.

Rolled 4, 1, 3, 3, 2, 4 = 17 (6d6)

>>43000948
check out these 1s

>>43000966
>>43000970
>>43000982

Easy shot.

>>43000982
Hot damn. We are going to see if our arrow fits in her quiver.

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>>43000982
>MFW SATAN GUIDES MY DICE

Rolled 6, 4, 5, 3, 3, 1 = 22 (6d6)

>>43000948

witness me brothers, so that a hot dornish wife we may have!

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>>43000998
Come on man, we need to prove to dontos that we have literally any self control whatsoever. If need be we can keep in touch and fuck her later. Also with the audience here its best not to be COMPLETELY blatant about how we'd repeatedly cheat on anyone we married, because that will reduce our prospects.

>>43000948

Looking at his character sheet it says bows 5d with 2b bonus dice.

Shouldn't it be 7d6?

>>43001057
We're using a bow that reduces accuracy for power

>>43001074

ah okay

Rolled 6, 2, 4, 2, 5, 2 = 21 (6d6)

>>43000948

>>43001053
It is the wrong head that is in control. We are playing a dangerous game of flirting much to the enjoyment of all the ladies. Besides we are not married so that wont be a problem. Infact we are most likely giving 99% of the women in the audience a fantasy right now.

>>43001053
You mean we aren't going to have sex with her while hanging from the silks while all the nobles watch?

Prude

Success.

Before you loose you ask, “We have not spoken terms, Empress.”

She ponders for a moment, tapping her chin and then pointing that finger at her chest, “If I win, you pay me double. And I take your golden laurel as prize.”

Your face twists and you fire, the arrow flying true and planting alongside hers, she rolls her eyes and you speak, “And if I win?”

She takes her spot next and aims from across her hip, not an entirely difficult shot if you had the training but her calls to her assistants lead to an apple being placed upon the target, “And if you win Lord Blackshaft. Then my performance is free. And you win my attentions for the night,” she fires and the apples flies to pieces, “Deal?”

She saunters off and you up the same stance, “Deal.”

Roll 6d6 for Marksmanship.

Rolled 5, 4, 5, 4, 3, 4 = 25 (6d6)

>>43001132

Rolled 6, 6, 6, 5, 1, 6 = 30 (6d6)

>>43001132

I don't want to lose that laurel

Rolled 6, 6, 5, 2, 2, 5 = 26 (6d6)

>>43001132
Don't fail me now, baby.

Rolled 2, 5, 4, 6, 1, 6 = 24 (6d6)

>>43001132

>>43001160
Dont think that is in any danger.

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>>43001160
>mfw

Dude what the fuck. Where the hell were these rolls when we were trying to win an archery contest? Yeah that's all sorts of a success.

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>>43001160

FUck yes

>>43001186

It's cause there wasn't a woman for a prize

>>43001187
Poor Dontos when he realize that the best way to get results out of his nephew is to hang some poontang as bait.

>>43001248
I said it once and i will say it again, Dontos really dont get how to motivate or reach his nephew.

>Ser Grafton sitting back into his seat,

We should try to improve his disposition once we're done being Robin Hood.

>>43001132
>And you win my attentions for the night,

Take a rain check for another time. Don't have this girl tonight. It will hurt our rep.

>>43001370
>Win the competition without even trying

>We're bored of her and don't bother to take her up on her forfeit

I'm not actually interested in spending the night with her

>>43001370
Not really. It will be done after the guests has left.

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>>43001392
>Not wanting to hit up the Qorgyle.
It's like you don't even want the HDW

Too much Success.

Your arrow flies while you maintain eye contact, striking your own apple straight through and pinning it to the wall behind. You shrug and walk over to a table where a small gaggle of ladies sit, they go into fits of giggly laughter when you ask for a drink and lean over to one kissing her cheek in thanks. Lady Scorpion however gives you a look of disbelief. Your attention was on her, but she would have to work for it. Turning again and waving her on you play your little game. It goes back and forth into the evening, your guests are captivated by your dance with the exotic woman. A few leave, but many others go deep into their cups, bets begin to form, calls for your victory, and others enjoying the challenge the Empress was giving you. Ser Lucas joins you for a moment and you very VERY seriously discuss strategy for a moment. Strategy mostly consists of drinking more wine. He nearly loses it when you fire a shot from upon your own chair balanced on two legs and make it into the target.

Your game continues on and you find yourself with a HORS to match her own, she had a flexibility you could not match, firing absurd shots from contortions, while you the strength to drive through multiple targets with the same shot. She positions another shot, though the the aid of her assistant holding the bow for her and nails a candle in your chandelier. Your head turns to the Lady Giselle that has been sitting alongside her brother almost the entire time, and wave her to you, “My Lady, if you would be so kind.”

She blushes profusely and then stands, slipping her shoes off and delicately dancing to your side, you saddle up behind her and position her arms, quick finger touches sending her skin to deeper and deeper reds as you continue on, “Now hold please,” you say drawing the bow fully.

Roll 6d6 for Marksmanship.

>>43001370
Nah, don't disrespect the woman. She is talented and interesting.

We should use her forfeit to find out who she really is though.

Rolled 1, 3, 6, 2, 1, 2 = 15 (6d6)

>>43001422

COme on Brynden

Rolled 2, 5, 4, 1, 3, 2 = 17 (6d6)

>>43001422
>Ser Lucas joins you for a moment and you very VERY seriously discuss strategy for a moment. Strategy mostly consists of drinking more wine. He nearly loses it when you fire a shot from upon your own chair balanced on two legs and make it into the target.

Fucking hell Brynden.

Rolled 5, 3, 2, 4, 6, 4 = 24 (6d6)

>>43001422
GIVE ME POWWWERRRR

Rolled 5, 4, 1, 4, 1, 5 = 20 (6d6)

>>43001422

Rolling

Rolled 2, 4, 2, 4, 4, 6 = 22 (6d6)

>>43001422
Come on man.

Rolled 4, 3, 5, 4, 2, 1 = 19 (6d6)

>>43001422
So we have reach she has flexibility?

>>43001458
I'm so glad someone got that reference.

>>43001445
What can I say, Brynden is a showman.

>>43001422
>She blushes profusely and then stands, slipping her shoes off and delicately dancing to your side, you saddle up behind her and position her arms, quick finger touches sending her skin to deeper and deeper reds as you continue on, “Now hold please,” you say drawing the bow fully.

Awesome idea getting Lady Giselle to take the shot. But be a gentleman, I'd rather not duel her brother.

Also good grounds to decline the booty call. We can say the Lady Giselle beat her- not us. Take a rain check. Then once we've got Lady Giselle on side. Threeway.

>>43001447
That Dornish booty is ours.

>>43001580
>Also good grounds to decline the booty call. We can say the Lady Giselle beat her- not us. Take a rain check. Then once we've got Lady Giselle on side. Threeway.

Dont think that is how it would work out. And dont worry. I am pretty sure the bootycall will be after everyone has already left.

>>43001580

>Threeway.
AND then Dontos walks in.

Success.

You lock your eyes with the Lady Giselle, who is shaking with a fit of fear, “Do not worry my Lady,” you whisper and she smiles her face turning to a final shade of red. You let loose and she nearly drops your bow, stepping back from the recoil, a fall you catch, and swing her to her feet again, her hand falling your chest. The candle is plucked from its spot and falls to the ground as you make the shot with ease, “Thank you Lady Giselle. I will be sure to ask your assistance in further feats should I so need,” you whisper into her ear and she comes off you, curtseying with a stumbled grace, and returning to her brother. A brother that is none to happy with your flirtations.

You bow in response, drink hardly changing your care, and turn your attentions back to the task at hand. You go back and forth for another two rounds, and on the third she misses her shot, finally. You’ve only a simple shot, well relatively, a candle sat across the way, your aim, the wick and the flame that danced upon it. You stretch out your bow and take aim, notching a final arrow. Ready. Aim.

Roll 6d6 for Marksmanship.

>>43001606
People will still know the booty call happened, and we'll still piss off dontos though. Actively have her leave so people see we didn't fuck her, and tell dontos "look I can toe the line without actually doing anything, I've learned my lesson"

Rolled 1, 6, 2, 3, 6, 5 = 23 (6d6)

>>43001644
SEVEN GUIDE MY DICE

Rolled 3, 3, 2, 4, 4, 2 = 18 (6d6)

>>43001644

Rolling again

Rolled 3, 3, 1, 6, 4, 1 = 18 (6d6)

>>43001644

>>43001654
Few to no one will care and Dontos. We have been good, we earned this.

Rolled 2, 3, 1, 3, 3, 4 = 16 (6d6)

>>43001644

Rolled 3, 2, 2, 3, 6, 2 = 18 (6d6)

>>43001644

Lets do this.

>>43001669
>>43001672
>>43001678

That fucking 23-1 = 22, winning the day there son, by one.

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>>43001689

>>43001644
ha. We will probably have to apolagize to him at some point.

>>43001678
>We have been good,
We JUST learned about the probable seamstress bastard, this is seriously the worst possible time

>>43001750

WE learned that we have to force feed moon tea to some girls.

>>43001750
We won the archery contest, we behaved ourselves in court and let Dontos have his moment. We gave a great speech which Dontos approved very much.

We can just sweeten the deal by building a Chapel for him with our winnings. Its like 4 Wealth.

>>43001750
Which is why we should make a point of learning who she is instead. This woman is more fun than anyone else we've met yet.

>>43001783
Oh yeah I don't mind that. I just very much dont want us to fuck her (tonight) and would prefer to actively make a show of NOT fucking her.

>>43001834
Anon you need to calm down. You are having a stroke. It wont be that bad. Dont worry.

>>43001644
>A brother that is none to happy with your flirtations.

Seriously guys we really should try to improve relations with ser grafton, we'll get nowhere with his sister if he hates us.

And don't bang the Dornish girl. It only hurts our rep, and relationship with uncle Dontos. We can flirt and agree to see her again if we want to find out her story.

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>Dontos' face during all this.
>Brynden's face when he realize it's the same when Dontos see a knight that strike his fancy.

Loose. Your arrow flies true and you lower your bow and look at Lady Scorpion, she had maintained her poise throughout this, but the annoyance upon her face was obvious. You were playing her game just as well as she was, the archery game a feigned reason to flirt and gain measure of you. She was someone else’s pet, you could feel it in her actions. Someone knew of your… Past with women and meant to exploit it with beauty and challenging your pride to a degree. They either knew you very well, or not well enough, given you played her game equally as well. She meets your eyes and then turns to the candle, just as the arrow passes over the wick and extinguishes the flame. They turn to a glare as she meets your drunken smile, and the crowd left over roars into laughter and applause. Rare is it the Lord of the Household is the entertainment for the better part of the night.

Casting eye about room, the Graftons had taken leave, Mason and Elionwy were alongside Jon and Sereya. Wesley was off in a corner with… A woman you knew, dressed in grey, you could not remember her name. The others about and being absurd in their merriment. Lucas comes to you and pats you on the shoulder, an offered cup of wine downed in an instant.

“I do believe that is game, Lady Scorpion.”

Her lips twist into another pout, “It would appear so Lord Blackshaft. Allow me to assist my girls in cleaning up, then we will speak of your… Glory.”

Your mind swirls for a moment and suddenly Dontos’ voice is in your ear, whispered upon a harsh tone, speaking to you to avoid something. Bloody hell uncle what. You shake your head and watch her leave off, you could turn down the offer, perhaps gain something else in return? Would he approve of that? You guessed. Drunken mind thought otherwise, but maybe.

>Allow the deal to continue as originally planned
>Decline the original prize, instead asking another (I’m guessing her name)

>>43001911
I think it is the fact that we flirted with his sister rather than the Qorgyle.

>>43001834
Anon, I think you're ignoring a vital part of this

HOT
DORNISH
PUSSY

im all for waiting though, but we're not letting this one escape

>>43001936

>Decline the original prize, instead asking another (I’m guessing her name)

>>43001936
>Decline the original prize, instead asking another

Actually i am fine with not having that Dornish Ass if we can get her name instead.

>>43001936
>Decline the original prize, instead asking another (I’m guessing her name)

>>43001936
>Decline the original prize, instead asking another (I’m guessing her name)

You guess right.

>>43001936
>>Decline the original prize, instead asking another (I’m guessing her name)
Or just bank it for another time.

>>43001960
>PUSSY

Oh, we can get it, just not right this second.

>>43001936
>Decline the original prize, instead asking another (I’m guessing her name)

>>43001980
Well if we find out she is not married, it would be a laugh to send an proposal.

>>43001936
Maybye state that our hospitality is always open for the three.

>>43001936
>>Decline the original prize, instead asking another (I’m guessing her name)
Name

Dontos would be so proud. You crazy drunk Valyrian sons of a bitches.

Brynden's passive Will holds up to the wiles and charms of the Empress Scorpion, you win this round suddenly less horny /tg/.

>>43002049
However. Brynden should also ask if they could meet again!

>>43002049
And that, kids, is why you always fap before voting

>>43002049
You should almost make a Will roll for it.

>>43002077
Next time dont anon. You turn into a bore!

>>43001936
>the Graftons had taken leave.

Dammit, wanted to find out what their deal was. Send a message to them, apologising and inviting them back another day.

>>43002094
It was obviously trying to put the girl on us on Jon Arryn's behalf. But we picked the Dornish route instead.

>>43002115
>>43002115
>It was obviously trying to put the girl on us on Jon Arryn's behalf.

Probably but that's not a bad idea. She's hot, chaste, and the graftons are a big deal. They run Gulltown. The biggest town in the vale.

Plus we get the Hand of the King on side.

>>43001936
>Wesley was off in a corner with… A woman you knew, dressed in grey, you could not remember her name

Well, cousin Wesely has fun.

>>43002173
And Brynden would had grown bored with her within a year and we already got the Hand on our side.

>>43002173
We're fairly loyal to the hand but at the same time I'm pretty sure we don't want to become his bitch. And frankly i think a chaste girl is actively a minus, whoever we marry needs to at the very least accept victus, because we loved his mother

You know if the opportunity comes up we should see about seducing the wife of our northern neighbor. Since she's what a possible alliance against us is based on.

>>43002318
"But uncle dontos, its STRATEGIC"

>>43002268

My feeling is given her family. We're missing a trick. We didn't even talk to her. I'm only saying make arrangements to see her again and see what up.

>>43002268
Being chaste doesn't mean she can't accept Victus, same as being a slut doesn't mean she'll accept Victus.

>>43002386
No, but its a tendency

“Wait, Lady Scorpion,” you call out and she stops, her step is less of flirtation now, it still rolls, but with a tired, “I would not speak of my glory. I would speak of you.”

Her eyes read you, quietly, her thoughts private and mulled over, and she walks back drawing in close to your ear, hand placed upon your shoulder the other interlacing itself with your free hand, “Have you not won enough my Lord?” she cooes.

You feel a warmth rise in you, her breasts pressed against you, hand leading you to her hip, she bites her lower lip and looks into your eyes with a want. And bloody hell do you desire, the burning in your manhood almost washes thought away, but you steel yourself, and reach to her hand removing it from your shoulder, much to your shock, “A victory, but unfair terms. I would ask a new prize.”

She replaces her hand on her hip and fixes you with a steady gaze, “And of what do you ask, my Lord?”

“Your name, my Lady.”

She pushes off and turns, flinging a hand into the air, “You are a mystery Lord Brynden,” she walks a few paces and throws over her shoulder, “Obella. May we meet again, my Lord.”

Obella. It stuck on your tongue as she sauntered off, rolling into her step more, her hair bouncing against her lack, sticking in spots where seat had collected. Lady Obella of Dorne. Perhaps you would meet her again, perhaps.

The night winds down, your few guests left leaving, promises of attending you in the coming days and speaking of trade or other topics, you bid them off through tired eye and word. Near the end you kept Jon and Sereya company in the dining hall, Lucas still working on Lady Racheal, who had taken to staying in your Villa long into the night over the past week. Dontos returns and eyes you for a moment, sighing before taking a seat alongside you, “I heard Brynden.”

“Dontos-”

“I’m not here to chastise Brynden. I cannot stop you flirting with women, I merely question of whom it is aimed towards. I am merely happy to see you alongside ally, rather than bed with woman.”

You sit quiet for a moment, unsure of how to respond, “Um, thank you uncle, I suppose.”

He nods, “I have not forgotten of the other but for now. Come, we need to get you off to bed. My sister will not be greeted by a hungover Lord. Your uncle pulled you to your feet, and Mason came to your side as well, ready to help you to your chambers, waving them off you stumble along, bidding your guests and household good night. You fall into your bed, half dressed, and quickly fall to sleep, the heat of lust burning away into the night. Her name upon your thoughts. Obella.

-The next day-

Your head felt like it was strapped into a torture device, you wanted relief but Benjin denied you insisting you ate and drank a fair amount of water before he treated your hangover further. Ser Lucas was in no better shape and you shared the day with the silver haired Knight buried deep in the Villa, away from the sunlight of the day.

“My Lord,” Lucas begins.

“Brynden. You can call me Brynden, Lucas.”

He chuckles, “Of course, Brynden. You are… Something else,if I may say so. No man would be so bold as to invite a Knightly House to stay with them or act as entertainment at a feast in his honor. And… I’ve never seen a man fire a bow half so well.”

“Thank you Lucas, are you sure you aren’t drunk still?” you laugh in response.

“Hardly. Though it does not color what I may ask regardless. Brynden, I would serve your Household, these past few weeks have brought esteem to the Longwaters name. Service to your House could only bring more. If you would have me my Lord, I would swear my sword to you.”

Upfront and clear, Ser Lucas was a man not unlike yourself, and he was happy to be amongst your men, Mason and Wesley having becoming fast friends with the quick tongued Knight, Victor enjoyed his mutual love for jest and Dontos, that he seemed a Knight true. You could hardly do with a better acquisition.

>Accept Ser Lucas Longwaters offer?
>Decline, his place is with his brother

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I LEAVE FOR A FEW MINUTES TO WALK TO THE STORE AND WE LET THE DELICIOUS DORNISH GET AWAY GODDAMN YOU /TG/

>>43002493
>Accept Ser Lucas Longwaters offer?
But warn him we may eventually face a foe in redwood, and that while we are joyed with his offer, we do not want him swearing to us blindly.

>>43002527
We won a shit tone of respect instead, which might allow us to propose to the woman instead. HDW for a day or HDW for a life?

>>43002493
Ask his brother first, I suspect he'd agree. It helps cement the potential marriage he's hoping for.

>>43002493
>>Accept Ser Lucas Longwaters offer!

I'd also recommend sending an apology to the Graftons and inviting them back after we return from our Aunt. Assuming we make it back from visiting our cousin.

>>43002527
HDS or HDW

I'd take the wife over the slut

>>43002493
>Accept Ser Lucas Longwaters offer?

>>43002564
Apology sure, maybe not invite them back but say that if there was more to discusss we're happy to do so in an environment free from distraction.

>>43002613
Hell maybe even straight up admit we think she was sent by someone who knew our vices and wanted to get to get a feel for what exactly the deal was

>>43002493
>Accept Ser Lucas Longwaters offer.
I don't see why not. More loyal swords can only help us.

>>43002650
>>43002613

Anon we chose our path. Dont play on two horses like that.

>>43002732
If the only thing to discuss was marriage I doubt they'll take us up on it, but anything beyond that and they might, that's why I phrased it the way I did.

>>43002776
Yeah. I just feel that doing it would turn them from annoyed to insulted playing them like that.

>>43002732

Don't see a problem with maintaining good relations with people. Besides it's not like sending a letter isn't a reasonable action to take.

“What of your brother?”

“Already in agreeance, it has been a length since we were separated, but in this new world, perhaps it is time for the Longwaters to finally make a name for themselves.”

You mull it over a bit, and your thoughts turn to Royce, “You do know of the trials my Household may face in the future Lucas, we’re a House of one, with enemies of three. The coming years may see more than glory brought to my House.”

Lucas scoffs and punches at your arm, “You act as if I would not relish in the chance. I know of what your House faces, but it will not do it alone Brynden. The Longwaters stand alongside you, in everything. My place at your side is only to solidify it.”

You nod and out stretch a hand, “An offer I would accept the Ser Lucas Longwaters of Long Isle.”

“You do me honor, Lord Brynden Malroy. Truly this Tourney has brought more than was ever to be expected.”

“You’ve more than truth in that Lucas,” you laugh and lean back into your chair, picking at an orange in pieces between the two of you.

-Timeskip-

But to where? We’ve three events to attend. I’m ready for them all, and would like to do whatever you guys are the most interested in right now.

>Attend the Horse Race with your aunt, Lady Isabella Malroy and uncle Ser Dontos Malroy
>Attend the Equestrian Competition, meeting with Lord Conklyn, taking Ser Lucas Longwaters and Lady Racheal Conklyn along
>Compete in the melee

>>43002795
I'm not trying to play them, if there's discussion to be had I'd like to discuss it, and we were a bit of an extra-poor host since they're the ones we ditched for the challenge which does merit an apology regardless.

>>43002877
I think melee should be in the middle, so we have a social-fight-social distribution

>>43002877
>Attend the Horse Race with your aunt, Lady Isabella Malroy and uncle Ser Dontos Malroy

>Compete in the melee

Which ever comes first.

>>43002877

They're all so tempting...

>>Attend the Horse Race with your aunt, Lady Isabella Malroy and uncle Ser Dontos Malroy

I also agree with melee being in the middle to get some face smashing in before the end of the night

>>43002877
which ever comes first chronologically. I don't really want to miss anything.

>>43002877
>Compete in the melee
Let's go kill that redward fuck

>>43002877
>>Attend the Horse Race with your aunt, Lady Isabella Malroy and uncle Ser Dontos Malroy.

>>43002906
Yeah, plus then it's horse-nothorse-horse

>>43002880

Totally agree with this. Even if we don't pursue anything with the Graftons it costs nothing to mitigate any bad feelings from ignoring them.

>>43003002
I dont know. I feel like the sister quite enjoyed that evening.

Alright we'll do.

>Horse Race
>Melee
>Equestrian Competition

After all of those we'll get to the final day of Jousting, and the final feast. It's likely a good bit of that will be next thread. I plan to finish up the Tourney and return home after the next thread, do the Illiad in Essos POV thread, then get back to business as usual preparing for the voyage to Dorne.

Anyway, let me get a piss and a stretch real quick. I hope everyone enjoyed the Obella stuff, since someone already guessed it, yes she is a Qorgyle, and just to ease thought, not a Sand. You may very well meet her again here soon.

>>43003039
Oh i did. She will most likely turn Brynden's head upside down.

>>43003039
I liked it.

Especially since it means we can finally put the meme to rest.

>>43003039
>everyone enjoyed the Obella stuff

I definitely enjoyed it.

But I'm much more keen on the shy and quiet Lady Giselle.

>>43003210
>/tg/ will never get HDW.

Watch us get bored of the slut and choose the other girl instead

>>43003210
HDW has become as "Milhouse is not a meme", at least for the GoT quests

>>43003210
haha, yeah right.

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House Qorgyle would make a fine friend and ally.

>>43003410
Judging from their position, shouldn't we be on roughly the same house level? A marriage could be a real possibility, and they are under the martell's, which might be very useful in the coming negotiations.

>>43003467
We are roughly the same tier yeah. Think they are slightly above us but nothing that should be too big of a problem.

And yeah. It could help us when we go to Dorne.

>>43003410
If we were ONLY to talk maps and armies, I'm pretty sure they're inferior to gulltown by virtue of distance, gulltown is honestly about as good as we can get outside of the crownlands. Beyond just looking at maps and armies though, if they're not willing to put up with our vices an alliance unfortunately simply isn't an option, because limiting our vices is about as good as we're going to get. (Also, I'm getting the feeling we're going to become the knightly equivalent of a college people go to for its frats)

>>43003234
I don't know why /tg/ wants to marry a girl from the land of cheaters

>>43003234
>>43003234
>>43003234
Giselle has potential but we need to get her angle before any further investment but honestly I'd rather pull a Bronn and have loyalist undertones while buddying up with the Martells and banging/mind breaking/waifuing a HDW we could have on the side in Dorne

>>43003524
Because 1) attractive exotic
2) more likely to accept our son
3) damn more interesting on a personal level.
oh and
4) it is a good trade opportunity

>>43003039
It kinda reminded me of Roxanne from Alexander

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8eO_g0Rrx_w

>>43003524
She is dark, mysterious, exotic and dangerous. There is a certain pull in that. She is perfect for Brynden.

Also if you want a more proper noblelady you can have that in Alyssa if it is true Page is returning.

>>43003524
To be fair the cheating is super-biased towards dudes getting to cheat, because no one wants to put up with confusing succession

>>43003589
Except Alyssa is secretly HDW

“Brynden. Did you ever send a letter to meet with the Graftons again?”

“Yes Dontos, I have not heard word back as of yet, or so Benjin says.”

Your Uncle grunts in response, and you continue along in silence, he was not exactly thrilled you almost spurned the Graftons, but you thought the situation salvageable, Lady Giselle seemed to have enjoyed herself at least. No doubt it was her brother that decided to leave without giving word. And if Lord Arryn truly sought you to his side through a marriage to the Vale, he would hardly allow such a night to ruin such.

“Now, my sister-”

“Is not a woman to be trifled with, isn’t that what you use to tell all of my suitors in King’s Landing brother?”

A woman had come up alongside yourself, riding her own golden horse, Dontos sat speechless for a moment, and you nodded to Ser Wagstaff that followed after her.

“I hardly doubt my nephew would be so bold,” she laughs, fanning herself. Your eye caught upon her, she looked exactly like Isis, her eyes were strong, posture straight, they were even built the same. Even their hair, your aunt’s a silvered mane braided over her shoulder, just as Isis’ often was, “It is good to see you again nephew, or should I say Lord Brynden.”

“ISABELLA!” Dontos suddenly comes to his senses and pulls to her side Penance snorting in response, her leans over and hugs his sister easily, as to not pinch her in his armor.

“Yes Dontos, it’s me. Calm yourself, you’re making a scene,” she laughs, her voice was delightful, but it was bold, she was a Lady in definition but the Malroy blood was in her, despite her age she looked far better than Dontos did. If you were from a distance she would appear hardly half her age, and likely could give men twice it a run for their money.

“Good to see you again Ser Wagstaff,” you say and he nods along, “Dontos are you quite done. The smallfolk won’t believe the ‘Black Knight of Malroy’ has gone soft so soon.”

He grumbles to himself and pulls behind yourself again, “Of course nephew.”

“Well I’ll be, he actually listens to you, Vamos never managed to get him that respectful, truly you are a Lord of little compare Brynden,” she saddles up alongside you and leans over to kiss you on the cheek. It was good to see your Aunt again, the last time had been nearly 18 years ago, she was a radiant bride at the time, and you just a young boy entirely unaware of why Aunt Isabella was leaving Steadhold.

Isabella fills the rest of your ride with smalltalk, asking after particular members of the House, Gawen and Benjin specifically. She told of her life in the Stormlands, House Benedorn was a coastal power opposite of Tarth, and though the rainy seasons were long she enjoyed her life there. Dontos asked of her son, and she spoke lightly of the subject, you had a feeling she did not wish to breach the topic further.

The horse race was to be held in the afternoon, the entire rest of the day was dedicated to those that wished to make bets, or inspect the horses for purchase or studding purposes. You spent moment’s alongside your Aunt and she spoke to each of the horses in the lists, her knowledge equal to your own. You felt at ease with her, she spoke in a collected way, but there was a fierceness to her that reminded you so much of Isis, like your sister still stood beside you only far older.

“Brynden, it is good to hear of you in a lighter tone. When I heard of my brother’s fate and your siblings, I grew worried. I begged Archie to send feelers into Essos for you but he forbade it. When Dontos reappeared and yourself not soon after, I was relieved, but I needed to see you both,” she sighs and cups your face in her hand, “I would have come to Steadhold had it not been for the family’s situation.”

Her eyes looked tired, there was the only resemblances to Dontos, tired from worry, from the unknowing, she was hardly at peace even now. You took her hand on your face and squeezed it tight, assuring her.

>Anything you would like to ask your Aunt of?
House Benedorn, her son, what she did during the Rebellion, etc. Anything really.

>Also, would you like to place a bet on the Horse Race?
Odds:
1.25:1 Laugh in the Eye
1.75:1 Faith
2.5:1 A Horse
5:1 The Parted Sea
13:1 Dark Horse

>>43003564
>2) more likely to accept our son

This has been mentioned a few times but I don't think it's true.

It very much depends on the woman- not her level of slutness.

>>43003702
Dorne as a whole has a culture of accepting bastards nowhere else really does. It will depend on the woman, but the odds are basically a reverse of the rest of westeros.