Post by Brienne of Tarth on Jun 27, 2016 5:14:22 GMT
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King's Landing had been suffocating to say the least, and she was happy to be out of it for a short few days between arriving and Joffery's wedding. She had been promised a guided tour to the Crownsland and it's neighboring towns. Which would have all been well and good if her the one giving her the tour had known anything about the actual area. Instead, he had spent most of their trip nattering away about this and that. It had given Brienne next to nothing to work with, and she found herself falling in and out the conversation as it pleased her till she just couldn't take any more. She wasn't the best at conversation not even when someone was doing all the talking but this was just driving her nuts. "And this is?" she prompted him as they began to ride towards a keep. It would be nice to at least know the names of the places they were visiting if she got nothing else out of this trip.
"Oh, this is Rosby!" he gushed like an over flown fountain. Rosby, she repeated herself looking over the slowly approaching structure and it's surrounding area. She knew very little of the Rosby's, but she knew they were one of the many bannermens that fell beneath the Baratheon's and therefore had followed Robert before his untimely death. While the man talked on, she tried to draw their coat of arms in her head. A blazon consisting of three red chevrons on ermine. Was that even right? She couldn't remember she also couldn't remember if they had stood with Renly during his campaign. It didn't matter much now. "We can stop here and water the horses for a moment. Lord Rosby will be in King's Landing now to prepare for King Joffrey's wedding to his soon to be bride the beautiful Margaery," he went on to say more but Brienne had already tuned him out.
The little shit Joffery. How had that spawn ever been born no less gotten the crown? She was surprised no one had wrung his little neck yet or knocked him into the mote to drown. The Lannisters should long ago have been thrown off the throne, but with Renly dead there was no hope for a righteous king anymore. She had followed the last good lord and now the rest of them were dead. Of course, there was Jaime. Despite their rocky start, she had begun to like him more and more as their time together passed. They had become more then what they had set off to be. Their trials and tribulations had driven them closer together whether they had wanted to or not, and she felt like she had seen a piece of Jaime he had never shown to anyone else before.
Seven hells, was she in love with him? Her brows furrowed at the very idea. No, she had more important things to think about then her maiden's heart. She had things to do like keeping her promise to Lady Catelyn. Protecting Sansa was her only duty and the most important one. She would save her or die trying. To that, she was honor bound. It didn't matter about that Jaime had begun to make her heart pitter patter like a young girl's. No, she had to find a way to keep the little wolf safe in the lion's den. She was still too young, too naive to have grown her fangs yet and didn't quiet know how to protect herself. There was also no promises that the little half lion would protect her should Cersei's wrath turn towards her at any moment.
As they got closer to the gates, she waited while the men went to talk to the guards and gained them passage to Rosby. Her lips compressed into a thin like while she was waiting wondering what exactly the man was saying to the guards to even get them in. Eventually, they were allowed passage. Their horses, lathered in sweat from the travel of the day, were grateful when they dismounted and handed them off to the stable boys to be taken and watered for their brief stint here. She looked at her guide for a moment. He was silent, and she was almost remiss to ask him any questions as she sighed. "If the Lord Rosby is in King's Landing, who is watching his lands for him?" she asked almost begrudgingly, but she was curious. She knew that he has no heirs at least not to her most recent knowledge of them. That was, of course, unless he had suddenly had some recently, but she doubted it.
THE GOOD LORDS ARE DEAD
the rest are monsters
King's Landing had been suffocating to say the least, and she was happy to be out of it for a short few days between arriving and Joffery's wedding. She had been promised a guided tour to the Crownsland and it's neighboring towns. Which would have all been well and good if her the one giving her the tour had known anything about the actual area. Instead, he had spent most of their trip nattering away about this and that. It had given Brienne next to nothing to work with, and she found herself falling in and out the conversation as it pleased her till she just couldn't take any more. She wasn't the best at conversation not even when someone was doing all the talking but this was just driving her nuts. "And this is?" she prompted him as they began to ride towards a keep. It would be nice to at least know the names of the places they were visiting if she got nothing else out of this trip.
"Oh, this is Rosby!" he gushed like an over flown fountain. Rosby, she repeated herself looking over the slowly approaching structure and it's surrounding area. She knew very little of the Rosby's, but she knew they were one of the many bannermens that fell beneath the Baratheon's and therefore had followed Robert before his untimely death. While the man talked on, she tried to draw their coat of arms in her head. A blazon consisting of three red chevrons on ermine. Was that even right? She couldn't remember she also couldn't remember if they had stood with Renly during his campaign. It didn't matter much now. "We can stop here and water the horses for a moment. Lord Rosby will be in King's Landing now to prepare for King Joffrey's wedding to his soon to be bride the beautiful Margaery," he went on to say more but Brienne had already tuned him out.
The little shit Joffery. How had that spawn ever been born no less gotten the crown? She was surprised no one had wrung his little neck yet or knocked him into the mote to drown. The Lannisters should long ago have been thrown off the throne, but with Renly dead there was no hope for a righteous king anymore. She had followed the last good lord and now the rest of them were dead. Of course, there was Jaime. Despite their rocky start, she had begun to like him more and more as their time together passed. They had become more then what they had set off to be. Their trials and tribulations had driven them closer together whether they had wanted to or not, and she felt like she had seen a piece of Jaime he had never shown to anyone else before.
Seven hells, was she in love with him? Her brows furrowed at the very idea. No, she had more important things to think about then her maiden's heart. She had things to do like keeping her promise to Lady Catelyn. Protecting Sansa was her only duty and the most important one. She would save her or die trying. To that, she was honor bound. It didn't matter about that Jaime had begun to make her heart pitter patter like a young girl's. No, she had to find a way to keep the little wolf safe in the lion's den. She was still too young, too naive to have grown her fangs yet and didn't quiet know how to protect herself. There was also no promises that the little half lion would protect her should Cersei's wrath turn towards her at any moment.
As they got closer to the gates, she waited while the men went to talk to the guards and gained them passage to Rosby. Her lips compressed into a thin like while she was waiting wondering what exactly the man was saying to the guards to even get them in. Eventually, they were allowed passage. Their horses, lathered in sweat from the travel of the day, were grateful when they dismounted and handed them off to the stable boys to be taken and watered for their brief stint here. She looked at her guide for a moment. He was silent, and she was almost remiss to ask him any questions as she sighed. "If the Lord Rosby is in King's Landing, who is watching his lands for him?" she asked almost begrudgingly, but she was curious. She knew that he has no heirs at least not to her most recent knowledge of them. That was, of course, unless he had suddenly had some recently, but she doubted it.
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