William Stark (lupus_rex) wrote in agos, @ 2008-12-13 20:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | lyanora stark, matthrew bolton, william stark |
Anyone who wishes a private audience with the king.
Who: William,
When: Day 65, day
Where: the King's chambers, The Red Keep
Rating: PG lest we get too risquee and need to fetch the smelling salts to revive his majesty
Status: Open - come in one at a time.
The Ironborn had risen again. Of course they would choose this time to attack- he should have known they would. Why hadn't he? What did it matter to Greyjoys if one of their own had attended the court. Why had he not foreseen this? Had he been in Winterfell it would have been-- William stopped himself. He was not in Winterfell and this was precisely the reason Greyjoy had chosen this moment. He should let his uncle prove himself, but he was king damn it. Since they were so bloody insistent on giving him the seat, he ought to do something with it.
He ran a hand through his hair and settled into his chair with a dark glare at the chamberlain approaching him. Private audiences. He considered calling it all off, going hunting and letting Tyrith deal with it but that would not have been fair to his goodbrother. As it was he'd been neglecting his duties, his nerves gone after the incident the night of the Targaryen girl's death...
Duty. Duty, and preparation for the winter that was coming. And then he would have to speak with his lady wife... With any luck one of his vassals this afternoon would be weilding a knife. He winced just thinking it- where in all the hells had that thought come from? Much longer in this place and he wondered if he'd know himself anymore.
"Show them in, Ser," he motioned to the Lord Commander who stood silently by the door. "Let us begin this farce."
He made himself smile at the guest who appeared.