Kind eyes, kind words [Sansa Stark/Open]
Apr 6, 2013 22:50:28 GMT
Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2013 22:50:28 GMT
The young knight read over the strip of folded parchment once more. It was written in a delicate, yet decisive hand. He had read it once as soon as it was delivered, then immediately placed it on his small bedside table before grabbing a wineskin and swallowing several dark red mouthfuls. His room was small, but private, much more so than the barracks the guardsmen and common soldiers had shared. The letter had been delivered, slipped under his door in the early hours of the morning, before he had risen.
He had only noticed it when he had donned his clothes and mail and had prepared to leave for breakfast. He had since been sitting silently in his room for the past hour, his mind spinning. Long fingers brushed lightly over the parchment and hesitated a moment before gripping the paper and bringing it to eye level.
[Ser Alaric, your commander Ser Prestor Forley has spoken highly of you. The king welcomes you to the city and while he regrets he cannot meet with you and congratulate your knighthood in person, he is most pleased that another of the Creyon line has distinguished themselves so ably in the cause of House Lannister, The Iron Throne and all the Seven Kingdoms.
With the dissapearence of the Hound, my husbands young betrothed is without a dedicated guardian. While you are young, I have no doubt that you will rise to this task that the King has asked of you and serve the Lady Sansa with honor and chivalry as befits a knight of your station. Do not let her out of your site, do not let let her come to harm. Bring all whispers, plots and murmerings to me. Serve me well and you will be rewarded ser, fail me and I shall have you gelded and sent to the Wall to join your uncle.
-Cersei Lannister, Queen Regent]
Alaric rose from being seated on the bed. He dropped the parchment upon the candle burning on his bedside table and turned away as the flames licked over, then engulfed the paper. The second son of the Creyon family was a tall and well built young man of 18. Clean shaven, with an average face, curly dark hair and eyes that were perpetually caught between a grimace and solemnity.
The message was a clear threat, that was undoubtable. He had had his reservations about joining the Lannister forces in King's Landing when Ser Prestor had received the raven demanding their presence to help protect the Iron Throne. Ser Prestor was a man of duty however and had answered the call with the men at his command. He was then assigned a position beneath his rank and experience as punishment for retreating at the Battle of the Whispering Wood... Other members of their column received similar punishments, having been blamed for the fleeing and allowing Jaime to be captured by the Wolves.
After Alaric had turned his back on the parchment that was quickly being reduced to ash, he had walked over to his footlocker against the far wall and withdrew his sword and greaves which he fixed around his waist and forearms respectively. He then threw on a loose fitting shirt over his chainmail which had his family coat of arms, a white stallion, prominently displayed. The second son of a lesser lord could do much worse than landing a position defending the daughter of late Lord Eddard Stark... Alaric could not help but pleased that if this was the Queen's form of punishment, he would gladly take more. It was said that she was quite beautiful... He would need to be careful, eyes and ears were everywhere in the castle...
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Alaric Creyon left one of the many dining halls and after a hearty breakfast of bacon and porridge he had gathered both the mental resolve and information from loose lipped guardsmen where he would be able to find the young Stark. It was said that often times, the young woman would ask leave to enter the small godswood, more often than not she entered alone as the Septons and Septas would not deign to enter such a heathen grove and her other retainers were godly followers of the Seven.
Alaric had then resolved to procure a bottle of fine arbor red and a small sack of apples, hard bread and cheese and await lady Stark's pleasure in the godswood, sitting underneath one of the red leafed trees away from the main tree with the disconcerting, bleeding face carved into it's trunk. He would wait all day if he had too.
He had only noticed it when he had donned his clothes and mail and had prepared to leave for breakfast. He had since been sitting silently in his room for the past hour, his mind spinning. Long fingers brushed lightly over the parchment and hesitated a moment before gripping the paper and bringing it to eye level.
[Ser Alaric, your commander Ser Prestor Forley has spoken highly of you. The king welcomes you to the city and while he regrets he cannot meet with you and congratulate your knighthood in person, he is most pleased that another of the Creyon line has distinguished themselves so ably in the cause of House Lannister, The Iron Throne and all the Seven Kingdoms.
With the dissapearence of the Hound, my husbands young betrothed is without a dedicated guardian. While you are young, I have no doubt that you will rise to this task that the King has asked of you and serve the Lady Sansa with honor and chivalry as befits a knight of your station. Do not let her out of your site, do not let let her come to harm. Bring all whispers, plots and murmerings to me. Serve me well and you will be rewarded ser, fail me and I shall have you gelded and sent to the Wall to join your uncle.
-Cersei Lannister, Queen Regent]
Alaric rose from being seated on the bed. He dropped the parchment upon the candle burning on his bedside table and turned away as the flames licked over, then engulfed the paper. The second son of the Creyon family was a tall and well built young man of 18. Clean shaven, with an average face, curly dark hair and eyes that were perpetually caught between a grimace and solemnity.
The message was a clear threat, that was undoubtable. He had had his reservations about joining the Lannister forces in King's Landing when Ser Prestor had received the raven demanding their presence to help protect the Iron Throne. Ser Prestor was a man of duty however and had answered the call with the men at his command. He was then assigned a position beneath his rank and experience as punishment for retreating at the Battle of the Whispering Wood... Other members of their column received similar punishments, having been blamed for the fleeing and allowing Jaime to be captured by the Wolves.
After Alaric had turned his back on the parchment that was quickly being reduced to ash, he had walked over to his footlocker against the far wall and withdrew his sword and greaves which he fixed around his waist and forearms respectively. He then threw on a loose fitting shirt over his chainmail which had his family coat of arms, a white stallion, prominently displayed. The second son of a lesser lord could do much worse than landing a position defending the daughter of late Lord Eddard Stark... Alaric could not help but pleased that if this was the Queen's form of punishment, he would gladly take more. It was said that she was quite beautiful... He would need to be careful, eyes and ears were everywhere in the castle...
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Alaric Creyon left one of the many dining halls and after a hearty breakfast of bacon and porridge he had gathered both the mental resolve and information from loose lipped guardsmen where he would be able to find the young Stark. It was said that often times, the young woman would ask leave to enter the small godswood, more often than not she entered alone as the Septons and Septas would not deign to enter such a heathen grove and her other retainers were godly followers of the Seven.
Alaric had then resolved to procure a bottle of fine arbor red and a small sack of apples, hard bread and cheese and await lady Stark's pleasure in the godswood, sitting underneath one of the red leafed trees away from the main tree with the disconcerting, bleeding face carved into it's trunk. He would wait all day if he had too.