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2021.09.20 12:52 Aetherrin School mad fuck up, why I gotta wake up 2hrs before my parents then get home just before them, they have full time jobs.
2021.09.20 12:52 T3m3rair3 [Lore] First Light
6th Month 131 AC, King’s Landing
The knock at the door made the boy jump a little, rapidly pulling him from his thoughts. Slowly, he looked around the room. It was a plain room, compared to others in Maegor’s holdfast, on a lower floor and with lower ceilings than those above. Perhaps quarters of one of the more important servants of the castle and it’s residents. The window was not large, but served well enough to light up the room, during the hours of daylight. The whitewash on the pale sandstone helped keep the room bright, amplifying what modest amount the Winter’s Day cared to give them. He didn’t get many guests.
“Come in” He told the back of the dark wood of the door. Other’s might have tried to make their escape, but the boy knew it was futile to try. If he managed to get around whoever was outside the door, he still had to find his way to the gate, get across the drawbridge without slipping and falling into the dry moat lined with iron spikes, then down the Serpentine Steps, through two courtyards that had numerous buildings facing them, and only then, only then would he have escaped into city of several tens of thousands of people who cared nothing for him, and would happily strip him of everything they could take.
A man opened the door. Tall, lean, with silver hair so pale it might have been white. Not unlike his own, truth be told. His skin, however, was like worn leather, and might have been the same colour too, were it not for his heritage and recent stay in the dungeons. It was Lord Corlys Velaryon. Not family, but as close as he could be without being so. He swallowed to moisten his throat, for he had no one to talk to. “My Lord.” He greeted, tone polite and mild.
The older man’s arms folded across his middle, though there was a stiffness to the movement. “The King is dead. Long live the King.” Aegon the Younger’s eyes dropped to the floor between the Velaryon’s feet briefly, then back to his face. “The King is dead, long live the King.” He replied, a little stiffly.
Lord Velaryon did not stay long, leaving Aegon once more with his thoughts. In light of the news, they could only be slanted towards one thing. He did not hate Aegon the Elder as his half brothers did. … Had. He did not like him, of course, for the war fought in his name had consumed both his mama and papa. Quite literally, in mama’s case, the memories of which were burned into his mind’s eye. So too the grimace on the face of the man responsible, the slight hunch over on his carried chair, the tiredness that you would not expect in a man of only twenty four years. He did not take joy in his death, nor sorrow. It seemed like it would be a relief to die; an end to the suffering.
It was not something that he could do himself. Someone had to survive. To give meaning to those that had died. For it to have been worth something. Something firm, enduring. There were no Targaryens left save from himself and his half sisters, and he did not know if Baela was safe. Either way, it seemed unlikely that the Lords of Westeros would accept a Queen any time soon. So he had to live.
Dinner was better than what it had been the past few weeks. A little more seasoning on the meat, thicker gravy, more butter on the vegetables. Not a lot, but enough to be noticed. Enough to make his stomach rumble. Sleep still came easily, though. It always did.
That meant little, though, for rarely was sleep a peaceful thing for him. Faces haunted his dreams. His family, naturally, but the Queensguard was often present. Lyonel Bentley, Harrold Darke and Loreth Lansdale in particular. Perhaps because they had been much more up close and personal than the others. Not that it mattered much. If it was not them, it was someone else, seemingly without end.
When he awoke the next morning, his sheets were a mess, and he was facing a wall rather than the ceiling.
The morning was unexceptional in it’s weather. Some sun, some cloud, a little breeze. They set off around mid morning, the Velaryon Lord, the Targaryen and two dozen men with seahorses on their breasts. Normally such an escort would be excessive, but there were standards to be maintained, and there were several thousand Rivermen waiting for them, arrayed before the Gate of the Gods.
Banners of red, white, blue and almost every colour besides, with fish, birds of prey and horses surmounting them. Row upon row, though they were largely mixed up together, rather than in blocks of each. Three men rode out from amongst them, whilst others clustered around where they left the host, both men and women. Boys, really. Older than him, but scarcely a man as his father had been. Less even than Aegon the elder. They did not ride alone, but with an even split between men in red & blue and red & black. There was no mistaking them for Targaryen men, in spite of the similar colours.
They carried themselves with confidence, but even so they seemed to stumble and stutter a little in the presence of the Sea Snake. He saved their face by telling them the same thing he had said to him but the night before. “The King is dead. Long live the King.” He watched their reactions intently. If they showed any surprise, they hid it well, though they couldn’t resist a glance in his direction. “The King is dead. Long live the King.” They replied, not quite as one. The horse of the one opposite him, the youngest of the three, fidgeted. “How?” He asked, after a short silence as the news was digested in its entirety. The reply was not long in forthcoming. “Poison.” The Sea Snake put it bluntly. The young man seemed to accept the answer, though he didn’t look overly comfortable with the news. The one at the front, the apparent leader, cleared his throat. “We shall have to tell everyone the news.” He told the Sea Snake and the boy. The Sea Snake waved his hand dismissively. Veteran of many campaigns, he knew what they needed to do. “You may enter the city this afternoon, parading through the city to the Red Keep. Most will parade back through the city to your encampment, but your guards will remain.” He explained firmly, but not unkindly. The trio could do ought but nod, and return to their men.
Soon enough they returned, in greater number. Aegon dismounted from his horse, and each of the Riverlords and their allies kneeled in turn and hailed him as their King. Boys whose fathers had died earlier in the war, old men whose sons had perished. At least one widow who swore on behalf of her son, even younger than Aegon himself. There was a mischievous gleam to her gaze, but other than that, he found the entire thing rather moving. These people had paid vast amounts of blood and sweat, on what had proven to be his behalf. He only hoped the peace made in his name would be worth it.
As they rode back to the gate, it was impossible not to hear the cheer that came up from the host beyond the walls.
In spite of the cold weather, people thronged the streets to see the Riverlanders march through the city. Swollen as the city was be refugees, even after all the troubles that had ailed it in recent years, the streets were thronged with smallfolk, with children taking to the rooftops so that they might have a better view of the Rivermen as they snaked their way through the city towards Aegon’s High Hill and the fortress that sat atop it. Cheers followed them where they went, so even the people waiting in the Red Keep could hear the approach.
Some of them paced nervously. More talked in hushed voices with those around them. The five White Cloaks stood at even intervals at the foot of the dias, still as statues. The failure of all but one of their number, who had been out of the city at the time, was laid out behind them. It was almost unnatural, at least to Aegon’s mind to see Aegon the Elder looking so peaceful. More natural was his mother weeping silently beside him. Silent, dignified, but weeping all the same, with all that that entailed. Aegon himself stood behind and above them all, at the foot of the Iron Throne.
Hush fell over the room as the cheers reached a crescendo, and the traipsing of booted feet got closer. Last minute adjustments to attire were made, for those that felt that they needed it, mostly amongst the sundry lesser lords and household knights in throngs on either side of a central aisle. Those further in were all well practiced at such things.
Tip of the spear were the same three as earlier that day, only now Aegon knew their names. Lord Kermit Tully of Riverrun, with his brother Ser Oscar at his right hand, and young Lord Benjicot Blackwood at his left. More faces from earlier filled the doorway behind them; Lord Hugo Vance of Wayfarer’s Rest, Lady Sabitha Frey, Alysanne Blackwood, and more besides. He could almost hear the whispers of the Clubfoot telling him who was whom, though he knew he couldn’t be, for the Clubfoot was a couple of steps lower down, and off to his left besides, watching the newcomers with a mixture of curiosity and greed. A Lord of the Riverlands he may have been, but he was a stranger to them and they to him, having spent the better part of the past twenty five years in the city. If he were a lesser man, it might have been amusing.
As the Riverlings approached the foot of the dias, Grand Maester Orwyle stepped forward. This time his voice and bladder held. “Welcome, my Lords, to King’s Landing.” Perhaps it was easier for him, waxing lyrical rather than arguing with a woman well practiced in such things. “Hail to you, victors of the Battle of the King’s Road, who deliver us from the years of bloodshed, foolishness and scarcity.” The rumbling that came from Riverlings seemed to be appreciative.
All their gazes turned up to him. He gulped. “Peace.” He raised his left arm to gesture to the Rivermen in the centre of the room. “Thanks to you, peace is at hand.” A slight exaggeration, but one that could be forgiven. “Tonight, let us feast, and look forward to the years of peace ahead.” They cheered that, Riverling or otherwise. A sideways glance at the Sea Snake, standing to his right, was met with a nod, much to his relief.
To that ovation, he climbed the steps of the Iron Throne. He sat down carefully, the throne being made for a bigger person than he, not to mention that it was bad luck to spill blood on the Iron Throne. To the continuing cheers, he looked out across the room, and thought of the brave new world to come.
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2021.09.20 12:52 MomoBawk When you look in the mirror, what's the first thing you notice about yourself?
2021.09.20 12:52 BEERSMATE98 Your country and culture chooses your religion not you…
Should i explain this any futher ? If you are born in arabia you are most likely a muslim.
But if you are born in America for example, you are most likely a christian.
How lucky is that !
You were born into the right religion and wont be burning in hell
While the other 60% of the world will probably suffer an eternity just cause they were born somewhere else
And the “good people will research the truth and find it” argument really doesnt hold up
Im 99% sure almost no one ever looks at other holy books and finds them convincing
“HAHA LOL MUHAMMED FLEW ON A HORSE WAT”
“Sorry your guy is the son of god and came from the dead ?”
“Wait so you are telling me that all this thunder is caused by a fat blonde with a hammer?”
Its all the same
If you are not recruited to your cultures religion at an early age, you are most likely a non-believer.
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