Noah Tully. (upriver) wrote in agos, @ 2008-05-07 23:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | jonath rowan, noah tully, vitaerys waters |
Arriving Late
Who: Noah, William, and the Kingsguard [otherwise open]
When: Morning, the 2nd day
Where: The Throne Room
Rating: TBA
Status: Open
The sky had opened above the procession of soldiers traveling with Noah Tully from Riverrun on the second day of their pilgrimage, and though at first the downpour had been nothing but a little rain and occasional thunder, by the evening it had turned to lightning and hail of the most distressing size, and they had been forced to seek refuge at one of the inns along the road. The bad weather just to the South of the Neck had lasted for the better part of a day and a half, and as a result the entire Tully entourage was a day late in arriving, though Noah had done his best to order the pick up of the pace. Things would have been easier to handle if his older brother Thomas had been along with him, the soldiers trusted the word of the elder son not only because he was their heir, but because they trusted and obeyed what was familiar; Noah was rarely seen around Riverrun, at least as rarely as he could be, not to mention that Thomas was well respected and now his dear elderly father's troops were loath to listen to the upstart of a second son now.
Noah spurred his horse up the last of the crowded road towards the gates of the Red Keep, open in a display of hospitality, heading the long train of men though he thought he must look like next to nothing in the huge shadow of the stronghold. His horse had balked slightly at the foot of the draw bridge like his favorite mare always had and she seemed as nervous around the new surroundings as Noah himself did, but he nodded as courteously as he could at the passing bows of peasants and the shrewd stares of the castle guard at the men that followed him. His hunting hounds took up the rear of the procession, a faithful bunch of red dogs that bayed loudly upon entering and their formidable voices echoed back from the courtyard walls and announced Noah's coming long before any of the Tully squires had had the chance.
He sprang from his horse with well practiced efficiency, an action as familiar as breathing to a hunter, upon reaching the front doors, as wide as ever for a cousin of the King. Noah's father had been sure to remind him of that fact before he left Riverrun, his mother repeating the words a score of times more just for the added importance. He must remember that though your brother remains the highest, you are still of noble, even regal blood. Remember this, and for the love of your family, act your part. It is of importance. Heavy words from his Lady Mother's mouth, though she had still neglected to tell him the real truth behind those words. He held the letter he carried in the pocket of his jacket with a certain suspicion, sealed with the Trout of Riverrun and written on parchment too thick to read through against the light of the fire.
He was seen into the Throne Room with surprising efficiency, Noah thought, what with the recent upheaval and all the other pressing matters no doubt happening in the castle around him. To his remarkable luck the king was seated, looking, Noah had to admit, sort of out of place atop the great, threatening Iron Throne. But his father trusted his rule, and his brother trusted his rule, and thus Noah was thrust into the great cycle with open arms. He just had yet to really discover it.
"Your Grace, I must grant your permission to speak and to offer my sincerest apologies for the lateness of me and my company." He had memorized the line in the last legs of the horse ride, and praised himself for not fumbling it.