Under Whom the Flowers Bloom (Mace)
May 10, 2012 22:43:09 GMT
Post by tyrell on May 10, 2012 22:43:09 GMT
Sighing to himself, Caderyn continued to walk down the hall to the throne room. It had been several weeks since the marriage of Torin Lannister and Lena Arryn, and ever since they had returned from Casterly Rock in the Westernlands his father had been absolutely restless. Cade wasn’t exactly sure why his father had been all fidgety since the ceremony, but maybe he was about to find out why. Could it be that his father was finally going to discuss why he had travelled to Dragonstone all those weeks ago? Perhaps his father was going to finally come out and support Stannis Baratheon’s claim to the throne openly… though he wasn’t sure.
Making it to the end of the Hall and to the doors that separated him from the throne room; he knocked once to announce himself to the occupants within and then strode into the room with his normal graceful stride. From what he could see… the room was mostly empty, expect for a few servants milling around here and there, and his father at the far end of the hall, close to the ‘throne’ of Highgarden, and it almost seemed to him as if his father was pacing… again. Sighing, he strode to stand before his father, who had yet to look up at him, or in any general direction really, and cleared his throat to gain his Lord father’s attention. “What did you want to speak with me about father?” Caderyn asked as he looked straight at his father. He had suspicions, but none could be confirmed by him alone. “Does this have anything to do with what happened after the Ceremony at Casterly Rock?”
{(Yeah… sorry it’s so short. I can never come up with good starting posts…)}
Making it to the end of the Hall and to the doors that separated him from the throne room; he knocked once to announce himself to the occupants within and then strode into the room with his normal graceful stride. From what he could see… the room was mostly empty, expect for a few servants milling around here and there, and his father at the far end of the hall, close to the ‘throne’ of Highgarden, and it almost seemed to him as if his father was pacing… again. Sighing, he strode to stand before his father, who had yet to look up at him, or in any general direction really, and cleared his throat to gain his Lord father’s attention. “What did you want to speak with me about father?” Caderyn asked as he looked straight at his father. He had suspicions, but none could be confirmed by him alone. “Does this have anything to do with what happened after the Ceremony at Casterly Rock?”
{(Yeah… sorry it’s so short. I can never come up with good starting posts…)}
