“You should enjoy yourself more nephew. This melee is in your honor after all.”

You sigh, brushing a strand of hair back behind your ear, before picking up your goblet to take a long drink your silver rings clicking on the golden cup, “I will. Eventually.”

Lord Winston Hayford places a hand on your shoulder gaining your attention in the loud great hall, “Brynden-”

“Winston, I know. But I need to see these things through, be the-”

“Lord, not the sellsword. Yes, yes. You act as if I am deaf, I know why you do these things nephew,” Winston sighs removing his hand and settling back into his chair, “I met with Lord Clarence Crabb and Ser Dustin Brune yesterday evening. After a fair amount of back and forth we have come to an agreement. We will enter into this alliance alongside you, as was discussed. Lord Crabb and Samuel have been hammering out the details of a fair trade agreement between our Houses. My Maester, alongside Benjen and Lord Clarence’s are drawing up the formal treaty.”

Hearing this brought a peace to your heart, the past few days had been dominated by these talks, you felt you repeated yourself more than anything, it was a boring thing. Lord Winston continues to explain in greater detail the deal that they came to, it would appear you had predicted right and Lord Clarence’s need for grain and food stufffs was enough to tip their opinion in your favor. Ser Dustin made a rather large purchase of leather in return for a sizable portion of gold, and lumber. Being the more martial of the two, this of course made sense to you. Conversely Lord Clarence had little need for it, given you just filled the need with your own stores, something your uncle noted as a point of great annoyance for Samuel.

All in all it came to the basics of the alliance, built upon trade and military assurances, with a treaty to hold it all together. But you could read between Winston’s lines, he knew as well as you did that a marriage is what would truly bind this. Particularly if Royce Redward were to strike before the Celtigars, the Crackclaw Point Lords would have far less reason to aid you in that particular case. Winston himself still was far too weary of war to be of any particular use in this regard as well and you knew the Hayfords barely kept standing army large enough to police their lands, let alone aid in the coming conflicts. At present the only thing you gained was a way to spend money, and make some back in the future. Or at least you hoped. It was groundwork and you would need to build upon it.

“Samuel is still being… Difficult my Lord,” Winston continues just as you are served the main course of the feast, a wonderful duck dish, “He is always fine with making coin. But the idea of marriage…”

“Is a difficult sell,” you finish, wiping the grease from the corner of your mouth, didn’t taste bland to you Arron was crazy. You recall his outburst, so much anger, over a simple idea. Meanwhile Wesley, his younger brother had at least considered the idea. But he was far less valuable, a Household Knight with little standing outside of being a second son to a House still on the brink.

“He is my son still and will do as he told,” Winston continues, though you hear the nervous undertone reminiscent of your meeting in King’s Landing.

“But not if it aids me in any particular sense,” you respond and your uncle’s face turns to a frown being well aware of this fact, “Why does he hate me so?”

“The embitterment of youth. We lost so much in the Rebellion, fighting alongside your family and the former King. His younger brother, my boy Francis, perished alongside Donold upon the Trident. My two brothers died with no issue in the various conflicts about the Crownlands. My sisters… Well you are aware. We are but three, saddled with debt and lands still unrecovered from the ravages of war. He blames the Targaryens for this all, and by extension, your own House. No doubt it was a deciding factor in his agreeance to at least aid the Crackclaw Point Lords against the Celtigars in a nominal way, keeping his hands clean of the mess. He so often forgets your own House is in no better condition, only being two, saddled with your debts. He only sees your fortunes and fame, and in this he is envious, bitter, resentful. I do not think I can make him see otherwise, forcing his hand into this marriage will only escalate the issue.”

You run a hand through your hair, scratching at the cuff on your left ear, not entirely sure of how to respond. Samuel was the more valuable commodity in this ordeal, but Wesley was far easier to handle. You grimace, watching the floor where the Lords, Knights and Ladies had taken to dance. Mason was leading Elionwy in a slow waltz, he nods to you gesturing with his eyes to a small group of ladies to his left, Lady Brune being among them, giggling profusely as you look over their little group.

“Brynden. Lord Clarence and Ser Dustin wish to meet tomorrow to sign the treaty into action. If ever there was a time to propose we solidify it with hands in marriage. It would be then, I would of course take lead, it is mine own family. But I must ask, who do you consider the proper match? If at all.”

>Ser Samuel Hayford
>Ser Wesley Hayford
>Do not pursue a marriage

>>45215444
>Ser Samuel Hayford

Prefer him but if we cant convince him then we will simply have to use Wesly.

Also Hi Father!

>>45215444
>>Ser Samuel Hayford
But we should talk. Just the two of us. Try and get past any animosity.

Brynden a shit
t. Royce

>>45215444
Why not both?

>>45215444
>Ser Samuel Hayford
Would prefer him but it may be a hard sell

>>45215524
Mother pls.

>>45215444
>Ser Samuel Hayford
We're probably going to have to have a long chat with him.

>>45215444
I see Samuel is butthurt that we won the archery contest and got rich

>>45215444
>Ser Samuel Hayford
With Wesley as backup. Honestly, while Wes is less valuable, he's far more agreeable.

>>45215601
Maybe if he stopped being a salty bitch and picked up a bow instead of putting his head into books like some nerd, he too would be well off.

>>45215444
>>Ser Samuel Hayford
We need to talk to him alone
>>Ser Wesley Hayford
As a back up

>Ser Samuel Hayford
Also good to see this back

>S-stupid Brynden, it's n-not like I l-like you or a-anything.

Taking another bite of dinner you mull over the thought, attempting to wash it down and settle upon it with the red wine Lord Qorgyle had sent home with you. Wesley was valuable about your own Household, but you knew without a stake of land in play or the inheritance of title it meant nothing, it would have to be Samuel. It was unlikely that Lord Winston thought differently, but needed the extra push towards the conclusion. You allow the moment of silence to go on longer, watching the dancers spin about the floor, laughter and smiles abound. While you sat and brooded over treaties and trade. Over questions of marriage and alliances. Your smile had faded since Dorne. The deeper you pushed into the responsibilities of a Lord, the less you felt like yourself, the sellsword was disappearing, and you were unsure of how you felt of it. Were you the same man that Obella had fallen for you ponder. Again your eyes are lead astray to Lady Brune and her friends, one feigning being struck by an arrow on her heart, as her finger points in your general direction. They turn back to giggles and shades of red once they notice your eye.

“Brynden?”

You shake idle thoughts, of longings, “Samuel, Uncle. It must be him.”

Winston slumps into his chair, scratching at the thin goatee upon his chin, “I had feared you would say as much.”

“He is the better match Winston.”

“And will fight against it with every ounce of his being. He is a dutiful son, but we argue often. And I do not know if I can… Convince him. Not alone. Mayhaps if you spoke with him?”

You almost choke on your wine, “After your long explanation of why he holds me in such poor regard?”

Winston pauses, watching Wesley across the hall speaking with Lady Cassell, once more, “Had it been Donold, he would have done so in a heartbeat. Speak with him Brynden. I implore you. You are still of blood. Respect can be born from this. If all else fails Wesley is an option still.”

Chewing on the thought alongside the reminder of your meal you nod, resigning yourself to this, if you wished these things to work, to build more than groundwork, you would need to get your hands dirty. So to speak. Nodding into the ends of your cup you turn to Winston, placing a hand upon his shoulder, “I shall. If you would invite him to the private box for tomorrow’s stage of the melee. We will talk.”

“Of course Brynden. Thank you,” Lord Winston pats your hand and smiles, eliciting a small response of such from yourself, “My Lord, what you have done in such a short time is incredible. Do not forget this. And I appreciate your willingness to include myself in such and as stubborn as he is I know Samuel does as well. You are not the same boy I once found clutching to his mother’s skirts, or the same lad so hellbent on disobeying every order thrown his way, or even the sellsword you were when you returned home. You are a Lord. That being said, I can see the tired in your eyes. Go. Enjoy yourself, this melee isn’t just for politics.”

You watch the elder man nod and leave from his seat, patting your shoulder along the way, allowing you a moment to yourself. Your eyes cast to the seat to your right purposely left empty, Obella’s in a few months. It was an odd thing. Swallowing down the thought you look over the floor again, the night was still young, music and drink still strong, and dance felt an honest reprieve from the past months of business. Even if for a night.

>Enjoy yourself, dance and drink the night away?
>Call it an early night, perhaps speak with Illiad and Illion who are nowhere to be seen
>Something else? (Talk to someone, do something, specify)

>>45216106
>>Call it an early night, perhaps speak with Illiad and Illion who are nowhere to be seen
No temptation for Brynden

>>45216106
>Call it an early night, perhaps speak with Illiad and Illion who are nowhere to be seen
It'd be good to spend some time with our son and squire.

>>45216106
>Enjoy yourself, dance and drink the night away?

Guys, lets not turn Brynden into a total bore.

>>45216106
>>Enjoy yourself, dance and drink the night away?
Fuck it why not!

>>45216346
At this point I'm sure dad is just waiting for us to get drunk or something then start throwing will checks to not bang whatever is in front us.

>>45216106
>>Call it an early night, perhaps speak with Illiad and Illion who are nowhere to be seen

>>45216446
You are saying that as if it some sort of bad thing.

>>45216106
>>Call it an early night, perhaps speak with Illiad and Illion who are nowhere to be seen

>>45216106
>>Call it an early night, perhaps speak with Illiad and Illion who are nowhere to be seen
They had something really fucking important to show us. Betting it's related to the dragonebone bow

>tfw Obella will arrive and see that Brynden has turned into a boring lord

Eyes follow the evening, flickering in the low light, emerald green getting lost in the mix of color from those below you. You find your hand idling drawing onto the seat to your left, tracing dark wood that had been carved and embossed with scorpions and things of Dorne. The seat is where a the spear pierced sun of House Martell is etched, a simple reminder of her home. You hadn’t commissioned the chair, it was a gift from someone in your Household, one that you thought at least was suitable enough for the grand hall. You sigh and look out over the crowd again, you would have your fun in a few months and push yourself up, allowing your figures to trace the ridge of the chair as you walk off for an early night.

---

“Illiad!” you call down the stairs towards Illion’s new workshop. Your ears aren’t greeted with a response, instead what you can imagine is arguing in Myrish. Eyes rolling you push into the door and nearly stumble over the mess of materials about the ground, finding Illiad and Illion bickering with each other across the way. You aren’t entirely sure what they’re saying, the myrish tongue was rooted in Valyrian, but bastardized and you could only pick out a few of the words. Mostly curses. Standing quiet, you wait until one notices you, swaying a bit with the night’s wine still in your system.

Illiad turns his head a moment, to spit more than likely and finally notices you leaning against one of the supports and his face turns to a grim smile attempting to force the argument to a stop, “Lord. Apologies.”

Illion throws his hands up in frustration and turns around to a desk that you can see at least three crossbows in varying states of finish. Illiad shakes his head and limps his way over to you, the crutch being more support than he would probably like.

“What was that about Illiad?”

“Erm… Illion is, distressed. About Lord.”

“Why?”

“Your… Faith. Of Seven, yes? He calls them false. Worries his god will forsake him for aiding you.”

“His god?”

“R’hllor, remember man in Lys?”

“The nude one that caught himself on fire and attempted to cut my head off? Those guys?”

Illiad pauses and shrugs, “Yes Lord. We will speak further. Still, news, yes?”

Your head is still swirling a bit so you ignore it, barely taking note of the name other than remembering the insanity of the red god’s believers. Nodding Illiad gestures you towards a table covered with a sheet and he inclines his head, “Two bits of news, yes? Abroad or home first?”

>Speak of news from abroad
>Speak of news from home

>>45216965
>>Speak of news from abroad

>>45216965
>Speak of news from abroad

>>45216965
>>Speak of news from abroad

>>45216965
>>Speak of news from abroad

>>45216965
>Speak of news from abroad

>>45216965
>R’hllor
Wish I had saved /tv/'s list of name for Stannis after he burned Shireen.

>>45216965
>>Speak of news from abroad

>>45217072
Brynden has had some bad experiences with followers of R'hllor

“Let’s start with abroad Illiad,” you pull two chairs up and help your old friend down before taking your own seat in a plopping slightly drunken form.

Illiad smiles and pulls a letter from his sleeve, “Yanno sent inquires. Second Sons wrote back tells of Lys, there is dothraki smith, fashions bows of dragonbone. Of interest, yes?”

Sobering up a bit you incline your head to the side suddenly remembering the conversations, “I’m surprised Yanno found one so quickly. But yes, I would suppose it’s of interest. Price?”

“What is word… Bigger than large? Substantial. Yes. Smith works for merchant prince of city, collects old things of Valyria, museum is word yes? Demands commission fees or trade of historical item. Does not like to meet with messengers, often demands to meet with purchaser. You Lord.”

The words felt like a degree of mush in your head, “Why?”

“Is odd man. Very rich. Is allowed his eccentricities in city. Perhaps we should schedule visit to Lys?”

Steadying yourself on the table you drum a bit thinking it over, “He knows I’m a Malroy doesn’t he?”

“Yes Lord.”

“Seven hells of course he does, I’m not sure Illiad. There is a lot going on here in Steadhold. With the Redwards and the wedding. Can we really swing a trip to Lys?”

“The coin is there Lord. But is your decision. I would suggest, honeymoon perhaps?”

You laugh, partially drunk, partially you weren’t entirely sure. Hadn’t even given thought to a honeymoon, so focused on business and your House it was an afterthought.

>Schedule a visit to Lys
>Put it off for now

>>45217311
>>Put it off for now

>>45217311
>>Put it off for now
As much as I'd like to blow everything off and go on an adventure, this is a delicate time.

>>45217311
>Put it off for now


Too much shit is going down right now.

>>45217311
>Put it off for now

>>45217311
>Schedule a visit to Lys

>everyone picking the most boring options

>>45217434
>everyone picking what I don't want

>>45217434
Kinda different consquences. Would have no problem if he got a bit wasted and took a handmaiden to his chamber but this is rather serious

>>45217452
I'm fine with getting drunk just not bedding anyone not Obella. I don't want to risk another bastard.

>>45217311
>>Schedule a visit to Lys
Honey moon is a perfect excuse

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>>45217485
>I'm fine with getting drunk just not bedding anyone not Obella. I don't want to risk another bastard.

>>45217452

People have changed man. At first it was all fun and games, dick whatever you want. Now? No fun ever. Poor Brynden.

>>45217311
>schedule the trip

Waving it off you frown and shake your head, “I can’t Illiad. As much as I would like to. It’s simply too dangerous right now to drop everything for a vacation. What if Royce took it as an opportunity to attack?”

“A point Lord,” he hands you the letter, “Prince spoke of, history, lineage? Was not sure meaning. Read, later, when not drunk.”

You laugh and promise Illiad you’d give the letter a good once over the following the day, “News of home then?”

Your old friend perks up and attempts to stand again, with a great degree of difficulty, you ease him back to his seat and give him a cross look, he rolls his eyes and points towards the covered table, “Take look Lord.”

Though your own attempt to stand properly is decidedly difficult from drink you manage to get to the end and pull the sheet back. Before you sit the labor of the past weeks, fifty brand new myrish crossbows. They were far sleeker than the one that sat in your family’s treasury, but you could tell the intricate mechanisms at a single glance. Across the room Illion watches you, eyes attempting to keep to his current work but the curiosity got the best of him regardless. You pick one up and aim it towards the wall, it was heavy, far more than a normal crossbow, but it felt good, solid. Reminded you of Essos and the multitude of times you came face to face with the beasts. Able to fling three bolts at once they were a formidable weapon of war, in both defense and on the attack. And a rarity in this level of bulk inside the Seven Kingdoms.

“They are gorgeous Illiad, tell Illion that, he does good work. The horse on the handle is a nice touch.”

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“Will later, Lord. Suggestion? In a month’s time, could have men trained to use, yes?”

“Only fifty?”

“Myrish crossbows require upkeep Lord, Illion, he can perhaps produce another fifty before he will need another assistant to help with upkeep.”

Well it was fifty more than you had before, and far more than any Lord in the Crownlands had. They would be Green as gooseshit however, if you were to wait until the end of the month when you had resources to spare you could perhaps afford to train them for longer.

>Raise a unit of Green Arbalesters (6 Power, would be done by the end of the month)
>Wait until the end of the month when you could potentially raise a better trained unit

Image related is from the show, Joffrey's crossbow. Probably not the most accurate, but close enough for this purpose.

>>45217887
>>Raise a unit of Green Arbalesters (6 Power, would be done by the end of the month)
We can have the Sons train them up to trained right? You have said that Royce was doing similar things with his units.

>>45217887
>Raise a unit of Green Arbalesters (6 Power, would be done by the end of the month)

We can always train it afterward. War is brewing and i want all the units we can muster.

>>45217887
>>Wait until the end of the month when you could potentially raise a better trained unit
Damn where did everyone go.

If i recall correctly, arbalesters start out better than normal bowmen at start. Still, not like we'll need them soon.

For anyone curious:

Arbalesters (Myrish Crossbowmen)
Power Cost: 5
Discipline Modifier: -3 in Fortifed Position, +3 in the field
Key Abilities: Agility, Awareness, Marksmanship

Starting Equipment/Upgraded Equipment:
Armor Rating: 4/6
Armor Penalty: -2/-3
Bulk: 1/2
Fighting Damage: Athletics -1/Athletics
Marksmanship Damage: Agility +3 Long Range/Agility +4 Long Range

Took off the special rules, because they were nonsense. Might tweak it a bit as we go along if anyone has any mechanical fixes they want to implement.

>>45217887
>Wait until the end of the month when you could potentially raise a better trained unit
These things don't seem to be cheap. We have to put them to good use.

>>45217887
>>Raise a unit of Green Arbalesters (6 Power, would be done by the end of the month)

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>>45217887
>3 bolts

>>45217887
>Raise a unit of Green Arbalesters (6 Power, would be done by the end of the month)

They can serve as garrison until they are better train. By the way we should start improving quality over quantity soon.

>>45217924
Dad is this possible? Or is he being a namefagging retard?

I wonder what Illiad's women is getting up to, she kinda disappeared.

>>45217924
Yep yep. Just have to invest the power to get them to the next level. And wait a few months.

>>45217998
That's ridiculous looking. I've absolutely no idea what the things are suppose to look like canonically speaking however. But all sources indiciate they throw three quarrels at once. So okay then.

>>45218109
*woman

>>45218109
Annoyed that Illad keeps talking only about Brynden-senpei instead of fucking her.

>>45218102
No it's true. Only thing I don't allow is jumping from Veteran to Elite. That's a battlefield only thing for me.

I mean it wouldn't be the Son's specifically, but they can be brought up to Trained and Veteran in such a way. As mentioned, just need to invest the Power, and time.

>>45218109
She's more of a background character than anything else, not important enough to matter.

Anyway, looks like we finally got a homebrew unit, hurray for us. They are my favorite.

>>45218236
So when can we get our Mounted-Myrish Crossbow Catapratchs ?

>>45218113
If we can raise their level of training later, I think we might train them right now.
Therefore, changing >>45217981 to training right now.

>>45218113
Sweet. How much power than to raise green to trained to veteran?

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>>45218298

>>45218254
That would be a hysterically large investment of Power. So probably never unless you get everyone else on board. Haha

>>45218298
Green is an investment of 1 Power.
Trained is 3.
Veteran is 5.

So if we're going Green to Trained, 2 more Power invested to get us there, and a 2 month wait time. Same thing if we're going Trained to Veteran.

Green to Veteran would be 4 Power investment with a 4 month wait time.

Pretty simple. I probably shouldn't allow investment to the Veteran rank, but it doesn't matter enough to me to really make a big deal out of it.

Anyway, updated a few things. Used up the rest of our Power, so we're down to 0. And we now are the proud owners of an army of 410. This is including the Knights you will be acquiring at the end of the Melee.

Oh, speaking of. Taking name suggestions for your unit of Knights, and unit of Arblesters. If there are any.

Anyway, writing now.

>>45218477
>That would be a hysterically large investment of Power. So probably never unless you get everyone else on board. Haha

Yeah i doubt they would be cost effective, though the hilarity of it would maybe be worth it.

>>45218460
Yes I know that but I wasn't sure if he changed anything.

See >>45218477 where he outlines how he do it.

>>45218477
Violet Lancers.

Knights of the Golden Horse.

I really dont know. I have always been shit when it comes to names

>>45218477
Myrman's Reach for the arbalesters?

The Knights of Purple?

>>45218642
Three Shots, Mryman's Cunning ?

>>45218477
Knights: Golden horde

Arbalesters: Thorn Guard.

>>45218642
Maybe Steadhold Guards for the arbalesters so no one can figure out what they are just from the name?

>>45218815
Steadhold Look-Outs ?

>>45218460
>+3 in the field.

Weren't arbalests all the rage in sieges? get to hide behind a bigass metal shield, take potshots at the defenders with a nasty big crossbow.

>>45218477
Knights: The crowbars
Arbalesters: The bees' knees.

“See if we can’t round up some competent men Illiad. At the very least they would serve as a fine addition to the garrison.”

“They will be wet behind ears Lord.”

“As we all were once. I wouldn’t expect my countrymen to be adept with a foreign weapon within a month,” you wander back over to your chair and flop down again, careful to aim the crossbow away from anything that tends to bleed when shot. Well worth the investment in the long run, nobody had anything even close, but it still panged at your heart what Illiad went through to bring this home, what his brother had endured. It struck further knowing they argued, remembering all the times you fought with Donold or Pastorn.

“Illiad. Your brother-”

“Will be fine Lord,” he interrupts, “We are brothers, they argue yes? Small thing.”

“Are you certain?”

The Myrman casts his eyes to where Illion sits, still looking frustrated, “Yes. Do not worry.”

You nod and make to leave, swaying for the first few steps before finally getting a firm enough grip to make your way to your bed. Mason finds you about midway, and helps you the rest of the way there, laughing at you a mite. He tells you of the disappointment the ladies of the feast that you did not join them and inquires after your health. You dismiss the thought with a wave, insisting you’re fine just have want of bed. Mason leaves you at your door, giving you a heavy thump on your back, again asking if you’d like company for the night, that you refuse to a slightly concerned face and then a shrug. Your night ends swiftly when you fall half undressed into the bed, dreams nothing more than fleeting wisps.

>>45218952
They were all the rage in pretty much any engagement where they had their sheilds and didnt get hit in melee.

Crossbows are piss to use so long as your strong enough, so mass crossbows is much easier than archers.

---

You were thankful the day was dim with clouds, the pounding headache product of a night of drink made you question what in the Seven Hells the dornish put in their wine. The team rounds of the melee were about the begin. One hundred Knights yet remained, split into ten teams of ten. The rounds would continue until there were only twenty men left, and they would be invited into your home as your Household Knights. A team of ten could be left with one after a particularly brutal round, and that one would be expected to fight the next team regardless of size. A mite unfair, but you doubted it would ever be so lopsided as to matter. The first round is made up of Knights you vastly do not recognize, barring the Ser Oatwright, and Ser Pryor upon the same side. The crowd murmured with excitement, the flag dropping in an instant and they roared to life alongside the twenty men upon the field. Watching Ser Oatwright you see him barrel into another man, absolutely lashing him with his greatsword up the side of the end. As always these things were until first blood, but a knockout was similar.

Today you sat alone in the private box to the side of the grand stand, your only company the quietly seething Ser Samuel Hayford, dressed in a more muted scheme of his House, less the menagerie that his brother wore. He had come on time, presented himself well with the small pleasantries expected but had otherwise said not a single word to you. Well nobody said this would be particularly easy.

>Speak first, just get straight to the point
>Allow the awkward quiet to continue and wait for Samuel to speak

>>45219010
> He tells you of the disappointment the ladies of the feast that you did not join them and inquires after your health.

I hope you people are happy!

>>45219029
>Allow the awkward quiet to continue and wait for Samuel to speak

Lets give him time, let him feel he is in control. He will be easier to deal with.

>>45219029
>>Allow the awkward quiet to continue and wait for Samuel to speak
Let him get if off his chest and have the illusion of control.

>>45219029
>>Allow the awkward quiet to continue and wait for Samuel to speak

>>45219029
>>Speak first, just get straight to the point
Why do you hold so much hate for a cousin?

>>45219063
Oh well.

>>45219029
>Allow the awkward quiet to continue and wait for Samuel to speak

>>45219063
The disappointment, it's killing me! Oh wait it was just indigestion.

>>45219029
>Allow the awkward quiet to continue and wait for Samuel to speak
I feel we need to let him have the initiative this time.

So who else thinks this will end in furious shouting and near coming to blows?

Samuel was not going to make this any easier on you. Sighing you decide to leave it be, and allow the quiet to continue. When he was ready, whether it was blowing up on you or finally talking this shit out, you weren’t sure. But regardless it would be his decision when. Resigning yourself to this fact you decided instead to focus in on the melee. Ser Oatwright was making a fair show of it, though he looked to be disregarding the rest of his team. Ser Pryor was working with a Knight in full blue, looked familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it. They were taking turns with a duo of Knghts from the opposing team. Pryor seems to be the more skilled of the four, his sword strokes more practiced than the others, his shield placed just where it needed to be to block incoming hammer blows from the Knight across from him.

The rest of the melee was a mess of bodies and the clangs of steel on steel. A few of the men have already gone down, one in particular was fighting the men attempting to pull him from the field. Oatwright is taking a breather to the side but you can tell the others are out to get him at this point.

A stirring to your right interrupts your watching of the melee and you look fro the corner of your eyes to see Samuel palming his face with a look of disdain, turning to you biting his lower lip before sighing deeply and finally speaking, “How do you do this?”

You pause and turn to regard him, his eyes trained to the field, “Do what Samuel?”

>>45219588
I am sure they will both be rational grown men who uses common sense and arguements backed up with facts

“Everything. These people. This House. You’ve gathered Knights across the bloody realm to fight for your amusement. Gold seems to fall into your lap with unrivaled fucking ease! Respect and glory. Every single fucking little thing!” his words fall heavy, without pain, just unhappiness, “Even my father respects you more than me. The same ilk that killed my brother, my uncles. And I’m an afterthought.”

The final words had fallen heavier than you expected, he didn’t yell, didn’t fight. Just stated what the facts in his head were. You didn’t have a response, not yet other than staring at him with a near dumbfounded look.

>Response?

Sorry about the delay, had to do something real quick.

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>>45219650
"Lead and show that you can produce results and people will follow"

>>45219650
To begin with, same ilk? i was literally across the bloody sea cousin, fighting for gold and fucking whores to pass the time.
Next, i learnt about banking from essios, came home, won a damn competition using skills earnt from being a sell sword, and proceeded not to fuck up because i lived amoung men who spent all their money on worthless shit alongside those who built little empires.

Theres no secret cousin, just alliances and money in the right place at the right time. If you expect me to turn round and say that i can turn all your troubles into gold then your going to be disapointed.

But i can promise you can get a share of it if your willing to work with me, instead of complaining.

>>45219741
Note: i know im shit at dialouge, but generally these points.

>>45219650
And what of my brothers? Or my father? My mother your FUCKING AUNT!? Do not count me among the ilk that killed them or I will shut your mouth myself. Samuel you are not the only one here who has lost family. Everything here has been bought with sweat and blood. Sweat that had come from making deals with those who would turn on me the second I left use a gift freely given to undercut myself. Blood from hunting down thieves and killers in my forest.

>>45219650
Maybe bring up the fact that we are actually the same ilk. We are related. If we can do it so can he?

The story of what the hand did to us in dorne might be a good one to show how we, as great as we seem to be doing, have had to eat humble pie.

>>45219650
"Even" your father? Your father is one of a short few if he respects me. The fest see still a sellsword playing at lord. They come for the novelty of stories they could never tell but would not rightly want to. They come to seek to serve me in the hopes that I will start some foolish fight in which they'll demonstrate their talents to more respectable lords.

>>45219837
nah. Just say that even we have had to do things that we did not enjoy, make sacrifces.

>>45219846
*The rest see

>>45219855
The idea is if the sacrificed part is pushed, you know, if he starts getting awkward.

Its recent, relevant and a good story that he won't know about.

>>45219650
Oddly enough being a sellsword. I earned the gold by winning the archery tournament. I dealt with my debts by knowing how to kowtow to a banker across the sea. I earned my marriage by letting Arryn treat me as mud. I've personally worked for my success, can you say the same?

And because we're family I'm not going to make you eat your own teeth for saying that I'm like Redward, this time.

Alright looks like everything is relatively on the same track. I can cobble together something from this.

>>45219650
>>45219650

Could you rarer I roll over and die Samuel? Could that be more comfortable to your expectations? I am sorry to be your rude awakening to life cousin but we can't always have what we want cousin. I achieved these things because I have the initiative and will have then done by the means I can find and not by expecting the world handle them to me just because I believe I should have them. I risk my ruin and death more than once to get them and will do again many times over before the end.

“Do you really think it so easy Samuel? That I’ve merely walked into this with ease? Every little thing I’ve done has been through hard working and my earning of it. I fought for my life for seven years in Essos, I never intended to come back home, to reap the rewards of a sellsword life, whatever those might be in your head. I won the archery contest on prowess alone, and it was not an easy thing by any means. To gain a marriage I allowed my name to be dragged through the mud, my dignity shattered on the world stage. I have brought my House above the brink of death, by sheer willpower and determination alone, any one of these things could have been my end. I’ve connections yes, to banks across the sea that made these things easier, but you’re too damn proud to take it into consideration. My men set up trade routes to Essos for you, and you do nothing but spit in my face for it.”

“A bloody pittance. Do not act as if you do it for love.”

“Why Samuel? Do you so easily forget that we are blood? Your Uncles are mine as well, your brother my cousin. My mother, your bloody aunt died. My father, brothers, sisters. Dead all. And you think I only come to you to use? Of the people in the Seven Kingdoms your father is one of the few I can trust, that does respect me. I included you as my family in this alliance because it was to your benefit, I cannot compete with the production of your family, you can feed and army.”

“One that you would field. Fighting your meaningless war. As you and your people always have. What is this for Brynden? Glory? Revenge? You are no better than those-”

“You have no idea what I fight for cousin!” you roar, eyes turning to flame in an instant, “And if you compare me to that bastard another time I swear to the old gods and the new-”

“That you will do nothing. Do you really think I compare you to them? Redward is a pissant playing at Lord until he dies of hunger. No, you’re a dragonlord. Pretending to be a horselord. Not every Hayford fought for that insane old man, my Uncles, myself. We were intelligent, fought for the rightful King. But yet I find myself in more dire circumstances than the same bastards that killed my kin in the name of King Robert. You do not deserve this. You’re just a sellsword playing at Lord. And soon, someday soon, this will all come crashing down when the rest realize what you really are. A warmongering dragon on the hunt for petty revenge. And I will not allow that filth, that rot, in. My. Family.”

>Response?

>>45220349
he didn't need those teeth anyway.

>>45220349
Throw Isis hairlock in his face and say "I fight for her!" ?

>>45220349
Well I guess we have to beat his ass now.

>>45220349
Dismiss him. The man has no desire to enter a profitable enterprise as equals, and will always seek to undermine us. Even knowing our sister is in the hands of that bastard he still acts this way. Then we shall treat him as a peice, his pride be damned.

We can get his brother married into our plan, and we can just ignore samuel and prove him wrong steadily and over time.

Oh, and if he compares us again, then we break his nose/teeth. "Do nothing" ha, bryden keeps his word.

>>45220349
Aye, just hit the fucker. Waste of our time and his father's seed.

>>45220403
Keep that one for his next rant, after we beat his ass, not before. More value in the emotions field that way.

>>45220349
If you think I'm a sellsword playing a Lord, then you are nothing more than a spoilt children playing a Lord.

>>45219650
>>45219650

Could you rarer I roll over and die Samuel? Could that be more comfortable to your expectations? I am sorry to be your rude awakening to life cousin but we can't always have what we want cousin. I achieved these things because I have the initiative and will have then done by the means I can find and not by expecting the world handle them to me just because I believe I should have them. I risk my ruin and death more than once to get them and will do again many times over before the end. >>45220349
>Not every Hayford fought for that insane old man, my Uncles, myself. We were intelligent, fought for the rightful King. But yet I find myself in more dire circumstances than the same bastards that killed my kin in the name of King Robert.

Wait what is he saying here? He fought for Robert and now is eating shit or what?

>>45220349
If his goal was to keep out the rot, then he's already failed. His family is at this point going to be pretty explicitly bound to ours.

Also, why does he take so much pride in fighting for a King that's promptly forgotten him?

Wait so Samuel fought for the Baratheons while his dad and Wes fought for the Targaryens?

Could have used a heads up on that one Winston.

>>45220349
Right instead you'll cut off your nose to spite your face. I try to help your family and you spit on me, for one who talks of family you seem to do all you can to keep yours in debt.

If he makes another rejoinder beat him with our sisters braid.

>>45220349
I am trying to survive you dumb fuck! If your sister had been stolen and married to a bastard who slaughtered your family what would you do to see her again? I do not fight for a fucking dragon but to keep from dying out. Samuel why is it rot to you? Because they lost or that your house is hobbled before the realm? I make alliances that will help and benefit both but all you see are the dragons that fell. Yet instead of helping you would drag everyone else down into the piss and shit than to not be first? Put your fucking pride away and live you presumptuous little dandy fop!

>>45220476
Sunken cost fallacy, does not want to admit that it was a bad choice or didnt go as well as it should have.

>>45220349
You're going to marry a swamp lords daughter and you're going to love it or so help me *ANGRY DRAGON NOISES*

>>45220475
Fucking phone fucking my posts

>>45220349
In case you've forgotten I wasn't here. I can't say if I was that I would've made the right call but.... Having suffered what I have suffered now I can say that it is the right call.

What have you done for your House since the end of the war?
Maybe you should have taken the Black if you had no intention to help your House?

>>45220475
I could have worded that better. Basically, >>45220492 is correct.

Winston's older brother fought for the Baratheons, as did his younger. Samuel sided with them. The two Uncles died, and that left Winston the oldest member alive, he gained the House, but pretty much ate shit for fighting for the wrong side.

Samuel now blames them almost entirely for it, thinking he should have been given the House over his father. And can't accept that he was one of the many faceless nobodies that got thrown to the side after the Rebellion and lumped in with the rest of his family, that got lucky enough to live.

Anyway, looks like we have a bit of a split.

So we'll do a vote.

>Punch him in the face
>Resist the temptation, and continue the argument (I'll pull together a response from what I've been given.)

>>45220631
>Resist the temptation, and continue the argument (I'll pull together a response from what I've been given.)

Keep cool, no need to lower ourselves to this drabs level. Though Bryden might need a whore afterwards (one that actually uses the contraceptive stuff).

>>45220631
>Punch him in the face
Here have some Baratheon hospitality!

>>45220631
>>Resist the temptation, and continue the argument (I'll pull together a response from what I've been given.)

>>45220631
>>Resist the temptation, and continue the argument (I'll pull together a response from what I've been given.)
But if he dares insult one more time we break his fucking jaw.

Dudes a little shit waa waa I shoulda been the one to inherit! He doesn't seem to be able to look past that for anything.

>>45220669
So, we shag a girl on his wedding bed?

>>45220669
wait shit no I meant to add jk don't actually say that!

>>45220631
>Resist the temptation, and continue the argument (I'll pull together a response from what I've been given.)

>>45220631
>>Resist the temptation, and continue the argument (I'll pull together a response from what I've been given.)
Can we give him the eyes?

>>45220631
>>Resist the temptation, and continue the argument (I'll pull together a response from what I've been given.)
Ok, here is how the real world works. Your family is fucked and the only way out from the boot of the fat usurper is to marry a pretty swamp las and pump her full of lil' babies

>>45220631
>>Resist the temptation, and continue the argument (I'll pull together a response from what I've been given.)
Dont' prove him right by showing him the Targ anger

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Guess from now on things will be frosty with that fucker.
Might have to decide if killing him in order for his brother to inherit wouldn't be the best course. Even if we have to lose a knight.

>>45220793
Nah, we just break out into gales of laughter any time someone mentions him inheriting any kind of power.

Dad might be a bit nice to have some options to vote on when arguing as we do not seem to be wordy enough for write-ins all the time.

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>>45220818
Or we just fucking kill him in a duel when he insults us yet again.

>>45220944
We still need his family. Just not him.
Seriously, dont fuck up a good relationship because one member of that trio sucks major cock.

>>45220911
Nah you guys seem to be doing alright. It gets nice and emotional too.

Father. When thread is done could you give us a physical desicription of all the main characters

Want to make them into XCOM2

>>45220911
Maybe not that, but in writein only posts if might be nice to condense similar options down to a couple ideas and have us vote on which one.

>>45220977
One day he'll be in charge and it'll be nice if he doesn't toss everything we've arranged for them out when it comes.

>>45221132
One day he's heir will be some swamp brat and it will be to late to turn on us.

>>45221132
Thing is, he wont.
Because its profitable, and he'll value his brother in the arrangement, and if he turns round to spite us, everyone in the deal will declare him a petty asshole.

Spiting us when he gets into power, which is a good way aways as far as we know, would just be stupid.

>>45221206
But is it really that far from how the little shit is acting now? Really starting to agree with killing the fuck. Waa waa waa I shoulda been the head of my house waa waa I suck all the cocks!

>>45221246
Well I can understand what he's saying in that he wanted his father to get punished not his house. He's still an utter cock.

>>45221271
Getting merely passed over is a lesser punishment than getting your house saddled with inescapable (that was the intent regardless of the hayfords being basically the only house to not manage to escape it) debt.

>>45221206
The problem is we're dragon enough to count in his mind (god its frustrating for all the andals to think of us as valyrian and valyrians to think of us as andals) and he's turned it into an ideology (probably because that's the only way he can convince himself he made the right choice despite being dropped immediately.)

This round of the melee had finished, five men from Ser Oatwright and Pryor’s team had survived and were moving on. But you cared little at this point. Your eyes were instead fixed upon your cousin, Samuel, across from you. Burning with fire, the green wildfire your family was known for. The same as Isis. As your father. In the booth you were totally isolated from the rest of the day around you, no one could hear your quarrel. No one would react if you were to punch him in that smug fucking face. Your grip upon your so tight you could feel your knuckle turn white with strain.

“Go ahead Brynden. Punch me. Smash my teeth in. Validate all I know. I do not envy you, your prowess. They are nothing. Even my father’s respect I can get past in due time, he is a coward now. All these things you throw in my face, pretending they are the product of hard work rather than luck. Your family died, as they deserved to while you were off across the sea fucking whores and putting bastards in their bellies. And then you come home, to Westeros. And decide it’s time to be a Lord now. An undeserved honor. You fought for nothing but yourself. Your ‘family’ forgotten, just as mine own will be once we serve your purpose. You do not deserve this. Steadhold. Respect. Family. That is what I detest about you cousin.”

“How can you be so blind Samuel? Has my name and reputation not been drug through the mud enough for you? Or would you rather find me face first in it, dead? Would that meet your expectations? Prove you are right in your father’s eyes? If you haven’t noticed Samuel the Rebellion is over, it’s history. And no matter what you do, no matter how much you cut and bleed and pull, the ‘rot’ isn’t going to leave. If it were not me it would be Dontos. Not him, Victus? Isabella? You cut off the nose to spite the face and do nothing for your family in doing so...

...Can you blame me for your fallen star when you do nothing but fight every step your father has taken to reclaim it? For your family’s fortunes when I do nothing but help? I am trying to survive, just as you are.”

Samuel stares into your eyes, unflinching, unwavering, his will rock solid in defiance of you word.

“I offer you a chance to reclaim your family’s fortunes,” you begin again, “The Brunes are not so far below you station to be an insult. I do not intend to steal from you, to profit. And yet that is all you can see.”

“Because that is all you are. A thief. A liar. The same cutthroat sellsword he has always been, come to steal all that he is not deserving of,” Samuel stands, daring you with his own eyes, “I will not marry the swamp girl. I will not accept your help. My father is free to his devices. As for me?” you barely have a moment to respond before you see him winding up, his face wrought with anger, his fist clenched, landing a right hook that smashes into your cheek bone. It was unexpected and the way you were sat nowhere near close enough to react, instead you find yourself falling with the chair, crashing onto the floor attempting to scramble into place before he’s on you to deliver a well placed kick into your ribs, knocking the wind from you. As you gasp for air he stands over you, rolling his arm, and speaks, “As for me... There is nothing left for me here. My father will not see reason. These people your bootlicking dogs. Go ahead Brynden. Punch me. I've nothing to lose now.”

You finally gain enough air to respond, gasping between words,” If I’m the sellsword playing at Lord, then you’re just the spoilt child who pretends he’ll ever be one.”

You can see anger rise in his eyes again and a boot finds itself planted in your side again, you wheeze and suck in air, only to stare at him with burning fire you hadn’t felt since a day in Dorne.

>Retaliate
>Do nothing, he doesn’t deserve your wrath

>>45221417
Into the stocks he goes! Act like a pissant get treated like one!

>>45221429
Laugh.

>>45221429
fucking laugh at him

>>45221429
>>Retaliate
Ok you don't fuck with the dragon

>>45221429
>Do nothing, he doesn’t deserve your wrath
Fine cousin, wallow in your misery, at least it is your own.

>>45221429
>Do nothing, he doesn’t deserve your wrath

Is it now we throw the braid into his face ?

Man he'd get along swimmingly with our stormlands cousin.

>>45221429
>>Retaliate
>Retaliate
>Retaliate
>Retaliate
>Retaliate
>Retaliate

>>45221497
might backfire somehow, but fuck it
seems like something brynden might do

>>45221404
>you were off across the sea fucking whores and putting bastards in their bellies.

We only made two...

>>45221429
Laugh at him.
Then throw him into the stocks, because he is a disgrace.

>>45221429
>>Do nothing, he doesn’t deserve your wrath
take the Black, Samuel, for the sake of your House, take the Black.

Throwing him in the stocks sounds like a great way to the cracklaw lords to rethink this coalition.

>>45221429

Jesus, he just seem stubborn before but he is clearly a petty child throwing that throws a tantrum when things don't go his way. It's sad to think we were close to convince him about the marriage before.

Also he just broke the laws of hospitality right? He is fuck.

>>45221429
>>Do nothing, he doesn’t deserve your wrath

>>45221429
>>45221429

Jesus, he just seem stubborn before but he is clearly a petty child throwing that throws a tantrum when things don't go his way. It's sad to think we were close to convince him about the marriage before.

Also he just broke the laws of hospitality right? He is acurse by the gods now.

This little shit is digging a hole so deep, he's probably gonna make a dig about Isis next.

Seriously: throw him in the stocks.

For one, striking a lord at his own damn gig is poor show, and for two it tarnishes the little turds reputation. Idiot should see his actions have consequences above a dagger to the face.

>>45221429
>>Do nothing, he doesn’t deserve your wrath
Now let's have lunch you little fucking wretch

>>45221429
>Do nothing, he doesn’t deserve your wrath

>>45221628
>>45221657
Are you twins ?

>>45221429
>Do nothing, he doesn’t deserve your wrath

I pity you cousin.

>>45221742
It's my fucking phone going crazy.

Dad could we ever have gotten Samuel on our side? Because it sure as hell doesn't seem that would ever happen before hell froze over.

>>45221775
alright I was just confused by the ending being diffretn

>>45221429
>Do nothing, he doesn’t deserve your wrath
"No Sammy boy, YOU are the rot in your house."

You can see his chest heave from strain, anger and frustration all built up and ready to burst at any moment. The reality of his actions had yet to truly occur to him. Pulling yourself up you brace yourself against the wall of the private box. You could feel the bruise forming on your cheek already. The sounds of the melee being held still could be heard, the scream of a man likely taking a bad landing or hit filling the quiet between you and your cousin. The burning in your eyes does not subside, you wished to punish him. But in the back of your mind something builds, far greater than wrath. No it is laughter, spilling from your mouth. Oh it pains you, you clutch at the side of your chest and wheeze out more laughter. Samuel stares at you his fists clenching again.

“STOP LAUGHING! WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING!” he screams at you. You can feel the clatter of steel on steel in the yard, still louder than the child throwing a tantrum, not enough to bring attention to you. Regardless your laughter continues, he begins to pace back and forth clutching his hair ready to tear it from his head, he starts to dig at you attempting to regain your wrath, “Better it is you’d be dead! Like the rest of them! Donold and Pastorn! Your father, my whore of an aunt! YOU DESERVE TO DIE. NOT THIS ALL OF THIS.”

He swings at you again, the frail attempt hardly mattered to you now. His insults become more personal, more related to how much he deserved all of this compared to you. You do nothing but wheeze out laughter and barely give his words or glare the time of day. Samuel’s look becomes dark, having lost everything else he takes a shot so low it almost gets you to respond, “Isis deserved it. The slut always acted like she was better than everyone else, flirting with any man she could, sleeping with coalboys and Knights alike for favors in King’s Landing. Royce did what we all wished we could. And when she finally gives birth, I hope he slits her throat.”

You stop, pulling in a large breath of air, and reaching into your breast pocket, producing her braid and laying it before you at his feet, “And she is everything I fight for Samuel. You are a pitiful child. Call me the rot all you want, but in the end even you know that is all you’ve become. I pity you.”

Samuel looks at you, his lip trembling, his fists come undone and suddenly it all hits him, what he as done, what it means for him. That your words bore truth, and his, nothing but his own end. You can hear the call of the crowd now, gasping and screaming, to your right are Mason and Victor rushing in, their weapons drawn, calling out to you. Samuel wrenches a dagger from his side, and aims it at the two fully plated Knights. You can see the panic on his face, the beads of sweat beginning to form on his face, he attempts to launch at Mason who catches the dagger in his mailed fist, before crunching his elbow into your cousin’s face crumpling him like paper.

Victor is at your side, checking on you and you smile, his grim face turning to its usual playful dance of smile, “What do you want us to do with him Brynden?”

>Throw him in the stocks
>Throw him in your dungeon
>Lock him up in the tower the Hayfords had been occupying
>Something else? (Specify)

>>45221987
>And when she finally gives birth, I hope he slits her throat.
Oh the bastard know....poor thing, he's just woken up the dragon.

>>45222010
>>Throw him in your dungeon
Looks like Wesley might get to be heir now.

>>45222010
>>Lock him up in the tower the Hayfords had been occupying
And send a maester to work on that face. Don't want him ugly before his wedding.

>>45222010
>Throw him in your dungeon

>>45222010
>Lock him up in the tower the Hayfords had been occupying

>>45222010
>Lock him up in the tower the Hayfords had been occupying

>>45222047
Agreed

>>45222010
>>Lock him up in the tower the Hayfords had been occupying
House arrest since he is still a noble. But this way Daddy and Wesley can tell him he is gonna marry him off

>>45222010
>>Lock him up in the tower the Hayfords had been occupying
He is still marrying that swamp girl, this tantrum did not save him from that, or better yet we can give him the old marry this lady or I'm going to imprison you routine

>>45222010

Nothing, you are free to go cousin.

>>45222010
Seconding
>>45222047

Well now we know why it took so long to produce a single girl

>>45221797
There was one thing that could have convinced him to stand down. I just didn't see Brynden admitting it. Nor anyone coming up with it in the writeins, which unsurprisingly they didn't. The way Samuel acted was more likely to rile everyone up as well so I've been treating this option as Samuel finally having a mental break for awhile.

>>45222133
He struck a Lord he doesn't get to walk free.

>>45222163
Can we know what it was? I sure as hell did not see it.

>>45222163
Can you tell us after the thread end?

>>45222010
>Lock him up in the tower the Hayfords had been occupying
"Somebody get this hothead out of here!"

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>>45222129
>May the Seven have pity on your soul

>>45222165

It will fuck with his mind even more. Tell him he has done nothing of consequence, laght a little and move on like nothing at all happen.

>>45222163
fucker either wanted reconition or wanted to jump on Bryden's pony.

>>45222129
ooooohh, maybe we could force him to ask for a trial by combat, and have Royce being his champion...

I am pretty sure Samuel is Father right now considering the archery compition and the bank loan, etc etc.

>>45222240
While it may seem to be a good idea, it's not. Not only had he struck a Lord, in his own home no less, who invited him and his family. It also gives precedent for other people to do so once word gets out we gave no punishment to him to do whatever they want in our home.

>>45222010
>Lock him up in the tower the Hayfords had been occupying

>>45222010
>Lock him up in the tower the Hayfords had been occupying

Make a point to give him fucking luxury to some degree.

>>45222338
Also father can we have guards inside the tower to make sure Samuel doesn't try to kill himself or escape?

At this point I kinda want to ask which brother they'd prefer. Generally the elder would be no question but under the circumstances...

Hey guys just to be clear, remember that whole Guest Right thing? He fucking broke it so hard all the kings horses and all the kings men couldn't put it together again.

>>45222398
Yeah and we are going to use it against him.

>>45222416
At this point I expect him to sooner take the black out of spite. Possibly right after we've forced him to marry to fuck up the alliance

>>45222435
Nah, he'd do his duty and whelp out a child before then

>>45222435
Him taking the black would be fine. He would no longer be the heir and Wesley could marry the swamp lady

>>45222394
Honestly, it would be better for us if he did. Wesley gets made more desirable marriage option, and he is willing to not be a complete cunt.

>>45222511
I honestly don't want the douchbag to get the chance to go to Royce if he does escape. It seems quite a bit of our plans depend on Royce not knowing much on what we do.

>>45222603
More talking about the killing himself part. Escaping would be bad, I agree with you on that.

>>45222628
OH well yeah if he dies sure just as long as we can keep it quiet.

“Put him under house arrest Ser Victor, bring his father. They will need to have a long conversation after this.”

“And Wesley?” Mason asks pulling Samuel up to his feet in one solid motion.

“He’s still to compete today, allow him. We’ll discuss this with him later. Get Benjen, have him fix up his face. Thank you for that Mason.”

“Aye Brynden. Vic, go get the Maester,” Mason responds gruffly before pulling Samuel off with him.

Victor helps you to your feet and picks up your chair helping you into it, “You alright Brynden? What in the Seven Hells brought that on?”

“Fine Victor, fine. Just in need of wine,” you pause and he smiles at you, “I suppose his father said it best, the embitterment of youth… Nothing I could do or say to him to convince him otherwise. He just… Broke.”

Yeah. Make him take the black.

Ser Victor watches Mason leaving off with Samuel in tow, you can hear him yelling for Yondril and Yanno to help him. The crowd’s eyes are glued to your private box. You’re too far above them for anything to be seen and you wave to their applause. Watching the grand stand Dontos has pulled Winston aside and they are speaking hurriedly before rushing off. This round of the melee finishes up and you see Lucas, Wesley and Duncan all going through along with three others. Wine finds its way to your hand and you use the glass to cool your aching cheek, that would be fun to explain later, Brax, Sarsfield and Lyonel Hill are the last men standing in their round and you begin to assume that you final twenty will include some Westerland Knights. Sighing you finally push yourself up, pressed against the side of the private box, a sharp pain in your side tells you the second kick may have bruised a rib or two. Suddenly the Melee felt like a Essosi party and you laugh to yourself over the thought.

Being alone at the moment hardly suited you, there was a burning want in your heart, there was such a hatred at the moment, unquelled wroth that you did not allow to get the better of you. Not that it didn’t eat at you still, so you decided company was in order for the rest of this round of the melee at least. You find Dontos having returned to the grand stand, his eyes a dark storm, without word he helps you to your seat and takes up position behind you.

“I saw the boy Brynden.”

“Wasn’t me, Mason did that when he went at him with a knife.”

“You’re telling me he sucker punched you?”

“Funny. I know. Called me the sellsword.”

Dontos grunts and shifts his stance, “Intentions?”

“Regarding?”

“What to do with him? Trial? Allow his father to handle it? I am aware you hoped to marry him to the Brune girl. I doubt that is possible now.”

You sigh deeply and take a heavy gulp from your glass, “Thoughts?”

“Trial. If by combat allow the melee winner to champion you. When he loses, allow him to take the black. Wesley becomes next in line, marry him off. Though it matters little what I wish Brynden. What do you wish to do?”

>Agree with Dontos
>Allow Lord Winston Hayford to deal with this
>Trial but with a different end? (Specify)
>Something else? (Specify)

>>45222857
>>Agree with Dontos
Bam

>>45222857
He gets the black no trial. Wesley becomes heir and marries the Brune. Shame though he seemed to like the Cassel woman.

>>45222857
>Agree with Dontos

Everyone wins.

Well, except Samuel. Which means we win double.

I love Dontos' suggestion

>>45222857
>agree with dontos

>>45222857
>Agree with Dontos
It's a good suggestion.

>>45222857
Well I'll definitely talk with his father before I do anything even if I don't hand the matter over to him.

>>45222857
>agree with dontos

>>45222857
>>Agree with Dontos
Any trial they do hold is going to be a murmur's farce anyway. Might as well do it proper.

Spin off quest with all the various /tg/ related Night's Watch members when?

>>45222857
>>Agree with Dontos
>>Allow Lord Winston Hayford to deal with this
I feel we must involve his family. I mean, we DO need to talk with them about this, after all.

>>45223015
Ditto

>>45222888
This

Everything's coming up Malroy!

>>45222857
>Trial but with a different end? (Specify)

He takes the black and goes North, Wesley shall become the Hayfird heir and marry the Blume girl

We win

>>45223327
The trial is pretty much just for show to be a fitting finale of our melee.

>>45222857
Hear Lord Winstons thoughts but unless it's amazing go with Dontos' idea.

>>45223393
Yes however Winston doesn't deserve the honour or glory of that, let alone a chance at actually getting off

>>45223446
Naw man it's a final spectacle to cap it all off. Maybe get a rep for always ending tourneys with a trial by combat.

“It’s a good thought Dontos. Probably for the best all around?”

“More than likely,” he responds flatly, watching the field entirely, “Lord Winston turned pale as a ghost when Ser Victor came down here. Think he knew?”

“I doubt it… He wants this to work. Probably thinks Samuel just ruined his chances to enter this alliance.”

“Has he?”

“I think not. We will need to speak of this, later. When things have cooled down. I can hardly go about this without speaking to him regardless, Samuel is still his son.”

Your Uncle breathes in deep and you can hear him rasping his fingers on the pommel of his sword and suddenly a thought catches you.

“Dontos? Why wouldn’t you be my champion?”

Another uncomfortable grunt, “I believe I may be… Preoccupied.”

“With a duel for a lady’s hand?” you ask with some degree of amusement in your voice.

“Yes,” he responds as bluntly as possible.

“Tomorrow then?”

“After the melee has concluded.”

You almost laugh at the degree of discomfort in Dontos’ voice. You could only dream what such an interaction had been like, and would have much preferred to have bore witness to that rather than a punch to the face.

“Who..?”

“He challenged me. Glove off and everything.”

“Ser Cyrus is not a clever man is he?”

Dontos doesn’t respond and you get a small chuckle before the pain in your side stops it dead. Instead you watch the melee continue. The team rounds were interesting, very much a fight for themselves as Ser Oatwright had shown you, but the small bands that had formed showed you at least some were intelligent enough to know there was strength in numbers. Whoever ended up winning this in the end would likely still need to whip everyone into a cohesive unit, but there was the beginnings of it at least. Your Uncle begins to point out those who have performed well today. Of course he mentions your own and the Knights you yourself have taken notice of, but names off a few you hadn’t recognized, such as a giant of a man Ser Walder Lowther. And the small band of Hedge Knights still left comprised of Ser Keegan of the Gullet, Ser Geoff Redwaters, and your all blue Knight from before Ser Wat Waters, an unfortunate name.

Ser Lucas Longwaters however appears to be in prime form today, allowing a more competitive streak win out over his more conservative approach to the open field round. Wesley and Duncan more or less slow him down now and you note how much he’s improved since the Grand Melee in King’s Landing. Not one to be the first man down again, his form and execution are incredibly, below Dontos to be certain, but far above many of the other Knights still competing. The day winds on, and you soon find yourself with the remains of the one hundred stood before you. After awhile it had become more of a slurred together mess for you, wine clouding your thoughts, and the lingering pains only adding further. However the stretch of twenty Knights knelt before you was sobering enough. As you stand before them you raise hand to allow them to rise, commending them and their performances.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

Well Hope everyone I steady for the amount of shit we are about to get from every other lord because Father wants this to be hard but we keep passing every skill check. So he made this write in based so we'd fail. Rolling for how fucked we are.

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Each man in turn is announced by name and brought forward placing his sword before the grand stand, swearing it and himself to you and your Household. Ser Robb Brax stands among them, as does Wesley and Ser Ambrose Oatwright. When all is said and done the herald calls an end to the day and the smallfolk begin to disappear.

“They’re a good batch of Knights nephew,” Dontos remarks as he helps you towards the castle, “You did good in this. They’ll represent the House well. Now, we need see Bengin before that rib gets any worse, and then… We’ll deal with the Hayfords.”

[End Chapter XXV]

>>45223630
Not at all fucked it would seem.

Thanks for wasting your roll...

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>>45223624
>Walder Lowther
Reach Knight

>>45223630
Damn the Saltygars have competition.

>>45223630
EVERYTHINGS COMING UP MARLROY!

So, what was the thing we could have done/said that would make him stop being retarded?

So that's that for today. The team rounds of the Melee were easily the most boring so I sort of glossed over them with the major point today being Samuel.

For those wondering, Brynden basically bribing Samuel into complacency was one of the only ways to get him to agree. The other was admitting he didn't deserve anything, and then more bribing. So yeah, I didn't see it happening. Had you decided to pick Wesley as the marriage option Samuel would have just left the Melee and that had been the end of it. So yeah. That happened.

Anyway, next thread actually won't be until next Thursday, February 11th . I'm going to busy all weekend with family so I can't do an extra thread,unless I get let off early on Sunday. If that happens I'll let you guys know on Twitter.

I'll be around for a good bit to answer questions tonight after I get something to eat and drink. Plan is for the next thread to be the last Melee one. And the thread after that being the trial split with a Dontos wrecking fools segment.

But thank you all for playing, as always. Glad we're all on the same page for disliking Samuel.

>>45223774
So only by bribing the fuck could we ever get him on our side? The trade deals did fucking nothing? The fuck? Did Winston know about his son being a spoilt shit? Why didn't they say a damn thing about it? Why am I salty about this?

>>45223774

How Salty is that Cassel girl going to get if Wesely marries the swamp girl ?

Also bit of a shame Brynden has become all work work. Hasnt touched a woman since Dorne!

He must been having some abstinences.

How has the event been for our guests and common folks ?

>>45223832
The trade deals didn't mean a damn thing to him because, like the Myr ones, they all sourced from you. Samuel is a dick like that. Loves coin, hates where it came from in these situations.

Winston was well aware, just hoped that Brynden could convince him. Winston is not the smartest Lord in the world. He was a martial man before the Rebellion, now he's just sort of broken down and hoping things work.

>>45223834
Not too salty. It's just flirting right now.

It is a bit of a shame. I gave three options today, THREE!

The event has been pretty great for the smallfolk, they love stuff like this. The Lords and Ladies have enjoyed it as well thanks to you putting the money into some more luxuries for them like the feasts and nice stands for them.

>>45223982
No he ain't a dick he's fucking retarded. Oh this trade deal isn't one of MINE so it's worthless and not of use to get MY house out of debt that it shouldn't be in. Waa waa waa! Hmmm could we take the offending hand that struck us before sending him to the wall if he loses his trial?

>>45224040
Its a ego thing. He has high thoughts about himself and how great he is at making money and how he will save his house.

The this Sellsword comes in and fixes almost everything for him, making look like a fool.

>>45223982
>It is a bit of a shame. I gave three options today, THREE!

Gotta have Brynden wake up with some Reach girl next thread-

>>45223982
Oh yeah, father. If you could help me with that?

>>45221064

>>45224077
No he doesn't. Just stop with trying to fuck every chick. Especially a noble lady. Wait for Obella and the. Spend a month straight in bed knocking her up.

>>45224122
Guy hasnt had something in months and just pick a handmaiden from the Reach and we wont have to worry about bastards. Dont think Obella gives a damn if we have a shag before the wedding.

>>45224091
There's a fair amount of description of my major characters in the House Malroy document. I'm not sure what else you would need/want.

>>45224077
Hit the nail on the head. He's egotistical as all hell. And he resents the hell out of Brynden for making it look 'easy' even though it's been nothing but. Every down Brynden as faced Samuel twisted to look like an up. He really lost it there.

>wake up with some Reach girl next thread

That would be a little unfair of me. She'd be a Crownlands girl.

>>45224143
You sure about that? The way Brynden's been going I'd expect one more often than not.

>>45223982
So he'd take our gold in bribes and like it but not in trade deals? No really fucking idiot is retarded.

>>45224210
Hey, what's swamp girl look like? I don't like to think we stuck our cousin with an uggo

>>45224241
>So he'd take our gold in bribes and like it but not in trade deals? No really fucking idiot is retarded.

He wanted to "win"
>>45224210
Now that is just cruel Father.

>>45224241
>So he'd take our gold in bribes and like it but not in trade deals? No really fucking idiot is retarded.

He wouldn't have been happy about it. A steady supply of gold would keep him complacent until it ran out or Brynden just got pissed off enough. He was obviously not thinking rationally at all and just wanted to feel like the wrongs were righted, at least in his eyes.

>>45224278
Unremarkable. She isn't overly pretty, but not ugly either. Wesley wouldn't be offended much.

>>45224280
>>45224365
Sorry I keep beating a dead horse but I don't understand him at all. You don't "win" by being a shit and turning your nose up at any WILLING help. Trust your family but verify what they're doing matches what they say. So far Brynden has been. Guess I'm just pissed about what he said about Isis or something.

>>45224444
This isnt about what Brynden has done or what has happened, it is more about how he sees it. From his perspective Brynden is fucking him over and only Brynden falling to his knees and bribing him with large amount of gold would he consider pasted faults corrected.

>>45224143
>Guy hasnt had something in months and just pick a handmaiden from the Reach and we wont have to worry about bastards. Dont think Obella gives a damn if we have a shag before the wedding.

How correct is that Father ?

I thought of a great insult for Sammy. He's not even a spoilt child just a grasping essosi whore.

>>45224750
A failed one at that. The madam kicked her out and now her backs up because she has to take her coin directly from her johns instead of it all being prearranged.

>>45224365
Oh just wanted to say I agree with everything that sleepyanon is saying. Great job there, it's all in all a shit time and person but it's realistic. Some times people just break.

>>45224617
It is and it isn't. She wouldn't be upset per say. Just redoubling her efforts to make sure Brynden stayed loyal.

>>45224750
>>45224831
Christ alive, poor Samuel. He's had some hard times man.

>>45224860
He's a good mixture of frustration, egotism, and just losing his damn shit. Don't get me wrong I definitely see where SleepyAnon is coming from, he went pants on head retarded for sure. And then started flinging insults when he wasn't validated and fell further into the hole. He had a break and it was a long time coming for him.

>>45224995
Thanks for the thread father

>>45224995
You make my shit days better, Padre

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>tfw no drawfags to draw a family portrait

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>>45226144
I miss Harrock it got me into /tg/

>>45223630
Failed? If anything this was the best possible outcome. Samuel losing his shit and wailing on us, breaking guest right, means that we are well within our rights to send him to the Wall and strip him of nobility. That means Wesley will be heir, and he's the far more agreeable son. All it cost us was a few bruised ribs.

>>45227810
I wouldn't call it the best possible outcome as Samuel was the more adequate at making money in House Hayford, yes he's a shitlord of the greatest magnitude, but he's still a cut above his brother and his father....
Now maybe this'll force his father to try to be the man he was before he got trucked by the war, maybe he could marry the swamp girl?

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>>45226144
>tfw it was one of your first quests
>tfw you still miss it

>>45228910
Can't his father choose Wesley as his heir? Samuel is only in line so long as he has approval. I think hes pretty much lost that.

>>45229912
Westerosis politics rely a lot on posturing and shits, to disown Samuel in favor to Wesley would be something huge in the tiny pool of Lords we're waddling in. Dontos' option gives him a mean to do so, though some Lords would shitpost on the tapestry board of Westeros 4chan about how Brynden blew that shit out of proportions...
>Samuel did nothing wrong
And all that

>>45229984
Yeah, but you don't want an heir who has blatant anger issues and lack of self control to haul off and punch their ally in the face.

Really it all depends, swapping heirs as the punishment at least lets sam stay with his family etc. Where he can actually be of use.

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>Samuel is a Baratheon lapdog who betrayed his liege to fight for the usurper
>He got a bit of a taste of what it's like to be a traitor in the chaotic aftermath
>Somehow it's Brynden's fault that he got what he deserved for being a treasonous cunt
Do all these stag-suckers flip out when every little thing doesn't go their way?

I can't be the only one to see a parallel between Samuel being jealous of Brynden getting his house back on its feet and Robert being salty enough to send thousands of poor folks marching to their deaths just because Lyanna chose Rhaegar over him.

>>45230056
I wondered where you were in this thread.

>>45230013
>at least lets sam stay with his family etc. Where he can actually be of use.

No, no no! That is a bad idea. You are asking for some sort of civil war within the house. You remove him from position of power so he cant thread wesely or us.

>>45230081
He was renovating his troll hole.

>>45230088
Eh, fair enough. If the man had been shown able to behave itd be worth considering but with this break?
Its a case of a bad situation all round.

Just seems a waste, though i suppose forcing him to take the black lets him die a dogs death to white walkers in 15 years or so.

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>>45230081
Can't steal the show every time.

Nice to know I was missed.

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>>45230126
Rightful dragon coming through

>>45228910
Honestly, I still think it's the best outcome. Samuel may be the best money maker of the Hayford House, but with his attitude we'd have to bribe him and assuage his ego to get him to cooperate. With that in mind, I don't think Sam was worth the gold and posturing to keep him in check. Better to have Sam removed from the board then risk having him secretly undermine, plus we get an heir whose more willing to work with us and listen to our suggestions.

The biggest tragedy really is Samuel's attitude. If things were different, maybe it wouldn't have come to this and we could take advantage of his keen business sense without having to provide additional incentive. As itis though, good riddance.

>>45230056
I think for once I agree with you. The kid made his bed, and it's not our fault he has to lie in it.

>>45231760
>The kid made his bed, and it's not our fault he has to lie in it.

If only he had listened he could have had a cute swamp girl in it.

>>45230013
He didn't just punch us, he flat out beat on us, his host. Samuel's lucky we aren't considering executing him for what he's done, because we'd be well within our rights to

>>45231929
You are right but i'd rather we use it politically against him and his family to get what we want and then send him to the wall because he is "family"

Speaking of family, we should probably prepare a gift for Obella when she comes we already got that chair for her, some jewelry/dresses and pick out a horse for her.

Does anyone has a link for the "Out of Strife, Prosperity" expansion? Can't find any

>>45231949
>and pick out a horse for her.
That'll be a good scene, every Malroy needs a golden horse

>>45231949
Anon, Wesley would already be heir if Samuel takes the black (members of the watch lose the right to inherit or marry). No need to force Winston to officially declare that Wesley be his rightful heir, because legally he would anyway once Sam takes the black. Basically, what Dontos suggested and what we voted for is exactly what you wanted.

>>45232097
But that was just what i was saying.

>>45232109
Then what do you mean when you said you'd rather we use it politically against him? That is what we're doing, so I'm confused at your wording.

>>45232136
He was saying he didn't want to rob the Hayfords of their son, and to use the threat of the Black to change their inheritance order.

This is a terrible idea though because it leaves a guy hanging around who hates our guts and has good reason to undermine us.

>>45232187
>This is a terrible idea though
I can see where they're coming from, even so.

He is family after all. And still young. Poor guy's problems boil down to being jealous as fuck of Brynden. It seems a little excessive to get rid of him just because.

>>45232136
I meant politically as in. Have Sam take the black and get Wesley marry the swamp girl which would bring the Hayford more under our control.

>>45232187
Agreed, that's a dumb idea. If the dumb nigga ain't gonna play ball, don't piss him off further and then leave him on the bench. That would just give Samuel more reason to betray us.

>>45232240
We'll probably give him one last chance to see reason as we go through with the trial

>>45232282
Nah the fucker is going to go black and never go back.

He assaulted us and attacked our knights with a dagger and broke guest right.

>>45232282
Dude we already voted with almost everyone agreed to Dontos' proposal, so that means it will be trial by combat with Samuel going to the wall if he loses. Pretty cut and dry.

>>45232282
Nope. He's losing the hand that struck us, the tongue that insulted Isis and taking the black. Family is important but when they are stupid enough to assault their host and break guest right? Your done.

>>45232321
>and broke guest right
I mean, technically speaking aren't we out in a pavillion in a field somewhere? Not what i'd call 'under our roof' exactly. Not gonna' argue he shouldn't get what's coming to him, i'm always up for kicking the snot out of a Baratheon supporter, but i'm not sure he violated guest right exactly.

>>45232404
Eh, semantics. If you want to get technical, we own the pavilion Samuel beat us under, and it has a roof. So he beat us under our own roof.

>>45232468
speaking of semantics and technicalities. What ever happened to our laywer ?

>>45232662
Still 15 months off.

>>45232716
Ah okay. Also welcome back father. Had fun while you were gone ?

Could you tell us what we can expect for the next thread ?

>>45232716
How exactly did Cyris challenge Dontos?

>>45232742
Had fun sleeping. Haha I'm free until about 3 so I'm just hanging out here if anyone is around to ask questions as is normal while I work on mapping out Steadhold.

Next thread will be the finale of the Melee, I plan to give at least the last couple of rounds a pretty good amount of focus. Some talking to Wesley. Signing the treaty and talking about some of that stuff, they want to invite you to Dyre Den. Maybe we'll get to the trial and the combat part?

>>45232930
I plan to do an extended Dontos section, and that'll likely be the thread after, starting from the duel challenge, some hysterically awkward Lady Alexes Chelsted interactions, and then the duel itself. So that's the plan for the next couple of threads.

After that we'll probably be getting into the trip to King's Landing to meet with Arryn again, if you guys want to do that.

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>>45233067
Nice also I do want to meet the old man. And when we do we ask when Isis is being freed from Redfuck. Also was Sammy part of the young lords with redshit?

>>45232716

Jesus, more than a year to get the guy? What are we doing giving a scholarship to someone and wait for him to graduate?

>>45233067
How dissapointed will Obella be when she finds out we havnt even flirted with other women?

She may think we are becoming boring!

Should we not be getting Victus is first proper horse for him to take care of soon ?

How is the word about our melee in the surrounding lands, how are the other nobles taking it ?

Who is the most salty right now, Samuel or Giselle ?

>>45233186
Anon it is always the Saltygars. Always.

>>45233110
thanks based anon

>>45233067
Can you show us what you have made so far ?

>>45233067
How is it going with your real life group, are they still watching and judging us ?

If so, what do they think ?

>>45233162
Nah Samuel hated Redward just as much you did, just for different reasons. He didn't have anything to do with that little coalition.

>>45233172
Just how the dice fell on that one. Benjin sent a letter of inquire to Oldtown, and they haven't found anyone suitable for the position yet.

>>45233186
She'll mostly tease Brynden about it, but she'll take note of all the business he's gotten done and will be happy about it. She will expect a lot of attention and 'fun' Brynden when she first gets there however. She would have been all about the Lys trip.

Victus already has his own horse, one of Goldsong's offspring that he named Redsong. I really would like to do a Victus POV but it would spoil a couple things about the character.

Celtigar>Samuel>Giselle for salt levels.

>>45233312
It doesn't look like much right now, so not quite. Besides that I'm working on some homebrew holdings to spend Defense on to improve Steadhold. The Night's Watch supplement has some stuff I can build from.

>>45233328
We haven't had a chance to run since my move, but I'll be doing it over skype. They did repel the Gold Company invasion however and are still busy flipping out.

My significant other and Robb Waters still play, but both are busy with school so mostly it's lurking right now.

>>45233407

Oh we just sent a letter. Yeah, the waiting time seems more reasonable. Probably its beneath a mountain of unrelated papers.

>>45233407
>Victus already has his own horse, one of Goldsong's offspring that he named Redsong.

Victus has many gifts. Originality is not one of them.

How are things at court with the king, queen and Jon Arryn ?

Does Samuel understand just have much he has fucked up ?

>>45233536
I can only imagine the beaucracy.

How are things going with our aunt and cunt of a brother ?

What does our aunt think of the marriage ?

>>45233407
Please tell me our other cousin is t a shit like Sammy boy.

>>45233536
Benjin sent it specifically to the Maester that oversees the law instruction at the Citadel, old friend of his. So yeah it'll be a bit.

>>45233556
Nothing out of the ordinary, I don't bother to mention what's going on in King's Landing much because often it doesn't effect Brynden. Arryn is in the Vale right now, some fete or other, he'll be back in King's Landing within the month.

The longer he sits in tower under lock and key the more he realizes what the hell he just did. For the most part Samuel is far more intelligent than this, just really broken down. He's going to be a real mess come the trial.

>>45233681
Cunt of a cousin I assume? Your aunt is still trying to find him a suitable marriage option. Archie isn't exactly being helpful, he's turned down a fair share of prospects because he doesn't think they are a fair match. Right now he's after some Estermont girl that is way out of his league.

Isabella just found out, because Dontos wrote her, and she's very happy for Brynden. Surprised mostly.

>>45233747
Archie is a shithead but not in the same way as Samuel. He knows better than to do anything. He just doesn't like Brynden on principle.