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Myke will tell Prestan to stay at home. There could have been some benefits from bringing the boy, but as many of you b… morerought up it would have also put him in danger, and Lord Trevas certainly wouldn't have liked it.
The next part will be Gwendis PoV. Last time we were on Blackmont, Gwendis firstly had a chat with her brother who then left for a hunt with couple friends. However, after that was the meat of the part, as Gwendis took part in the council meeting. To her surprise there was also her father, King Benedict, who usually doesn't bother with these meetings. The council went first through an issue with the kingdom's harvest being poor, and it was decided to give aid for the villages and farms of the northern part of the kingdom. The council also briefly touched on the conquer declaration of the Martells, but the main issue of the meeting was a message from Albin Manwoody, where he declared bunch of villages on th… [view original content]
Gwendis had to clench her teeth together and close her eyes for a moment, but she just couldn’t argue against her father. It would be futile. As King Benedict realized that his daughter would stay silent, a small and cold grin appeared on his face. Gwendis didn’t know what that grin was, mockery, pride or something else, but she still felt anger boiling inside her.
“If we are going to start a war, we should at least ask support from the Daynes.” She said, keeping her voice as calm as she could. Maester Mortin subtly nodded in agreement. “A help would be much needed, considering the situation…”
“And what makes you trust the Daynes so much?” Benedict asked coldly, ignoring the maester. Gwendis gave a questioning glare at her father. “They are family to us, father.” She said with sharp and strict words, but the look Benedict gave her was neglecting.
“They were your mother’s family once, they mean nothing to me.” He stated with calm and cynical tone. “And I most certainly do not trust them. There will be no raven sent to the Kingdom of Torrentine.” The King gave a meaning look at the maester as he finished speaking. Once again Gwendis felt the urge to argue against her father, but she bit her tongue, glancing at Braddock and Maester Mortin who were both sheepishly keeping their gaze at the table. She knew both of these men would agree with her. If only they had the courage to open their mouths.
“So, what is to be done next?” Ser Kegan Drinkwater broke the silence with his question. King Benedict stood up from his chair, a dreary look on his eyes. “Maester Mortin, you will send the ravens to the vassals.” He said as he started walking towards the door. “And Ser Kegan, you will ride to the villages with your men to recruit us more infantry.” Ser Kegan nodded with devotion in his eyes. Without anymore words the King opened the door and walked out, the sorcerer Noctis following after him. As the doors closed the council was left in a tense silence.
“Great, another senseless and bloody war ahead.” Gwendis said finally, as she couldn't keep her frustration inside anymore. Braddock let out a sigh, Maester Mortin kept his gaze down, and Ser Kegan frowned at her words. Lyla Sand stood up from her chair. “Don’t be upset, sweet princess.” She chirped with slow and simple words, like she was talking to a child. “I’m sure your father will let you play the ruler again, once we are done with the war.” Lyla had an annoying smirk on as she spoke, but the Princess kept her cool.
“I’m sure this is all very fun for you, Lyla.” She replied coldly. “Your skills at killing are your only real value to this kingdom after all.” Lyla let out a little giggle for Gwendis’ words. “You are right, my Princess.” She said with a disturbingly sweet tone. “I love killing.” The bastard girl whispered and smoothly walked out of the room, as the Princess watched her go with narrowed eyes.
“I suppose I have some work to do.” The maester mumbled as he stood up. He bowed once more for Gwendis, and walked out, Braddock following after him. The only ones left in the room now were Gwendis and Ser Kegan Drinkwater. The master-at-arms looked at the Princess with stern eyes.
“I suggest you not to do anything stupid, my Princess.” He said with serious tone, and Gwendis raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean, Ser?” She asked, keeping her voice polite, and Ser Kegan let out a sigh. “It’s clear you are against this war.” He replied. “But sometimes war is necessary, and if you plan to protest…”
“I have no such plans, Ser Kegan.” Gwendis cut the knight off with cold and strict words. The look on Kegan’s face was surprised, even a bit awe-struck. “Now, I believe my father gave you an order. Go on, do your duty.” The knight gulped and bowed to the Princess, quickly making his way out of the room. As Ser Kegan closed the door behind him, Gwendis let out a deep sigh and pressed her face against her palms in frustration.
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Gwendis stood by one of the windows of the western tower. The sun was setting, and the Princess clenched her fists nervously. The whole day she had felt defeated. But I can’t just give up, I can’t let this war ruin my kingdom. Suddenly she heard steps and rattling of an armor from behind. Gwendis turned around and saw the Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Thomos the Thunder, walking towards her on the corridor. Thomos – despite his nickname – was a calm and reasonable man on his late thirties, skilled at swordplay and widely known for it. But years ago, before entering the service of King Benedict, he had been a mere hedge knight.
“Is everything alright, my Princess?” Ser Thomos asked with a friendly tone, and Gwendis nodded. “I’m fine, thank you.” She replied with a weak smile on her face. Ser Thomos walked next to her and looked out the window. “I heard about the message from Albin Manwoody.” He said and turned his eyes to Gwendis. “War is never a pleasant thing, but Albin is taking things too far, it demands an answer.” Gwendis sighed at the Thomos’ words.
“Did my father send you?” She asked with bored tone, but the knight shook his head. “Your father is in his dark chambers. But I knew you would not like this.” He spoke calmly and Gwendis nodded slowly. “Well you are right about that.” She replied with little interest in her words, turning her eyes to the window again.
“Perhaps you would like me to escort you back to your chambers, my Princess?” Ser Thomos proposed, but the Princess shook her head. “I still need to go meet the maester.” Gwendis said quietly but decisively. The only reason she had stopped by the window was that she had been unsure, but now she had made her decision.
“As you wish.” Ser Thomos said politely. Gwendis nodded to the Kingsguard and turned around, walking towards the stairs. She walked up all the way to the maester’s chamber that was on the highest floor of the tower. Gwendis took a deep breath and knocked on the wooden door.
“Who is it?” She heard the tired voice of Maester Mortin asking. “It’s the Princess.” She answered with determined voice, and immediately she could hear the maester rushing towards the door. He opened it and looked at Gwendis with surprised expression. “Princess.” He muttered. “Why are you here?”
“Do I have no right to come here?” She asked, perhaps a bit more aggressively than was necessary. It’s been an annoying day. “I’m sorry, my Princess. Of course you are welcome.” The maester said sheepishly and stepped out of the way. Gwendis walked in with tired steps. “But… May I still ask, what is the meaning of this visit, my Princess?”
“I assume you’ve sent the ravens.” Gwendis said as she looked around the slightly messy room. “I have, my Princess.” The maester answered quickly, and the Princess turned her eyes to him. “What do you think will happen to the people who are starving once we take all their able-bodied men to war?” Gwendis asked with calm and monotone words, and Maester Mortin gulped. “Well… We can only do our best to…” He started but stopped as Gwendis shook her head.
“I know you agree with me that this war is useless and will only bring harm to the common folk.” Gwendis said with strict words, and Mortin let out a sigh and scratched his grey hair. “It is true, but there is nothing we can do about that.” He replied with defeated tone, and Gwendis nodded in agreement. “You are right, we can’t stop the war. But there is something else we could do to help our people survive this hard time, something my father does not approve of.” Gwendis spoke with determination in her voice. “King Vorian is my uncle, and he is an ally even if my father does not understand that.” Maester Mortin looked at Gwendis with timid and fearful eyes. Gwendis knew the maester would follow her command, but she also knew that by giving that command she might put the poor old man in danger. But I don’t want my people to starve because of a petty war.
[Command the maester to send a raven to Starfall][Don't command the maester]
Well, I don't think this is dangerous for the Maester. In fact, I think this is more dangerous for Gwendis herself and well, I would obviously like to keep her out of harm's way as good as possible. Benedict is still someone whom I don't quite know what to make of. Even worse, I have no idea what to make of his advisors. If Gwendis sends a raven to Starfall against the direct order of the king, there's no saying how he might react. Speaking against him could have worked without any repercussions, but the stuff with the raven can even be seen as treason in the worst case. I have no idea how Benedict treats his daughter if he suspects her to betray him. I have no idea how much influence his advisors, who don't seem to be on her side, might have on him and if she does stuff they see as harmful for their own goals (which they almost certainly have), then they might be capable to do anything to get her out of the way. Maybe I'm just too paranoid, but I see Gwendis' current situation as potentially surrounded by very dangerous enemies, with not even her father being on her side, so she has to be very careful here. I definitely won't make a decision that might be harmful for Gwendis, or make the mistake of trusting anyone in this court farther than I can shoot them. On a positive side, maybe it's just my biased opinion but I absolutely love the suspense in the court of Blackmont, great job
Gwendis
Gwendis had to clench her teeth together and close her eyes for a moment, but she just couldn’t argue against her father. It woul… mored be futile. As King Benedict realized that his daughter would stay silent, a small and cold grin appeared on his face. Gwendis didn’t know what that grin was, mockery, pride or something else, but she still felt anger boiling inside her.
“If we are going to start a war, we should at least ask support from the Daynes.” She said, keeping her voice as calm as she could. Maester Mortin subtly nodded in agreement. “A help would be much needed, considering the situation…”
“And what makes you trust the Daynes so much?” Benedict asked coldly, ignoring the maester. Gwendis gave a questioning glare at her father. “They are family to us, father.” She said with sharp and strict words, but the look Benedict gave her was neglecting.
“They were your mother’s family once, they mean nothing to me.” He stated wit… [view original content]
Exactly what Liquid said... we don't actually knows who is her friend around and who is not. I would rather wait for more parts before deciding on choices which can be harmful for her.
Gwendis
Gwendis had to clench her teeth together and close her eyes for a moment, but she just couldn’t argue against her father. It woul… mored be futile. As King Benedict realized that his daughter would stay silent, a small and cold grin appeared on his face. Gwendis didn’t know what that grin was, mockery, pride or something else, but she still felt anger boiling inside her.
“If we are going to start a war, we should at least ask support from the Daynes.” She said, keeping her voice as calm as she could. Maester Mortin subtly nodded in agreement. “A help would be much needed, considering the situation…”
“And what makes you trust the Daynes so much?” Benedict asked coldly, ignoring the maester. Gwendis gave a questioning glare at her father. “They are family to us, father.” She said with sharp and strict words, but the look Benedict gave her was neglecting.
“They were your mother’s family once, they mean nothing to me.” He stated wit… [view original content]
Well, I don't think this is dangerous for the Maester. In fact, I think this is more dangerous for Gwendis herself and well, I would obviously like to keep her out of harm's way as good as possible.
Understandable. It seems we are starting with a very risk-free route on Gwendis story - of course there could be surprising consequences on choices like this too. And well, the voting of course isn't over yet
I have no idea how Benedict treats his daughter if he suspects her to betray him.
Yep, that's exactly how it should be, he is a very unpredictable person. Gwendis doesn't even know him that well these days because for so many years he has spent most of his time with his sorcerers.
I have no idea how much influence his advisors, who don't seem to be on her side, might have on him and if she does stuff they see as harmful for their own goals (which they almost certainly have), then they might be capable to do anything to get her out of the way.
The Blackmont cast is perhaps the one I enjoy writing the most at the moment, just because there is such a variety in characters. And again, what you said is true, many of these characters are definitely not trustworthy and have their own personal agendas.
On a positive side, maybe it's just my biased opinion but I absolutely love the suspense in the court of Blackmont, great job
I'm glad you like it, even if this part was perhaps a bit underwhelming right after the epicness of your chapter finale
[Don't command the maester]
Well, I don't think this is dangerous for the Maester. In fact, I think this is more dangerous for Gwendis he… morerself and well, I would obviously like to keep her out of harm's way as good as possible. Benedict is still someone whom I don't quite know what to make of. Even worse, I have no idea what to make of his advisors. If Gwendis sends a raven to Starfall against the direct order of the king, there's no saying how he might react. Speaking against him could have worked without any repercussions, but the stuff with the raven can even be seen as treason in the worst case. I have no idea how Benedict treats his daughter if he suspects her to betray him. I have no idea how much influence his advisors, who don't seem to be on her side, might have on him and if she does stuff they see as harmful for their own goals (which they almost certainly have), then they might be capable to do anything to get her out of the way… [view original content]
Understandable. It seems we are starting with a very risk-free route on Gwendis story - of course there could be surprising consequences on choices like this too. And well, the voting of course isn't over yet
A part of me was originally leaning a bit in favour of notifying the Dayne's, because if Benedict or any of these snakes around him try to get Gwendis out of the way, having a guy like Vorian around could literally be what saves her life. At the same time, the potential risks greatly overshadow the potential benefits in this case, as Benedict is almost certainly going to be severely pissed if she ignores his direct order. It is a hard choice though, and one I hope I won't seriously regret. I definitely do not want Gwendis to piss anyone off in this snake pit.
Yep, that's exactly how it should be, he is a very unpredictable person. Gwendis doesn't even know him that well these days because for so many years he has spent most of his time with his sorcerers.
Hell, I'm half expecting him to be any bit as bad as he seems to be and half expecting him to turn out as a dark, but ultimately well-intentioned guy, though I think the former is far more likely. I'm not even sure if family means anything to him, because if it doesn't, then Gwendis and Naemon are both in severe danger. But literally everything I know about him is mere speculation, whereas I think I can correctly guess how people like Albin and Vorian are going to react in certain situations.
The Blackmont cast is perhaps the one I enjoy writing the most at the moment, just because there is such a variety in characters. And again, what you said is true, many of these characters are definitely not trustworthy and have their own personal agendas.
Yeah, I find it hard to trust anyone there, aside from Naemon and Gwendis. I'm always guessing who the worst of the bunch is. The sorcerer seems like a more straightforward type of evil and well, most sorcerers in ASOIAF seem to lean more to the evil/ruthless side of the spectrum and he also has the not trustworthy name of Noctis. Then we have Aisha and, honestly, I'm not making the mistake of trusting anyone who is called 'Dark Priestess'. She gives me Melisandre-vibes and that means it is probably for the best to keep her away from the princess. Though currently I have the opinion that Lyla might be the most dangerous of the bunch. It's clear that Noctis and Aisha are so untrustworthy that I doubt Gwendis is ever making the mistake of spending time with them, whereas Lyla seemed almost alright for a professional killer, until she said her last line in this part. That was a major red flag for me. In turn, I'm perhaps the most paranoid person ever when it comes to this, as I don't even trust the maester or Braddock. The only ones who seem well-meaning and straightforward are Ser Kegan and Ser Thomos, which means I won't be surprised if they turn out to be in league with the sorcerer, the assassin or the dark priestess. I'm sure at least one of these characters does not deserve my distrust, but I prefer to trust no one than to make the mistake of trusting the wrong person. I actually see that as kinda clever. I'm expecting anyone in this storyline to be the absolute worst, constantly scheming, capable of literally anything at any time, so that nothing they ever do is going to catch me off guard. I'm paranoid, but prepared XD
I'm glad you like it, even if this part was perhaps a bit underwhelming right after the epicness of your chapter finale
Hehe, I disagree with that. This one was simply great in a different way. I enjoyed the subtlety, the intrigue, and the fact that my shameless biasness towards Gwendis means that I literally read every line twice to look for and avoid any hidden traps that could lead to her undoing
Well, I don't think this is dangerous for the Maester. In fact, I think this is more dangerous for Gwendis herself and well, I would obvious… morely like to keep her out of harm's way as good as possible.
Understandable. It seems we are starting with a very risk-free route on Gwendis story - of course there could be surprising consequences on choices like this too. And well, the voting of course isn't over yet
I have no idea how Benedict treats his daughter if he suspects her to betray him.
Yep, that's exactly how it should be, he is a very unpredictable person. Gwendis doesn't even know him that well these days because for so many years he has spent most of his time with his sorcerers.
I have no idea how much influence his advisors, who don't seem to be on her side, might have on him and if she does stuff they see as harmful for their own goals (which they almost certainly have), then they might be capable to do anythi… [view original content]
[Command the maester to send a raven to Starfall] The points that have been gave by everyone so far are definitely very valid points. However I think Gwendis needs to stand up to her father on this. It is just a guess and I may be way off but maybe King Benedict is testing her? It showed that when she stayed silent that Benedict had a smile that probably showed that he knew that she would not go against him and that if I had to guess he probably likes the fact that he does not have anyone that will go against what he says. I also can't really see why Gwendis calling to her uncle Vorian for help could hurt anything, I would say King Vorian would be more than happy to send men to help with his niece's cause and it would make it that much easier for the Blackmonts to take care of this situation before it can escalate too far. Of course Benedict's opinion of his kids has not been completely established yet so I may be off the mark but nonetheless I am intrigued to see where it could go!
Gwendis
Gwendis had to clench her teeth together and close her eyes for a moment, but she just couldn’t argue against her father. It woul… mored be futile. As King Benedict realized that his daughter would stay silent, a small and cold grin appeared on his face. Gwendis didn’t know what that grin was, mockery, pride or something else, but she still felt anger boiling inside her.
“If we are going to start a war, we should at least ask support from the Daynes.” She said, keeping her voice as calm as she could. Maester Mortin subtly nodded in agreement. “A help would be much needed, considering the situation…”
“And what makes you trust the Daynes so much?” Benedict asked coldly, ignoring the maester. Gwendis gave a questioning glare at her father. “They are family to us, father.” She said with sharp and strict words, but the look Benedict gave her was neglecting.
“They were your mother’s family once, they mean nothing to me.” He stated wit… [view original content]
This was a hard decision for me, and there were only a few reasons why I decided to chose this option. First and foremost, Gwendis is one for the people, and she will be no good to the people if she angers her father enough that she loses her position in power. From our Dayne PoV, it would appear that Vorian holds no rivals against the Blackmonts, and are wanting to stay out of war, hell they're even willing to fund the Drylands to go against the Martell's. I think the real threat lies in the east, and the Daynes will be needed to fight that war rather than being caught up in a war irrelevant to them. Of course, if they also received a raven from Albin than they may already meet up in the future anyway.
Gwendis
Gwendis had to clench her teeth together and close her eyes for a moment, but she just couldn’t argue against her father. It woul… mored be futile. As King Benedict realized that his daughter would stay silent, a small and cold grin appeared on his face. Gwendis didn’t know what that grin was, mockery, pride or something else, but she still felt anger boiling inside her.
“If we are going to start a war, we should at least ask support from the Daynes.” She said, keeping her voice as calm as she could. Maester Mortin subtly nodded in agreement. “A help would be much needed, considering the situation…”
“And what makes you trust the Daynes so much?” Benedict asked coldly, ignoring the maester. Gwendis gave a questioning glare at her father. “They are family to us, father.” She said with sharp and strict words, but the look Benedict gave her was neglecting.
“They were your mother’s family once, they mean nothing to me.” He stated wit… [view original content]
Gwendis
Gwendis had to clench her teeth together and close her eyes for a moment, but she just couldn’t argue against her father. It woul… mored be futile. As King Benedict realized that his daughter would stay silent, a small and cold grin appeared on his face. Gwendis didn’t know what that grin was, mockery, pride or something else, but she still felt anger boiling inside her.
“If we are going to start a war, we should at least ask support from the Daynes.” She said, keeping her voice as calm as she could. Maester Mortin subtly nodded in agreement. “A help would be much needed, considering the situation…”
“And what makes you trust the Daynes so much?” Benedict asked coldly, ignoring the maester. Gwendis gave a questioning glare at her father. “They are family to us, father.” She said with sharp and strict words, but the look Benedict gave her was neglecting.
“They were your mother’s family once, they mean nothing to me.” He stated wit… [view original content]
It's not worth it. Let's assume we sent the letter and Benedict doesn't know anything. Then Vorian arrives and Ben is like "wot? I haven't sent for them...GWENDIS!!!" and all seven hells might break loose and instead of a war with Manwoodys we'll have a civil war in Blackmont, haha.
Gwendis
Gwendis had to clench her teeth together and close her eyes for a moment, but she just couldn’t argue against her father. It woul… mored be futile. As King Benedict realized that his daughter would stay silent, a small and cold grin appeared on his face. Gwendis didn’t know what that grin was, mockery, pride or something else, but she still felt anger boiling inside her.
“If we are going to start a war, we should at least ask support from the Daynes.” She said, keeping her voice as calm as she could. Maester Mortin subtly nodded in agreement. “A help would be much needed, considering the situation…”
“And what makes you trust the Daynes so much?” Benedict asked coldly, ignoring the maester. Gwendis gave a questioning glare at her father. “They are family to us, father.” She said with sharp and strict words, but the look Benedict gave her was neglecting.
“They were your mother’s family once, they mean nothing to me.” He stated wit… [view original content]
Even though it may be dangerous for both maester and Gwen, I think it's worth it. Sending this raven don't mean that Daynes will march to the Blackmont to help them, it will be just informing King Vorian about the situation between Blackmonts and Manwoodys. If we have that choice, why not? Daynes deserve to know what is going on with their cousins and I believe allies. If King Benedict isn't a psycho like Albin there's no risk for Gwendis for doing that, so in my opinion we should go for it.
Gwendis
Gwendis had to clench her teeth together and close her eyes for a moment, but she just couldn’t argue against her father. It woul… mored be futile. As King Benedict realized that his daughter would stay silent, a small and cold grin appeared on his face. Gwendis didn’t know what that grin was, mockery, pride or something else, but she still felt anger boiling inside her.
“If we are going to start a war, we should at least ask support from the Daynes.” She said, keeping her voice as calm as she could. Maester Mortin subtly nodded in agreement. “A help would be much needed, considering the situation…”
“And what makes you trust the Daynes so much?” Benedict asked coldly, ignoring the maester. Gwendis gave a questioning glare at her father. “They are family to us, father.” She said with sharp and strict words, but the look Benedict gave her was neglecting.
“They were your mother’s family once, they mean nothing to me.” He stated wit… [view original content]
I'm not making the mistake of trusting anyone who is called 'Dark Priestess'. She gives me Melisandre-vibes and that means it is probably for the best to keep her away from the princess.Though currently I have the opinion that Lyla might be the most dangerous of the bunch.It's clear that Noctis and Aisha are so untrustworthy that I doubt Gwendis is ever making the mistake of spending time with them, whereas Lyla seemed almost alright for a professional killer, until she said her last line in this part.
Understandable. It seems we are starting with a very risk-free route on Gwendis story - of course there could be surprising consequences on … morechoices like this too. And well, the voting of course isn't over yet
A part of me was originally leaning a bit in favour of notifying the Dayne's, because if Benedict or any of these snakes around him try to get Gwendis out of the way, having a guy like Vorian around could literally be what saves her life. At the same time, the potential risks greatly overshadow the potential benefits in this case, as Benedict is almost certainly going to be severely pissed if she ignores his direct order. It is a hard choice though, and one I hope I won't seriously regret. I definitely do not want Gwendis to piss anyone off in this snake pit.
Yep, that's exactly how it should be, he is a very unpredictable person. Gwendis doesn't even know him that well these days because for so many years he has spent mos… [view original content]
Gwendis
Gwendis had to clench her teeth together and close her eyes for a moment, but she just couldn’t argue against her father. It woul… mored be futile. As King Benedict realized that his daughter would stay silent, a small and cold grin appeared on his face. Gwendis didn’t know what that grin was, mockery, pride or something else, but she still felt anger boiling inside her.
“If we are going to start a war, we should at least ask support from the Daynes.” She said, keeping her voice as calm as she could. Maester Mortin subtly nodded in agreement. “A help would be much needed, considering the situation…”
“And what makes you trust the Daynes so much?” Benedict asked coldly, ignoring the maester. Gwendis gave a questioning glare at her father. “They are family to us, father.” She said with sharp and strict words, but the look Benedict gave her was neglecting.
“They were your mother’s family once, they mean nothing to me.” He stated wit… [view original content]
Gwendis
Gwendis had to clench her teeth together and close her eyes for a moment, but she just couldn’t argue against her father. It woul… mored be futile. As King Benedict realized that his daughter would stay silent, a small and cold grin appeared on his face. Gwendis didn’t know what that grin was, mockery, pride or something else, but she still felt anger boiling inside her.
“If we are going to start a war, we should at least ask support from the Daynes.” She said, keeping her voice as calm as she could. Maester Mortin subtly nodded in agreement. “A help would be much needed, considering the situation…”
“And what makes you trust the Daynes so much?” Benedict asked coldly, ignoring the maester. Gwendis gave a questioning glare at her father. “They are family to us, father.” She said with sharp and strict words, but the look Benedict gave her was neglecting.
“They were your mother’s family once, they mean nothing to me.” He stated wit… [view original content]
Gwendis
Gwendis had to clench her teeth together and close her eyes for a moment, but she just couldn’t argue against her father. It woul… mored be futile. As King Benedict realized that his daughter would stay silent, a small and cold grin appeared on his face. Gwendis didn’t know what that grin was, mockery, pride or something else, but she still felt anger boiling inside her.
“If we are going to start a war, we should at least ask support from the Daynes.” She said, keeping her voice as calm as she could. Maester Mortin subtly nodded in agreement. “A help would be much needed, considering the situation…”
“And what makes you trust the Daynes so much?” Benedict asked coldly, ignoring the maester. Gwendis gave a questioning glare at her father. “They are family to us, father.” She said with sharp and strict words, but the look Benedict gave her was neglecting.
“They were your mother’s family once, they mean nothing to me.” He stated wit… [view original content]
This was the most even voting we have had so far, but Gwendis will not command the maester to send a raven to Starfall.
I understand why you'd like to avoid any risks here - Blackmont is full of shady characters. For some reason I had planned the other option's consequences more clearly, but no worries I do have plan for this choice as well - just not as detailed, yet. And I can admit there would have been the first major set back for Gwendis as one of the other options consequences. However, not all the consequences of this choice will be happy either!
The next part will be Missy PoV. I'd write a small recap, but I'm with my phone so I'll just trust this time that you remember what happened in the last part of Missy! I've had some problems with my laptop which has slowed my writing process a bit I'm positive I'll get the part posted here before weekend though. Cheers!
Missy’s heart was pounding. For a very small moment she turned her gaze down, but she knew she couldn’t hesitate in this moment. She raised her eyes up again, and looked straight to the King’s deep blue eyes full of madness and lust.
“Yes, my King, I love you.” She said with her sweet voice. For a moment King Albin just looked at her, but then a twisted grin appeared on his face. He pulled Missy closer and pushed his lips against hers. After a couple of very long seconds the King backed away from Missy, and then he pushed her against her bed. Missy saw her King stripping his tunic and trousers, and she gulped. The King reached his hands to the collar of Missy’s dress and he ripped it open, exposing Missy’s breasts. As the King proceeded to draw off what was left of the dress, Missy already knew what he wanted. And I will give it to him.
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When Missy woke up in her dark room the King had already left. She turned around carefully on her bed and saw the torn dress on the floor. Pity, I liked that one. Missy got up from the bed and walked to her chest. She chose a simple dress and walked to the mirror. It was dark in the room and the mirror was scuffed, but what Missy saw in the reflection was not the sweet little lady she once had been. Mistress, whore, freak, creature. Missy turned away from the mirror and shook these thoughts out of her mind. She knew she was important to the King. The King loved her, and she loved him. That’s the way it should be.
A loud knock on the door surprised Missy. She sneaked closer to the door, without saying a word. “Open the fucking door, Missy!” Was shouted from the other side. It was Tom the Animal. Missy walked to the door and opened it. Tom looked at her with a sneer. This man was on his late twenties, an ugly and skinny rat with yellow teeth and greasy blonde hair.
“Hey Pissy, why are you still here?” He asked with an annoying tone on his voice. “Had a rough night, aye?” Missy rolled with her eyes. “I guess you could say so.” She replied with no emotion in her words. Tom danced around her like a jester. “I bet the King left you unsatisfied; he is an old man after all. Perhaps I should give you another round.” He taunted and approached Missy.
“Continue that and I’ll have the King torture you to death.” Missy hissed with venom in her words. Tom backed down a couple steps and looked at her with anxiety and anger. “You couldn’t do that, bitch.” He replied furiously and spat on the floor. “You’d be surprised what I could do, Animal.” She shot back and walked past him to the door. As she walked out to the shady and cold corridor, Tom followed her with quick steps.
“Did you know that the King has made his decision on how to start his conquer?” Tom asked with cheeky tone. This surprised Missy, usually the King talked to her about these kinds of things. Perhaps he made this decision on the morning. “No, I haven’t heard.” Missy muttered as they kept walking. The grin on Tom’s face was unbearable. “Well go on then, tell me the plan.” Missy hissed, making Tom chuckle. “Alright then, Pissy.” He said, hardly containing his mocking laughter. “His plan is to march south and start with the Fowlers.” Tom explained and Missy nodded slowly.
“It makes sense.” She stated more to herself than to Tom. “They are led by an old and literally blind man.” Tom the Animal let out a disturbing laughter. “The old bastard won’t see it coming!” He yelled and kept laughing. Missy just subtly shook her head as they arrived to the stairway that led up from the cellars.
“What are you going to do now, Pissy?” Tom asked as they walked to the corridor next to the kitchens, and Missy just shrugged. “A meal would be a good start.” She muttered, heading to the kitchens.
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After feeding herself and getting rid of Tom, Missy was wondering aimlessly around the corridors of Kingsgrave. She wanted to talk with Albin, but she knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to go to him without invitation. She could go back to her room of course, but staying there would only make her slowly lose her mind. Missy did occasionally help the handmaidens on their chores, but none of them were her friends and they all looked at her like she was a monster. She could also join Tom and his friends in the torture chambers, but she didn’t feel like spending time with them.
Missy ended up walking next to the doors of the throne room. After a moment of consideration she decided to slowly open the door and peeked inside. The hall was empty, so she decided to sneak in. As she walked towards the throne she noticed there were still small bloodstains on the floor from yesterday. Missy kept walking and turned her eyes to the throne again. It was a stony chair, and on the back of it was engraved the crowned skull of Manwoody. There was something fascinating about this chair, something that made Missy want to sit on it, as uncomfortable as it must have been. She would never sit on a throne like that, she knew it, but she could help and love the man who did. A war was coming, a war that would define the future of this kingdom. Missy had to do everything she could to help King Albin. Without him I am nothing.
“Do you imagine yourself sitting there?” Missy suddenly heard someone asking behind her, with a calm but cold tone. As she turned around she saw Queen Sofina, mother of Albin’s second and third son. Sofina was a slender and proud woman on her late thirties, more than a decade younger than the King. The look on the Queen’s dark blue eyes was like ice, there was no warmth in them what so ever.
“Of course I don’t” Missy answered quietly but confidently. The Queen nodded. “Good.” She said and walked closer. “Because you never will. I don’t know where he found you, but if I were you I’d be very careful. And don’t even think about somehow benefitting from him, he doesn’t want to help you, he only wants to use you.” Missy was slightly confused of this sudden approach. She had been almost a year at Kingsgrave now, and never before had the Queen talked to her. Is she jealous? “I am something very special to the King.” Missy said calmly and looked Sofina to the eyes. A very small smile appeared on the Queen’s face. The smile wasn’t warm, but neither was it mocking, there was something else. Pity?
“I was something like that to him too, once.” She said and turned her gaze to the floor for a moment. “And so was his first wife, I assume. I managed to survive him, I hope you will too.” Missy kept her expression calm, but she had to gulp. “I am not afraid.” She said, raising her voice a bit.
“Don’t be, he wouldn’t enjoy that.” The Queen replied with a sigh. “I am truly sorry you have to go through this, sweet girl.” Missy frowned at the last words. “I may have been a sweet and innocent girl once, but no more. The Great King Albin has taught me another way.” She hissed, but Sofina just chuckled. “Well, I hope that way keeps you alive, girl.” She replied with a smile. “If you ever need help darling, come to me.” With these words the Queen turned around and left Missy standing alone in front of the stony throne of the Great King.
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The Queen’s words echoing in her mind Missy made her way to the torture chambers. She walked through the courtyard, saw the head of Ser Rud the Short on a pike, and opened the door to the dirty chambers where dreadful things happened every day. The long corridor had doors to dozens of cells. Missy opened the first one on the right. There was nothing but couple rats running on the paving of the floor. She closed the door and walked forward. I believe in this cell was a thief, Missy thought and opened one of the doors on left. There indeed was a man who was chained to the wall, but he was unconscious, dried blood all over his face. Missy didn’t bother to start waking up the man, but rather just closed the door and kept walking. Then she started to hear screaming. It was a voice of a young woman. She sprinted to the door she heard it from and opened it. There were three men, all of them King Albin’s freaks, and one half naked and bruised young girl. The freaks – Ronny, Matt the Mute and Larry the Kind – turned their eyes to Missy as she walked in.
“Welcome, sweet lady.” Larry said and bowed to Missy. Larry was a man on his early thirties. He dressed like a nobleman, talked like a nobleman, and even looked like a nobleman. But he tortures like a savage. Matt the Mute only gave one disinterested look at Missy and then turned back to the girl. Matt was an old man, at least on his fifties, and he had once been a very close advisor to the King. However, he had been caught mocking the King after too many ales, and Albin had taken his tongue and changed his occupation to the guard of the torture chamber. “Why the fuck are ye here?” Ronny asked with bored tone. He was just a young common folk lad that the King had taken a liking in. An ugly fat ginger.
“I was bored.” Missy answered truthfully and walked closer to this blonde girl lying on the floor. She could see that the torturers had made a couple scars on her body, punched her several times, and even pulled a couple teeth out. “Who is she?” Missy asked as the girl sobbed helplessly on the floor. “I don’t know the name of this girl, my lady.” Larry replied smoothly. “But she is a handmaiden of Sanya Purell.”
“What? Have you gone mad?” Missy asked loudly. “Why in seven hells would you take a handmaiden of the Princess here?” Larry gave her a twisted smile, and Ronny shot an angry glare at her. “This girl laughed and mocked poor Ronny behind his back, my lady.” Larry still spoke with calm – if a bit amused – words, but Ronny was not so calm. “She is a fucking whore! Speaking shit about me behind my back!” Ronny kneeled to give another punch for the girl, who let out a scream of agony and cried.
“And what do you think Sanya thinks about this? Or Arvin?” Missy asked, glancing at each of the men. “I doubt he likes that his bride’s handmaiden gets beaten up by a fucking commoner.” These words made Ronny turn around and approach Missy with fury in his eyes, but before he got too close Missy pulled a knife from her sleeve, stopping Ronny’s approach. “I’m just saying.” She added.
“Arvin doesn’t care, and he doesn’t need to know.” Larry said and turned his eyes to the handmaiden again. “Now, calm down sweet lady, and enjoy the show.” His last words were dark as night and he walked to the girl with a knife in his hand. “Please.” The girl begged, looking at Missy. I have been there myself.
[Stay and watch][Leave and go to your room][Leave and tell the King][Leave and tell the Queen]
Missy
Missy’s heart was pounding. For a very small moment she turned her gaze down, but she knew she couldn’t hesitate in this moment. Sh… moree raised her eyes up again, and looked straight to the King’s deep blue eyes full of madness and lust.
“Yes, my King, I love you.” She said with her sweet voice. For a moment King Albin just looked at her, but then a twisted grin appeared on his face. He pulled Missy closer and pushed his lips against hers. After a couple of very long seconds the King backed away from Missy, and then he pushed her against her bed. Missy saw her King stripping his tunic and trousers, and she gulped. The King reached his hands to the collar of Missy’s dress and he ripped it open, exposing Missy’s breasts. As the King proceeded to draw off what was left of the dress, Missy already knew what he wanted. And I will give it to him.
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[Leave and tell the King] I would say it would probably be best if Missy told someone about this. I mean there is a chance the King and Prince Arvin would not care whatsoever considering their personalities but then again they might so it is probably best to let the king know what is going on so him and his son can pass judgment accordingly.
Missy
Missy’s heart was pounding. For a very small moment she turned her gaze down, but she knew she couldn’t hesitate in this moment. Sh… moree raised her eyes up again, and looked straight to the King’s deep blue eyes full of madness and lust.
“Yes, my King, I love you.” She said with her sweet voice. For a moment King Albin just looked at her, but then a twisted grin appeared on his face. He pulled Missy closer and pushed his lips against hers. After a couple of very long seconds the King backed away from Missy, and then he pushed her against her bed. Missy saw her King stripping his tunic and trousers, and she gulped. The King reached his hands to the collar of Missy’s dress and he ripped it open, exposing Missy’s breasts. As the King proceeded to draw off what was left of the dress, Missy already knew what he wanted. And I will give it to him.
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Missy
Missy’s heart was pounding. For a very small moment she turned her gaze down, but she knew she couldn’t hesitate in this moment. Sh… moree raised her eyes up again, and looked straight to the King’s deep blue eyes full of madness and lust.
“Yes, my King, I love you.” She said with her sweet voice. For a moment King Albin just looked at her, but then a twisted grin appeared on his face. He pulled Missy closer and pushed his lips against hers. After a couple of very long seconds the King backed away from Missy, and then he pushed her against her bed. Missy saw her King stripping his tunic and trousers, and she gulped. The King reached his hands to the collar of Missy’s dress and he ripped it open, exposing Missy’s breasts. As the King proceeded to draw off what was left of the dress, Missy already knew what he wanted. And I will give it to him.
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Missy
Missy’s heart was pounding. For a very small moment she turned her gaze down, but she knew she couldn’t hesitate in this moment. Sh… moree raised her eyes up again, and looked straight to the King’s deep blue eyes full of madness and lust.
“Yes, my King, I love you.” She said with her sweet voice. For a moment King Albin just looked at her, but then a twisted grin appeared on his face. He pulled Missy closer and pushed his lips against hers. After a couple of very long seconds the King backed away from Missy, and then he pushed her against her bed. Missy saw her King stripping his tunic and trousers, and she gulped. The King reached his hands to the collar of Missy’s dress and he ripped it open, exposing Missy’s breasts. As the King proceeded to draw off what was left of the dress, Missy already knew what he wanted. And I will give it to him.
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Missy
Missy’s heart was pounding. For a very small moment she turned her gaze down, but she knew she couldn’t hesitate in this moment. Sh… moree raised her eyes up again, and looked straight to the King’s deep blue eyes full of madness and lust.
“Yes, my King, I love you.” She said with her sweet voice. For a moment King Albin just looked at her, but then a twisted grin appeared on his face. He pulled Missy closer and pushed his lips against hers. After a couple of very long seconds the King backed away from Missy, and then he pushed her against her bed. Missy saw her King stripping his tunic and trousers, and she gulped. The King reached his hands to the collar of Missy’s dress and he ripped it open, exposing Missy’s breasts. As the King proceeded to draw off what was left of the dress, Missy already knew what he wanted. And I will give it to him.
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Even though the Queen seemed to have a bitchy personality, she was probably just tired of Albin and really is willing to help. Never hurts to try. Albin probably doesn't give a shiz.
Missy
Missy’s heart was pounding. For a very small moment she turned her gaze down, but she knew she couldn’t hesitate in this moment. Sh… moree raised her eyes up again, and looked straight to the King’s deep blue eyes full of madness and lust.
“Yes, my King, I love you.” She said with her sweet voice. For a moment King Albin just looked at her, but then a twisted grin appeared on his face. He pulled Missy closer and pushed his lips against hers. After a couple of very long seconds the King backed away from Missy, and then he pushed her against her bed. Missy saw her King stripping his tunic and trousers, and she gulped. The King reached his hands to the collar of Missy’s dress and he ripped it open, exposing Missy’s breasts. As the King proceeded to draw off what was left of the dress, Missy already knew what he wanted. And I will give it to him.
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I'd really like to tell someone and I seriously doubt Albin is going to care at all. The Queen gave me the impression that she's a very reasonable person, a lot more than her husband for sure. She also did offer her help, so I think she might be the best choice to deal with these people.
Missy
Missy’s heart was pounding. For a very small moment she turned her gaze down, but she knew she couldn’t hesitate in this moment. Sh… moree raised her eyes up again, and looked straight to the King’s deep blue eyes full of madness and lust.
“Yes, my King, I love you.” She said with her sweet voice. For a moment King Albin just looked at her, but then a twisted grin appeared on his face. He pulled Missy closer and pushed his lips against hers. After a couple of very long seconds the King backed away from Missy, and then he pushed her against her bed. Missy saw her King stripping his tunic and trousers, and she gulped. The King reached his hands to the collar of Missy’s dress and he ripped it open, exposing Missy’s breasts. As the King proceeded to draw off what was left of the dress, Missy already knew what he wanted. And I will give it to him.
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Missy
Missy’s heart was pounding. For a very small moment she turned her gaze down, but she knew she couldn’t hesitate in this moment. Sh… moree raised her eyes up again, and looked straight to the King’s deep blue eyes full of madness and lust.
“Yes, my King, I love you.” She said with her sweet voice. For a moment King Albin just looked at her, but then a twisted grin appeared on his face. He pulled Missy closer and pushed his lips against hers. After a couple of very long seconds the King backed away from Missy, and then he pushed her against her bed. Missy saw her King stripping his tunic and trousers, and she gulped. The King reached his hands to the collar of Missy’s dress and he ripped it open, exposing Missy’s breasts. As the King proceeded to draw off what was left of the dress, Missy already knew what he wanted. And I will give it to him.
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Missy
Missy’s heart was pounding. For a very small moment she turned her gaze down, but she knew she couldn’t hesitate in this moment. Sh… moree raised her eyes up again, and looked straight to the King’s deep blue eyes full of madness and lust.
“Yes, my King, I love you.” She said with her sweet voice. For a moment King Albin just looked at her, but then a twisted grin appeared on his face. He pulled Missy closer and pushed his lips against hers. After a couple of very long seconds the King backed away from Missy, and then he pushed her against her bed. Missy saw her King stripping his tunic and trousers, and she gulped. The King reached his hands to the collar of Missy’s dress and he ripped it open, exposing Missy’s breasts. As the King proceeded to draw off what was left of the dress, Missy already knew what he wanted. And I will give it to him.
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Missy
Missy’s heart was pounding. For a very small moment she turned her gaze down, but she knew she couldn’t hesitate in this moment. Sh… moree raised her eyes up again, and looked straight to the King’s deep blue eyes full of madness and lust.
“Yes, my King, I love you.” She said with her sweet voice. For a moment King Albin just looked at her, but then a twisted grin appeared on his face. He pulled Missy closer and pushed his lips against hers. After a couple of very long seconds the King backed away from Missy, and then he pushed her against her bed. Missy saw her King stripping his tunic and trousers, and she gulped. The King reached his hands to the collar of Missy’s dress and he ripped it open, exposing Missy’s breasts. As the King proceeded to draw off what was left of the dress, Missy already knew what he wanted. And I will give it to him.
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And in this situation Missy decides to leave and tell the Queen. I can say I would have probably chose this myself, and it is also pretty interesting choice story-wise as it develops this new relationship between Missy and Queen Sofina. Whereas the choice of the first part kind of added to Missy's illusion/Stockholm syndrome towards Albin, this might be a more healthy choice for her internally.
Alright, so the next part will finally be the second PoV part for Nealia Sand. I have started writing it but there is still much to write before it's ready. Here's a small recap for Nealia:
Nealia's first part was in Hellholt, where she had come to look for a job, and soon been summoned to meet someone who was offering her one. This someone was Tryden Flowers, leader of a small sellsword company with terrifying reputation. Tryden had heard about how Nealia had called out King Albin for his madness and stupidity in Kingsgrave and was impressed, and also interested in the fact that she was bastard daughter of King Vorian Dayne. After some back and forth between the two Tryden Flowers told that he would pay her well, and that his company would soon be bargaining a contract with King Lucifer Dryland, as there was a war between Drylands and Martells on the horizon. Nealia was interested enough to accept Tryden's offer and take the job. On the next part we'll see her, Tryden and the rest of the company arriving to Tidmarsh, a small town close to Hellgate Hall.
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And in this situation Missy decides to leave and tell the Queen. I can say I would have probably chose this myself, and… more it is also pretty interesting choice story-wise as it develops this new relationship between Missy and Queen Sofina. Whereas the choice of the first part kind of added to Missy's illusion/Stockholm syndrome towards Albin, this might be a more healthy choice for her internally.
Alright, so the next part will finally be the second PoV part for Nealia Sand. I have started writing it but there is still much to write before it's ready. Here's a small recap for Nealia:
Nealia's first part was in Hellholt, where she had come to look for a job, and soon been summoned to meet someone who was offering her one. This someone was Tryden Flowers, leader of a small sellsword company with terrifying reputation. Tryden had heard about how Nealia had called out King Albin for his madness and stupidity in Kingsgrave … [view original content]
They rode north on the crude road that ran about three-hundred feet to east from the River Brimstone. Nealia was between Tryden who was on her left and Broden on her right, a handsome Braavosi man with long black hair, named Illor, rode on the left of Tryden. Behind them rode the rest of them, the Rose Company. On both sides of the river could be seen small fishing lodges and landing stages, couple of cactuses could be seen here and there, but mostly everywhere was just sand and stone.
A small town kept getting closer on the horizon and even further behind that town stood a grey castle on a stony hill. Tidmarsh and Hellgate Hall. The wooden wall around Tidmarsh was about thirteen feet tall, and its gate looked weak. Two banners hanged on the wall. On the left of the gate was the red banner with black sun, presenting the town’s allegiance for King Lucifer Dryland. On the right of the gate was the banner of House Tiddle, a white eight-bulb flower on a black field. The company slowed down, stopping around fifty feet before the gate. A young man of the town’s guard looked at them from the gatehouse.
“Who are you?” He shouted nervously, and Tryden Flowers chuckled coldly. “Can’t you see my banners, boy?” He replied, pointing behind himself, to the banner one of his men was carrying – a red, bleeding rose on a black field. “I am Tryden Flowers, and this the Rose Company!” He shouted with a grin and even from afar Nealia could see the guardsman gulping. The man turned around and yelled something to the other side of the gate.
“Now, are you going to let us in, boy?” Tryden shouted, a small touch of impatience in his voice. “We have a tiresome ride behind us.” The guardsman turned back towards them. “J- just wait for a minute!” He yelled nervously. Tryden shook his head subtly, but kept his tongue. After spending couple days in his company Nealia was still not sure what to make of this man. It was clear Tryden was ruthless, perhaps even outright bloodthirsty, but there was a certain charm to him as well – not enough to fool Nealia though. He is just a scoundrel.
“What do you think Tryden, could we take this shitty town if we wanted?” Broden asked with a joking tone, and Tryden grinned. “We sure could raid it and burn it to the ground, if we wanted.” He replied with a lazy tone. “Those walls are weak, and no doubt the guard is made of untrained peasants.”
“And then the King’s knights would ride us down.” Nealia stated coldly without even looking at Tryden or Broden. “Oh, I don’t think so.” Tryden replied calmly. Apparently he has experience on raiding towns. “But don’t worry love – we are not here to start trouble.” As he said this they saw another man stepping to the gatehouse. It was a young, short but muscular man with light brown hair and skin, and a serious look on his plain face.
“Tryden Flowers.” The man exclaimed sternly, and Tryden nodded with his cold grin on. “And who might you be?” He asked calmly, and the man on the gatehouse crossed his arms. “My name is Ulwyck Tiddle, son of Bedwyck Tiddle the Lord of Tidmarsh. And I am the commander of the city guard.” The man explained with his serious tone, and Tryden kept nodding, clearly amused.
“I have heard of your father.” Tryden stated with taunting tone. “How he tricked the lordship of this town from the King.” After these words Ulwyck’s face turned red, and Nealia could see the man’s anger from afar. “My father proved his heritage…”
“Your father is a cunt!” Tryden shouted mockingly and his men burst into a laugh, even Nealia couldn’t contain herself from smirking. “But sure, I respect the man, he managed to trick King Lucifer into believing he and his family are the last members of an extinct house. Not a small achievement, I’d say.” As Tryden finished speaking, Ulwyck turned his gaze down for a moment, but then raised it up again – even more serious and determined than before.
“Why have you come here, Tryden Flowers?” Ulwyck Tiddle asked with cold words, staring at Tryden. “I’m only here to rest for the night, my friend.” Tryden answered, at least trying to sound polite. “And tomorrow I’ll be meeting the King at Hellgate Hall.” Ulwyck stayed silent, eyeing at the members of the Rose Company. After considering it a while he turned and shouted, “Open the gates!”
With a clattering noise the wooden gates were pushed open. The first look at the town told it was not a rich one. However, right behind the gate stood a squad of couple dozen guards, clenching to their spears. Tryden had been right, most of the guards looked like half-trained boys, though on the front row also stood couple men who were clearly more experienced fighters.
Tryden didn’t care about the guards, he started to slowly ride towards the town, and his company followed. Nealia glanced at the gatehouse, seeing how Ulwyck Tiddle was frowning. “Move aside, men!” Ulwyck yelled grimly, and his men followed the order with relief. The guards moved to the walls of the buildings as Tryden led his warriors to the main street of Tidmarsh. They rode past the sept, the Lord’s mansion and market square to the biggest inn they could find, named Jolly Fisherman, and about half of the men stayed outside to take the horses to the stables.
Nealia stayed in the company of Tryden, Broden and Illor. They made their way to one of the smaller tables of the inn and took a seat. A barmaid walked to them and Tryden spoke smoothly, “Two ales for each of us, and something to eat.” Nealia had never really liked ale, but she stayed quiet as the barmaid nodded with a smile and turned away.
“So, why exactly did we come here, instead of riding straight to Hellgate Hall?” Nealia asked with a bored tone while they waited for their drinks. “My meeting is tomorrow, not today.” Tryden answered simply. “And I enjoy inns better than courts.” Fair enough, Nealia thought and gave the man an approving nod.
“We also need to meet someone.” Illor added with his deep and warm voice, as if to remind his boss. Nealia looked at Tryden with questioning eyes. “That’s right, we do.” He said quietly, as the barmaids brought their ales and bowls of fish soup. After they had taken their first sips and tastes of the soup, Tryden turned his eyes to Nealia again. “I assume what you have heard of me before is my reputation as a fighter and a killer. Am I right?” He asked and took another gulp of his ale. Nealia nodded. “Something like that.”
“So I thought.” Tryden said calmly. “But killing is not all I do. I must also play the game.” He stated and emptied the rest of his ale. “The game?” Nealia raised her eyebrow, and Tryden nodded with a cold grin.
“The game of ending up on the winning side.” He said. “And that game I have only once lost in my life.” Nealia sighed and took a sip of her ale. As bad as I remembered, she thought to herself. “In other words, you are a sellsword. We all play that game.” Nealia spoke with little interest in her voice.
“Only few of us play it well.” Tryden remarked, and Broden nodded to his words. Before anyone could say anything more, a young girl walked to their table. They all turned their eyes to her. If Nealia had to guess, the girl was thirteen or fourteen, a skinny girl with fair skin, dirty brunette hair and plain brown clothes. She was someone who one wouldn’t usually pay any attention to, but her sudden arrival to the table caught Nealia off guard. Tryden, Broden and Illor looked less surprised.
“You are Milah, aren’t you?” Tryden asked, his voice completely calm and firm. The girl nodded as she sat down, and she didn’t seem nervous. “Your men sent me here.” She said with monotone words, showing no emotion at all, and Tryden let out a charming little laugh. “That means they did their job, for once.”
"So, what do you want, Tryden Flowers?" Milah asked, glancing quickly at Nealia. “I think you know the answer to that, Milah. I’m meeting King Lucifer tomorrow, tell me what’s the situation here.” Tryden demanded, and Milah let out a bored sigh. “There is really not that much to tell.” She said and shrugged. “King Lucifer grows more nervous every day, he has sent some scouts to east, ambassadors to Vaith and Salt Shore. He has also summoned many of his vassal lords to Hellgate Hall, though no army has yet been gathered.” Tryden took a swig from his second ale and let out a sigh. “Well you didn’t lie, that’s not much.” He said, still keeping his voice polite. “How about the east, is there any news you can tell from there?”
“All I know is that Dalts have sworn their loyalty to the Martells, but Tolands instead are waging war.” Milah explained, and once again Tryden wasn’t impressed. “Well, that I could have found out myself.” He said, a bit of disappointment in his words.
“I’m sorry, Lord Flowers, but my job is to gather information here – not on the eastern coast of Dorne.” Milah spoke and narrowed her eyes. Tryden nodded without even giving a look at the girl. “I understand… I understand.” He muttered with a sigh and finally turned his eyes to Milah again. “Well, that’s it. Give my regards to Edd, whenever you see him.” He said and the girl nodded, and left the table.
“So, you work with spies?” Nealia asked. She didn’t know if she should be impressed, disgusted or what, but she surely was surprised. “Not exactly my spies.” Tryden answered with a chuckle. “But if one wants to play the game, he must know both the Kings and the snakes.” Nealia narrowed her eyes as she looked at Tryden. This man is full of surprises.
“Anyway, Nealia, I would like to ask you something.” Tryden said with a tired tone. “Go ahead.” Nealia replied bluntly, and Tryden nodded with a small grin. “It’s about tomorrow… Would you like to company me and Illor while we meet the King, or would you rather spend the day here with Broden and the rest of the company?” Nealia wasn’t sure about this. He would like to be there to see and hear what kind of deal exactly was Tryden making with Lucifer Dryland, but on the other hand she had yet to get to know anyone else from the Rose Company. It could be refreshing to spend time with someone else than Tryden.
[Go to Hellgate Hall][Stay in Tidmarsh]
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PS. Sorry for taking a bit longer with this one, I've had a busy week (hence I also haven't written my other story). However, on Tuesday I'll basically have my last exam this year, so it's more or less holidays after that - which means much more time for writing.
Nealia
They rode north on the crude road that ran about three-hundred feet to east from the River Brimstone. Nealia was between Tryden wh… moreo was on her left and Broden on her right, a handsome Braavosi man with long black hair, named Illor, rode on the left of Tryden. Behind them rode the rest of them, the Rose Company. On both sides of the river could be seen small fishing lodges and landing stages, couple of cactuses could be seen here and there, but mostly everywhere was just sand and stone.
A small town kept getting closer on the horizon and even further behind that town stood a grey castle on a stony hill. Tidmarsh and Hellgate Hall. The wooden wall around Tidmarsh was about thirteen feet tall, and its gate looked weak. Two banners hanged on the wall. On the left of the gate was the red banner with black sun, presenting the town’s allegiance for King Lucifer Dryland. On the right of the gate was the banner of House Tiddle, a white ei… [view original content]
I also really like what you've done to the place so far, exactly how II imagined it - a shithole, but a shithole to be proud of as a mayor. Nice one, Wildling.
Haha, I expected you to vote this However, I guess I should say that there are two of the Tiddles at Hellgate Hall atm (Bedwyck and Lewyn), so you can consider if that changes your vote
Haha, I expected you to vote this However, I guess I should say that there are two of the Tiddles at Hellgate Hall atm (Bedwyck and Lewyn), so you can consider if that changes your vote
Nealia
They rode north on the crude road that ran about three-hundred feet to east from the River Brimstone. Nealia was between Tryden wh… moreo was on her left and Broden on her right, a handsome Braavosi man with long black hair, named Illor, rode on the left of Tryden. Behind them rode the rest of them, the Rose Company. On both sides of the river could be seen small fishing lodges and landing stages, couple of cactuses could be seen here and there, but mostly everywhere was just sand and stone.
A small town kept getting closer on the horizon and even further behind that town stood a grey castle on a stony hill. Tidmarsh and Hellgate Hall. The wooden wall around Tidmarsh was about thirteen feet tall, and its gate looked weak. Two banners hanged on the wall. On the left of the gate was the red banner with black sun, presenting the town’s allegiance for King Lucifer Dryland. On the right of the gate was the banner of House Tiddle, a white ei… [view original content]
Awesome part! I could see Nealia wanting to know exactly what it is she is signing up for before she commits to doing this job for Tryden fully. It would be cool to possibly meet the Lord of Tidmarsh with what Tryden said about him I am curious to what he is like. Plus since I am not sure if Jamison's next part will take place at Hellgate Hall, I would like to see King Dryland and the personality he has as well!
Nealia
They rode north on the crude road that ran about three-hundred feet to east from the River Brimstone. Nealia was between Tryden wh… moreo was on her left and Broden on her right, a handsome Braavosi man with long black hair, named Illor, rode on the left of Tryden. Behind them rode the rest of them, the Rose Company. On both sides of the river could be seen small fishing lodges and landing stages, couple of cactuses could be seen here and there, but mostly everywhere was just sand and stone.
A small town kept getting closer on the horizon and even further behind that town stood a grey castle on a stony hill. Tidmarsh and Hellgate Hall. The wooden wall around Tidmarsh was about thirteen feet tall, and its gate looked weak. Two banners hanged on the wall. On the left of the gate was the red banner with black sun, presenting the town’s allegiance for King Lucifer Dryland. On the right of the gate was the banner of House Tiddle, a white ei… [view original content]
Of course I want Nealia to get known in the Rose Company, but the situation with King Dryland is too important to miss (if Nealia is up to be relevant POV). Well, I believe there will be proper time to meet with the other sellswords.
Nealia
They rode north on the crude road that ran about three-hundred feet to east from the River Brimstone. Nealia was between Tryden wh… moreo was on her left and Broden on her right, a handsome Braavosi man with long black hair, named Illor, rode on the left of Tryden. Behind them rode the rest of them, the Rose Company. On both sides of the river could be seen small fishing lodges and landing stages, couple of cactuses could be seen here and there, but mostly everywhere was just sand and stone.
A small town kept getting closer on the horizon and even further behind that town stood a grey castle on a stony hill. Tidmarsh and Hellgate Hall. The wooden wall around Tidmarsh was about thirteen feet tall, and its gate looked weak. Two banners hanged on the wall. On the left of the gate was the red banner with black sun, presenting the town’s allegiance for King Lucifer Dryland. On the right of the gate was the banner of House Tiddle, a white ei… [view original content]
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Can't wait. Good writing!
Gwendis
Gwendis had to clench her teeth together and close her eyes for a moment, but she just couldn’t argue against her father. It would be futile. As King Benedict realized that his daughter would stay silent, a small and cold grin appeared on his face. Gwendis didn’t know what that grin was, mockery, pride or something else, but she still felt anger boiling inside her.
“If we are going to start a war, we should at least ask support from the Daynes.” She said, keeping her voice as calm as she could. Maester Mortin subtly nodded in agreement. “A help would be much needed, considering the situation…”
“And what makes you trust the Daynes so much?” Benedict asked coldly, ignoring the maester. Gwendis gave a questioning glare at her father. “They are family to us, father.” She said with sharp and strict words, but the look Benedict gave her was neglecting.
“They were your mother’s family once, they mean nothing to me.” He stated with calm and cynical tone. “And I most certainly do not trust them. There will be no raven sent to the Kingdom of Torrentine.” The King gave a meaning look at the maester as he finished speaking. Once again Gwendis felt the urge to argue against her father, but she bit her tongue, glancing at Braddock and Maester Mortin who were both sheepishly keeping their gaze at the table. She knew both of these men would agree with her. If only they had the courage to open their mouths.
“So, what is to be done next?” Ser Kegan Drinkwater broke the silence with his question. King Benedict stood up from his chair, a dreary look on his eyes. “Maester Mortin, you will send the ravens to the vassals.” He said as he started walking towards the door. “And Ser Kegan, you will ride to the villages with your men to recruit us more infantry.” Ser Kegan nodded with devotion in his eyes. Without anymore words the King opened the door and walked out, the sorcerer Noctis following after him. As the doors closed the council was left in a tense silence.
“Great, another senseless and bloody war ahead.” Gwendis said finally, as she couldn't keep her frustration inside anymore. Braddock let out a sigh, Maester Mortin kept his gaze down, and Ser Kegan frowned at her words. Lyla Sand stood up from her chair. “Don’t be upset, sweet princess.” She chirped with slow and simple words, like she was talking to a child. “I’m sure your father will let you play the ruler again, once we are done with the war.” Lyla had an annoying smirk on as she spoke, but the Princess kept her cool.
“I’m sure this is all very fun for you, Lyla.” She replied coldly. “Your skills at killing are your only real value to this kingdom after all.” Lyla let out a little giggle for Gwendis’ words. “You are right, my Princess.” She said with a disturbingly sweet tone. “I love killing.” The bastard girl whispered and smoothly walked out of the room, as the Princess watched her go with narrowed eyes.
“I suppose I have some work to do.” The maester mumbled as he stood up. He bowed once more for Gwendis, and walked out, Braddock following after him. The only ones left in the room now were Gwendis and Ser Kegan Drinkwater. The master-at-arms looked at the Princess with stern eyes.
“I suggest you not to do anything stupid, my Princess.” He said with serious tone, and Gwendis raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean, Ser?” She asked, keeping her voice polite, and Ser Kegan let out a sigh. “It’s clear you are against this war.” He replied. “But sometimes war is necessary, and if you plan to protest…”
“I have no such plans, Ser Kegan.” Gwendis cut the knight off with cold and strict words. The look on Kegan’s face was surprised, even a bit awe-struck. “Now, I believe my father gave you an order. Go on, do your duty.” The knight gulped and bowed to the Princess, quickly making his way out of the room. As Ser Kegan closed the door behind him, Gwendis let out a deep sigh and pressed her face against her palms in frustration.
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Gwendis stood by one of the windows of the western tower. The sun was setting, and the Princess clenched her fists nervously. The whole day she had felt defeated. But I can’t just give up, I can’t let this war ruin my kingdom. Suddenly she heard steps and rattling of an armor from behind. Gwendis turned around and saw the Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Thomos the Thunder, walking towards her on the corridor. Thomos – despite his nickname – was a calm and reasonable man on his late thirties, skilled at swordplay and widely known for it. But years ago, before entering the service of King Benedict, he had been a mere hedge knight.
“Is everything alright, my Princess?” Ser Thomos asked with a friendly tone, and Gwendis nodded. “I’m fine, thank you.” She replied with a weak smile on her face. Ser Thomos walked next to her and looked out the window. “I heard about the message from Albin Manwoody.” He said and turned his eyes to Gwendis. “War is never a pleasant thing, but Albin is taking things too far, it demands an answer.” Gwendis sighed at the Thomos’ words.
“Did my father send you?” She asked with bored tone, but the knight shook his head. “Your father is in his dark chambers. But I knew you would not like this.” He spoke calmly and Gwendis nodded slowly. “Well you are right about that.” She replied with little interest in her words, turning her eyes to the window again.
“Perhaps you would like me to escort you back to your chambers, my Princess?” Ser Thomos proposed, but the Princess shook her head. “I still need to go meet the maester.” Gwendis said quietly but decisively. The only reason she had stopped by the window was that she had been unsure, but now she had made her decision.
“As you wish.” Ser Thomos said politely. Gwendis nodded to the Kingsguard and turned around, walking towards the stairs. She walked up all the way to the maester’s chamber that was on the highest floor of the tower. Gwendis took a deep breath and knocked on the wooden door.
“Who is it?” She heard the tired voice of Maester Mortin asking. “It’s the Princess.” She answered with determined voice, and immediately she could hear the maester rushing towards the door. He opened it and looked at Gwendis with surprised expression. “Princess.” He muttered. “Why are you here?”
“Do I have no right to come here?” She asked, perhaps a bit more aggressively than was necessary. It’s been an annoying day. “I’m sorry, my Princess. Of course you are welcome.” The maester said sheepishly and stepped out of the way. Gwendis walked in with tired steps. “But… May I still ask, what is the meaning of this visit, my Princess?”
“I assume you’ve sent the ravens.” Gwendis said as she looked around the slightly messy room. “I have, my Princess.” The maester answered quickly, and the Princess turned her eyes to him. “What do you think will happen to the people who are starving once we take all their able-bodied men to war?” Gwendis asked with calm and monotone words, and Maester Mortin gulped. “Well… We can only do our best to…” He started but stopped as Gwendis shook her head.
“I know you agree with me that this war is useless and will only bring harm to the common folk.” Gwendis said with strict words, and Mortin let out a sigh and scratched his grey hair. “It is true, but there is nothing we can do about that.” He replied with defeated tone, and Gwendis nodded in agreement. “You are right, we can’t stop the war. But there is something else we could do to help our people survive this hard time, something my father does not approve of.” Gwendis spoke with determination in her voice. “King Vorian is my uncle, and he is an ally even if my father does not understand that.” Maester Mortin looked at Gwendis with timid and fearful eyes. Gwendis knew the maester would follow her command, but she also knew that by giving that command she might put the poor old man in danger. But I don’t want my people to starve because of a petty war.
[Command the maester to send a raven to Starfall] [Don't command the maester]
[Don't command the maester]
Well, I don't think this is dangerous for the Maester. In fact, I think this is more dangerous for Gwendis herself and well, I would obviously like to keep her out of harm's way as good as possible. Benedict is still someone whom I don't quite know what to make of. Even worse, I have no idea what to make of his advisors. If Gwendis sends a raven to Starfall against the direct order of the king, there's no saying how he might react. Speaking against him could have worked without any repercussions, but the stuff with the raven can even be seen as treason in the worst case. I have no idea how Benedict treats his daughter if he suspects her to betray him. I have no idea how much influence his advisors, who don't seem to be on her side, might have on him and if she does stuff they see as harmful for their own goals (which they almost certainly have), then they might be capable to do anything to get her out of the way. Maybe I'm just too paranoid, but I see Gwendis' current situation as potentially surrounded by very dangerous enemies, with not even her father being on her side, so she has to be very careful here. I definitely won't make a decision that might be harmful for Gwendis, or make the mistake of trusting anyone in this court farther than I can shoot them. On a positive side, maybe it's just my biased opinion but I absolutely love the suspense in the court of Blackmont, great job
[Don't command the maester]
Exactly what Liquid said... we don't actually knows who is her friend around and who is not. I would rather wait for more parts before deciding on choices which can be harmful for her.
Understandable. It seems we are starting with a very risk-free route on Gwendis story - of course there could be surprising consequences on choices like this too. And well, the voting of course isn't over yet
Yep, that's exactly how it should be, he is a very unpredictable person. Gwendis doesn't even know him that well these days because for so many years he has spent most of his time with his sorcerers.
The Blackmont cast is perhaps the one I enjoy writing the most at the moment, just because there is such a variety in characters. And again, what you said is true, many of these characters are definitely not trustworthy and have their own personal agendas.
I'm glad you like it, even if this part was perhaps a bit underwhelming right after the epicness of your chapter finale
A part of me was originally leaning a bit in favour of notifying the Dayne's, because if Benedict or any of these snakes around him try to get Gwendis out of the way, having a guy like Vorian around could literally be what saves her life. At the same time, the potential risks greatly overshadow the potential benefits in this case, as Benedict is almost certainly going to be severely pissed if she ignores his direct order. It is a hard choice though, and one I hope I won't seriously regret. I definitely do not want Gwendis to piss anyone off in this snake pit.
Hell, I'm half expecting him to be any bit as bad as he seems to be and half expecting him to turn out as a dark, but ultimately well-intentioned guy, though I think the former is far more likely. I'm not even sure if family means anything to him, because if it doesn't, then Gwendis and Naemon are both in severe danger. But literally everything I know about him is mere speculation, whereas I think I can correctly guess how people like Albin and Vorian are going to react in certain situations.
Yeah, I find it hard to trust anyone there, aside from Naemon and Gwendis. I'm always guessing who the worst of the bunch is. The sorcerer seems like a more straightforward type of evil and well, most sorcerers in ASOIAF seem to lean more to the evil/ruthless side of the spectrum and he also has the not trustworthy name of Noctis. Then we have Aisha and, honestly, I'm not making the mistake of trusting anyone who is called 'Dark Priestess'. She gives me Melisandre-vibes and that means it is probably for the best to keep her away from the princess. Though currently I have the opinion that Lyla might be the most dangerous of the bunch. It's clear that Noctis and Aisha are so untrustworthy that I doubt Gwendis is ever making the mistake of spending time with them, whereas Lyla seemed almost alright for a professional killer, until she said her last line in this part. That was a major red flag for me. In turn, I'm perhaps the most paranoid person ever when it comes to this, as I don't even trust the maester or Braddock. The only ones who seem well-meaning and straightforward are Ser Kegan and Ser Thomos, which means I won't be surprised if they turn out to be in league with the sorcerer, the assassin or the dark priestess. I'm sure at least one of these characters does not deserve my distrust, but I prefer to trust no one than to make the mistake of trusting the wrong person. I actually see that as kinda clever. I'm expecting anyone in this storyline to be the absolute worst, constantly scheming, capable of literally anything at any time, so that nothing they ever do is going to catch me off guard. I'm paranoid, but prepared XD
Hehe, I disagree with that. This one was simply great in a different way. I enjoyed the subtlety, the intrigue, and the fact that my shameless biasness towards Gwendis means that I literally read every line twice to look for and avoid any hidden traps that could lead to her undoing
[Command the maester to send a raven to Starfall] The points that have been gave by everyone so far are definitely very valid points. However I think Gwendis needs to stand up to her father on this. It is just a guess and I may be way off but maybe King Benedict is testing her? It showed that when she stayed silent that Benedict had a smile that probably showed that he knew that she would not go against him and that if I had to guess he probably likes the fact that he does not have anyone that will go against what he says. I also can't really see why Gwendis calling to her uncle Vorian for help could hurt anything, I would say King Vorian would be more than happy to send men to help with his niece's cause and it would make it that much easier for the Blackmonts to take care of this situation before it can escalate too far. Of course Benedict's opinion of his kids has not been completely established yet so I may be off the mark but nonetheless I am intrigued to see where it could go!
[Don't command the maester]
This was a hard decision for me, and there were only a few reasons why I decided to chose this option. First and foremost, Gwendis is one for the people, and she will be no good to the people if she angers her father enough that she loses her position in power. From our Dayne PoV, it would appear that Vorian holds no rivals against the Blackmonts, and are wanting to stay out of war, hell they're even willing to fund the Drylands to go against the Martell's. I think the real threat lies in the east, and the Daynes will be needed to fight that war rather than being caught up in a war irrelevant to them. Of course, if they also received a raven from Albin than they may already meet up in the future anyway.
[Don't command the maester]
[Don't command the maester]
It's not worth it. Let's assume we sent the letter and Benedict doesn't know anything. Then Vorian arrives and Ben is like "wot? I haven't sent for them...GWENDIS!!!" and all seven hells might break loose and instead of a war with Manwoodys we'll have a civil war in Blackmont, haha.
[Command the maester to send a raven to Starfall]
Even though it may be dangerous for both maester and Gwen, I think it's worth it. Sending this raven don't mean that Daynes will march to the Blackmont to help them, it will be just informing King Vorian about the situation between Blackmonts and Manwoodys. If we have that choice, why not? Daynes deserve to know what is going on with their cousins and I believe allies. If King Benedict isn't a psycho like Albin there's no risk for Gwendis for doing that, so in my opinion we should go for it.
[Command the maester to send a raven to Starfall]
[Command the maester to send a raven to Starfall] I don't want Gwen to put herself in danger.
Edit: I realised what I said didn't make much sense. Ignore that. XD
[Don't command the maester]
Voting is closed!
This was the most even voting we have had so far, but Gwendis will not command the maester to send a raven to Starfall.
I understand why you'd like to avoid any risks here - Blackmont is full of shady characters. For some reason I had planned the other option's consequences more clearly, but no worries I do have plan for this choice as well - just not as detailed, yet. And I can admit there would have been the first major set back for Gwendis as one of the other options consequences. However, not all the consequences of this choice will be happy either!
The next part will be Missy PoV. I'd write a small recap, but I'm with my phone so I'll just trust this time that you remember what happened in the last part of Missy!
I've had some problems with my laptop which has slowed my writing process a bit 
I'm positive I'll get the part posted here before weekend though. Cheers!
Missy
Missy’s heart was pounding. For a very small moment she turned her gaze down, but she knew she couldn’t hesitate in this moment. She raised her eyes up again, and looked straight to the King’s deep blue eyes full of madness and lust.
“Yes, my King, I love you.” She said with her sweet voice. For a moment King Albin just looked at her, but then a twisted grin appeared on his face. He pulled Missy closer and pushed his lips against hers. After a couple of very long seconds the King backed away from Missy, and then he pushed her against her bed. Missy saw her King stripping his tunic and trousers, and she gulped. The King reached his hands to the collar of Missy’s dress and he ripped it open, exposing Missy’s breasts. As the King proceeded to draw off what was left of the dress, Missy already knew what he wanted. And I will give it to him.
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When Missy woke up in her dark room the King had already left. She turned around carefully on her bed and saw the torn dress on the floor. Pity, I liked that one. Missy got up from the bed and walked to her chest. She chose a simple dress and walked to the mirror. It was dark in the room and the mirror was scuffed, but what Missy saw in the reflection was not the sweet little lady she once had been. Mistress, whore, freak, creature. Missy turned away from the mirror and shook these thoughts out of her mind. She knew she was important to the King. The King loved her, and she loved him. That’s the way it should be.
A loud knock on the door surprised Missy. She sneaked closer to the door, without saying a word. “Open the fucking door, Missy!” Was shouted from the other side. It was Tom the Animal. Missy walked to the door and opened it. Tom looked at her with a sneer. This man was on his late twenties, an ugly and skinny rat with yellow teeth and greasy blonde hair.
“Hey Pissy, why are you still here?” He asked with an annoying tone on his voice. “Had a rough night, aye?” Missy rolled with her eyes. “I guess you could say so.” She replied with no emotion in her words. Tom danced around her like a jester. “I bet the King left you unsatisfied; he is an old man after all. Perhaps I should give you another round.” He taunted and approached Missy.
“Continue that and I’ll have the King torture you to death.” Missy hissed with venom in her words. Tom backed down a couple steps and looked at her with anxiety and anger. “You couldn’t do that, bitch.” He replied furiously and spat on the floor. “You’d be surprised what I could do, Animal.” She shot back and walked past him to the door. As she walked out to the shady and cold corridor, Tom followed her with quick steps.
“Did you know that the King has made his decision on how to start his conquer?” Tom asked with cheeky tone. This surprised Missy, usually the King talked to her about these kinds of things. Perhaps he made this decision on the morning. “No, I haven’t heard.” Missy muttered as they kept walking. The grin on Tom’s face was unbearable. “Well go on then, tell me the plan.” Missy hissed, making Tom chuckle. “Alright then, Pissy.” He said, hardly containing his mocking laughter. “His plan is to march south and start with the Fowlers.” Tom explained and Missy nodded slowly.
“It makes sense.” She stated more to herself than to Tom. “They are led by an old and literally blind man.” Tom the Animal let out a disturbing laughter. “The old bastard won’t see it coming!” He yelled and kept laughing. Missy just subtly shook her head as they arrived to the stairway that led up from the cellars.
“What are you going to do now, Pissy?” Tom asked as they walked to the corridor next to the kitchens, and Missy just shrugged. “A meal would be a good start.” She muttered, heading to the kitchens.
-
After feeding herself and getting rid of Tom, Missy was wondering aimlessly around the corridors of Kingsgrave. She wanted to talk with Albin, but she knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to go to him without invitation. She could go back to her room of course, but staying there would only make her slowly lose her mind. Missy did occasionally help the handmaidens on their chores, but none of them were her friends and they all looked at her like she was a monster. She could also join Tom and his friends in the torture chambers, but she didn’t feel like spending time with them.
Missy ended up walking next to the doors of the throne room. After a moment of consideration she decided to slowly open the door and peeked inside. The hall was empty, so she decided to sneak in. As she walked towards the throne she noticed there were still small bloodstains on the floor from yesterday. Missy kept walking and turned her eyes to the throne again. It was a stony chair, and on the back of it was engraved the crowned skull of Manwoody. There was something fascinating about this chair, something that made Missy want to sit on it, as uncomfortable as it must have been. She would never sit on a throne like that, she knew it, but she could help and love the man who did. A war was coming, a war that would define the future of this kingdom. Missy had to do everything she could to help King Albin. Without him I am nothing.
“Do you imagine yourself sitting there?” Missy suddenly heard someone asking behind her, with a calm but cold tone. As she turned around she saw Queen Sofina, mother of Albin’s second and third son. Sofina was a slender and proud woman on her late thirties, more than a decade younger than the King. The look on the Queen’s dark blue eyes was like ice, there was no warmth in them what so ever.
“Of course I don’t” Missy answered quietly but confidently. The Queen nodded. “Good.” She said and walked closer. “Because you never will. I don’t know where he found you, but if I were you I’d be very careful. And don’t even think about somehow benefitting from him, he doesn’t want to help you, he only wants to use you.” Missy was slightly confused of this sudden approach. She had been almost a year at Kingsgrave now, and never before had the Queen talked to her. Is she jealous? “I am something very special to the King.” Missy said calmly and looked Sofina to the eyes. A very small smile appeared on the Queen’s face. The smile wasn’t warm, but neither was it mocking, there was something else. Pity?
“I was something like that to him too, once.” She said and turned her gaze to the floor for a moment. “And so was his first wife, I assume. I managed to survive him, I hope you will too.” Missy kept her expression calm, but she had to gulp. “I am not afraid.” She said, raising her voice a bit.
“Don’t be, he wouldn’t enjoy that.” The Queen replied with a sigh. “I am truly sorry you have to go through this, sweet girl.” Missy frowned at the last words. “I may have been a sweet and innocent girl once, but no more. The Great King Albin has taught me another way.” She hissed, but Sofina just chuckled. “Well, I hope that way keeps you alive, girl.” She replied with a smile. “If you ever need help darling, come to me.” With these words the Queen turned around and left Missy standing alone in front of the stony throne of the Great King.
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The Queen’s words echoing in her mind Missy made her way to the torture chambers. She walked through the courtyard, saw the head of Ser Rud the Short on a pike, and opened the door to the dirty chambers where dreadful things happened every day. The long corridor had doors to dozens of cells. Missy opened the first one on the right. There was nothing but couple rats running on the paving of the floor. She closed the door and walked forward. I believe in this cell was a thief, Missy thought and opened one of the doors on left. There indeed was a man who was chained to the wall, but he was unconscious, dried blood all over his face. Missy didn’t bother to start waking up the man, but rather just closed the door and kept walking. Then she started to hear screaming. It was a voice of a young woman. She sprinted to the door she heard it from and opened it. There were three men, all of them King Albin’s freaks, and one half naked and bruised young girl. The freaks – Ronny, Matt the Mute and Larry the Kind – turned their eyes to Missy as she walked in.
“Welcome, sweet lady.” Larry said and bowed to Missy. Larry was a man on his early thirties. He dressed like a nobleman, talked like a nobleman, and even looked like a nobleman. But he tortures like a savage. Matt the Mute only gave one disinterested look at Missy and then turned back to the girl. Matt was an old man, at least on his fifties, and he had once been a very close advisor to the King. However, he had been caught mocking the King after too many ales, and Albin had taken his tongue and changed his occupation to the guard of the torture chamber. “Why the fuck are ye here?” Ronny asked with bored tone. He was just a young common folk lad that the King had taken a liking in. An ugly fat ginger.
“I was bored.” Missy answered truthfully and walked closer to this blonde girl lying on the floor. She could see that the torturers had made a couple scars on her body, punched her several times, and even pulled a couple teeth out. “Who is she?” Missy asked as the girl sobbed helplessly on the floor. “I don’t know the name of this girl, my lady.” Larry replied smoothly. “But she is a handmaiden of Sanya Purell.”
“What? Have you gone mad?” Missy asked loudly. “Why in seven hells would you take a handmaiden of the Princess here?” Larry gave her a twisted smile, and Ronny shot an angry glare at her. “This girl laughed and mocked poor Ronny behind his back, my lady.” Larry still spoke with calm – if a bit amused – words, but Ronny was not so calm. “She is a fucking whore! Speaking shit about me behind my back!” Ronny kneeled to give another punch for the girl, who let out a scream of agony and cried.
“And what do you think Sanya thinks about this? Or Arvin?” Missy asked, glancing at each of the men. “I doubt he likes that his bride’s handmaiden gets beaten up by a fucking commoner.” These words made Ronny turn around and approach Missy with fury in his eyes, but before he got too close Missy pulled a knife from her sleeve, stopping Ronny’s approach. “I’m just saying.” She added.
“Arvin doesn’t care, and he doesn’t need to know.” Larry said and turned his eyes to the handmaiden again. “Now, calm down sweet lady, and enjoy the show.” His last words were dark as night and he walked to the girl with a knife in his hand. “Please.” The girl begged, looking at Missy. I have been there myself.
[Stay and watch] [Leave and go to your room] [Leave and tell the King] [Leave and tell the Queen]
[Leave and tell the King]
[Leave and tell the King] I would say it would probably be best if Missy told someone about this. I mean there is a chance the King and Prince Arvin would not care whatsoever considering their personalities but then again they might so it is probably best to let the king know what is going on so him and his son can pass judgment accordingly.
[Leave and go to your room]
[Leave and tell the Queen] I doubt king would care.
[Leave and tell the Queen]
She offered her help, so why not to know her better?
[Leave and tell the Queen]
Even though the Queen seemed to have a bitchy personality, she was probably just tired of Albin and really is willing to help. Never hurts to try. Albin probably doesn't give a shiz.
Honestly, she reminds me of Cersei XD
[Leave and tell the Queen]
I'd really like to tell someone and I seriously doubt Albin is going to care at all. The Queen gave me the impression that she's a very reasonable person, a lot more than her husband for sure. She also did offer her help, so I think she might be the best choice to deal with these people.
[Leave and tell the Queen]
The king probably won't do anything.
Great job!!
[Leave and tell the Queen]
Everything that I wanted to say has been said - it's the most logical story-wise choice.
In fact, I think it is intentional reference - personality of Sofina looks clearly the same as Cersei, even their style of conversation is similar.
[Leave and tell the Queen]
Voting is closed!
And in this situation Missy decides to leave and tell the Queen. I can say I would have probably chose this myself, and it is also pretty interesting choice story-wise as it develops this new relationship between Missy and Queen Sofina. Whereas the choice of the first part kind of added to Missy's illusion/Stockholm syndrome towards Albin, this might be a more healthy choice for her internally.
Alright, so the next part will finally be the second PoV part for Nealia Sand. I have started writing it but there is still much to write before it's ready. Here's a small recap for Nealia:
Nealia's first part was in Hellholt, where she had come to look for a job, and soon been summoned to meet someone who was offering her one. This someone was Tryden Flowers, leader of a small sellsword company with terrifying reputation. Tryden had heard about how Nealia had called out King Albin for his madness and stupidity in Kingsgrave and was impressed, and also interested in the fact that she was bastard daughter of King Vorian Dayne. After some back and forth between the two Tryden Flowers told that he would pay her well, and that his company would soon be bargaining a contract with King Lucifer Dryland, as there was a war between Drylands and Martells on the horizon. Nealia was interested enough to accept Tryden's offer and take the job. On the next part we'll see her, Tryden and the rest of the company arriving to Tidmarsh, a small town close to Hellgate Hall.
#Hype
Nealia
They rode north on the crude road that ran about three-hundred feet to east from the River Brimstone. Nealia was between Tryden who was on her left and Broden on her right, a handsome Braavosi man with long black hair, named Illor, rode on the left of Tryden. Behind them rode the rest of them, the Rose Company. On both sides of the river could be seen small fishing lodges and landing stages, couple of cactuses could be seen here and there, but mostly everywhere was just sand and stone.
A small town kept getting closer on the horizon and even further behind that town stood a grey castle on a stony hill. Tidmarsh and Hellgate Hall. The wooden wall around Tidmarsh was about thirteen feet tall, and its gate looked weak. Two banners hanged on the wall. On the left of the gate was the red banner with black sun, presenting the town’s allegiance for King Lucifer Dryland. On the right of the gate was the banner of House Tiddle, a white eight-bulb flower on a black field. The company slowed down, stopping around fifty feet before the gate. A young man of the town’s guard looked at them from the gatehouse.
“Who are you?” He shouted nervously, and Tryden Flowers chuckled coldly. “Can’t you see my banners, boy?” He replied, pointing behind himself, to the banner one of his men was carrying – a red, bleeding rose on a black field. “I am Tryden Flowers, and this the Rose Company!” He shouted with a grin and even from afar Nealia could see the guardsman gulping. The man turned around and yelled something to the other side of the gate.
“Now, are you going to let us in, boy?” Tryden shouted, a small touch of impatience in his voice. “We have a tiresome ride behind us.” The guardsman turned back towards them. “J- just wait for a minute!” He yelled nervously. Tryden shook his head subtly, but kept his tongue. After spending couple days in his company Nealia was still not sure what to make of this man. It was clear Tryden was ruthless, perhaps even outright bloodthirsty, but there was a certain charm to him as well – not enough to fool Nealia though. He is just a scoundrel.
“What do you think Tryden, could we take this shitty town if we wanted?” Broden asked with a joking tone, and Tryden grinned. “We sure could raid it and burn it to the ground, if we wanted.” He replied with a lazy tone. “Those walls are weak, and no doubt the guard is made of untrained peasants.”
“And then the King’s knights would ride us down.” Nealia stated coldly without even looking at Tryden or Broden. “Oh, I don’t think so.” Tryden replied calmly. Apparently he has experience on raiding towns. “But don’t worry love – we are not here to start trouble.” As he said this they saw another man stepping to the gatehouse. It was a young, short but muscular man with light brown hair and skin, and a serious look on his plain face.
“Tryden Flowers.” The man exclaimed sternly, and Tryden nodded with his cold grin on. “And who might you be?” He asked calmly, and the man on the gatehouse crossed his arms. “My name is Ulwyck Tiddle, son of Bedwyck Tiddle the Lord of Tidmarsh. And I am the commander of the city guard.” The man explained with his serious tone, and Tryden kept nodding, clearly amused.
“I have heard of your father.” Tryden stated with taunting tone. “How he tricked the lordship of this town from the King.” After these words Ulwyck’s face turned red, and Nealia could see the man’s anger from afar. “My father proved his heritage…”
“Your father is a cunt!” Tryden shouted mockingly and his men burst into a laugh, even Nealia couldn’t contain herself from smirking. “But sure, I respect the man, he managed to trick King Lucifer into believing he and his family are the last members of an extinct house. Not a small achievement, I’d say.” As Tryden finished speaking, Ulwyck turned his gaze down for a moment, but then raised it up again – even more serious and determined than before.
“Why have you come here, Tryden Flowers?” Ulwyck Tiddle asked with cold words, staring at Tryden. “I’m only here to rest for the night, my friend.” Tryden answered, at least trying to sound polite. “And tomorrow I’ll be meeting the King at Hellgate Hall.” Ulwyck stayed silent, eyeing at the members of the Rose Company. After considering it a while he turned and shouted, “Open the gates!”
With a clattering noise the wooden gates were pushed open. The first look at the town told it was not a rich one. However, right behind the gate stood a squad of couple dozen guards, clenching to their spears. Tryden had been right, most of the guards looked like half-trained boys, though on the front row also stood couple men who were clearly more experienced fighters.
Tryden didn’t care about the guards, he started to slowly ride towards the town, and his company followed. Nealia glanced at the gatehouse, seeing how Ulwyck Tiddle was frowning. “Move aside, men!” Ulwyck yelled grimly, and his men followed the order with relief. The guards moved to the walls of the buildings as Tryden led his warriors to the main street of Tidmarsh. They rode past the sept, the Lord’s mansion and market square to the biggest inn they could find, named Jolly Fisherman, and about half of the men stayed outside to take the horses to the stables.
Nealia stayed in the company of Tryden, Broden and Illor. They made their way to one of the smaller tables of the inn and took a seat. A barmaid walked to them and Tryden spoke smoothly, “Two ales for each of us, and something to eat.” Nealia had never really liked ale, but she stayed quiet as the barmaid nodded with a smile and turned away.
“So, why exactly did we come here, instead of riding straight to Hellgate Hall?” Nealia asked with a bored tone while they waited for their drinks. “My meeting is tomorrow, not today.” Tryden answered simply. “And I enjoy inns better than courts.” Fair enough, Nealia thought and gave the man an approving nod.
“We also need to meet someone.” Illor added with his deep and warm voice, as if to remind his boss. Nealia looked at Tryden with questioning eyes. “That’s right, we do.” He said quietly, as the barmaids brought their ales and bowls of fish soup. After they had taken their first sips and tastes of the soup, Tryden turned his eyes to Nealia again. “I assume what you have heard of me before is my reputation as a fighter and a killer. Am I right?” He asked and took another gulp of his ale. Nealia nodded. “Something like that.”
“So I thought.” Tryden said calmly. “But killing is not all I do. I must also play the game.” He stated and emptied the rest of his ale. “The game?” Nealia raised her eyebrow, and Tryden nodded with a cold grin.
“The game of ending up on the winning side.” He said. “And that game I have only once lost in my life.” Nealia sighed and took a sip of her ale. As bad as I remembered, she thought to herself. “In other words, you are a sellsword. We all play that game.” Nealia spoke with little interest in her voice.
“Only few of us play it well.” Tryden remarked, and Broden nodded to his words. Before anyone could say anything more, a young girl walked to their table. They all turned their eyes to her. If Nealia had to guess, the girl was thirteen or fourteen, a skinny girl with fair skin, dirty brunette hair and plain brown clothes. She was someone who one wouldn’t usually pay any attention to, but her sudden arrival to the table caught Nealia off guard. Tryden, Broden and Illor looked less surprised.
“You are Milah, aren’t you?” Tryden asked, his voice completely calm and firm. The girl nodded as she sat down, and she didn’t seem nervous. “Your men sent me here.” She said with monotone words, showing no emotion at all, and Tryden let out a charming little laugh. “That means they did their job, for once.”
"So, what do you want, Tryden Flowers?" Milah asked, glancing quickly at Nealia. “I think you know the answer to that, Milah. I’m meeting King Lucifer tomorrow, tell me what’s the situation here.” Tryden demanded, and Milah let out a bored sigh. “There is really not that much to tell.” She said and shrugged. “King Lucifer grows more nervous every day, he has sent some scouts to east, ambassadors to Vaith and Salt Shore. He has also summoned many of his vassal lords to Hellgate Hall, though no army has yet been gathered.” Tryden took a swig from his second ale and let out a sigh. “Well you didn’t lie, that’s not much.” He said, still keeping his voice polite. “How about the east, is there any news you can tell from there?”
“All I know is that Dalts have sworn their loyalty to the Martells, but Tolands instead are waging war.” Milah explained, and once again Tryden wasn’t impressed. “Well, that I could have found out myself.” He said, a bit of disappointment in his words.
“I’m sorry, Lord Flowers, but my job is to gather information here – not on the eastern coast of Dorne.” Milah spoke and narrowed her eyes. Tryden nodded without even giving a look at the girl. “I understand… I understand.” He muttered with a sigh and finally turned his eyes to Milah again. “Well, that’s it. Give my regards to Edd, whenever you see him.” He said and the girl nodded, and left the table.
“So, you work with spies?” Nealia asked. She didn’t know if she should be impressed, disgusted or what, but she surely was surprised. “Not exactly my spies.” Tryden answered with a chuckle. “But if one wants to play the game, he must know both the Kings and the snakes.” Nealia narrowed her eyes as she looked at Tryden. This man is full of surprises.
“Anyway, Nealia, I would like to ask you something.” Tryden said with a tired tone. “Go ahead.” Nealia replied bluntly, and Tryden nodded with a small grin. “It’s about tomorrow… Would you like to company me and Illor while we meet the King, or would you rather spend the day here with Broden and the rest of the company?” Nealia wasn’t sure about this. He would like to be there to see and hear what kind of deal exactly was Tryden making with Lucifer Dryland, but on the other hand she had yet to get to know anyone else from the Rose Company. It could be refreshing to spend time with someone else than Tryden.
[Go to Hellgate Hall] [Stay in Tidmarsh]
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PS. Sorry for taking a bit longer with this one, I've had a busy week (hence I also haven't written my other story). However, on Tuesday I'll basically have my last exam this year, so it's more or less holidays after that - which means much more time for writing.
[Stay in Tidmarsh]
I don't really like Tryden and getting to know the company would be good, should any of them die later on. Also, it's Tidmarsh, so.
I also really like what you've done to the place so far, exactly how II imagined it - a shithole, but a shithole to be proud of as a mayor. Nice one, Wildling.
Haha, I expected you to vote this
However, I guess I should say that there are two of the Tiddles at Hellgate Hall atm (Bedwyck and Lewyn), so you can consider if that changes your vote 
Oh, well, that's okay. I probably won't change it anyway. I don't like Tryden that much.
[Go to Hellgate Hall]
I'm curious of the king :-) Nicely written part! Who's one will be next?
It'll be either Myke or Jamison next, most likely Myke.
[Go to Hellgate Hall]
Awesome part! I could see Nealia wanting to know exactly what it is she is signing up for before she commits to doing this job for Tryden fully. It would be cool to possibly meet the Lord of Tidmarsh with what Tryden said about him I am curious to what he is like. Plus since I am not sure if Jamison's next part will take place at Hellgate Hall, I would like to see King Dryland and the personality he has as well!
[Go to Hellgate Hall]
Of course I want Nealia to get known in the Rose Company, but the situation with King Dryland is too important to miss (if Nealia is up to be relevant POV). Well, I believe there will be proper time to meet with the other sellswords.