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ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

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ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

The post is long but its directed towards certain people at varying points. Please, please folks don't worry about a long post. Just do what you're feeling up to. We could have have a plot twist that they're related to them way back. Maybe through one of Aegon IV many bastards.

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

Lord Renault

@Gunther@HushedWhispers@Emma@LordLinguinie@Apoalo

“Morning old friend.” Greeting his closest confidant with more enthusiasm, knowing that everything was proceeding along smoothly with Marvyn at the helm. Marvyn was Renault’s saving grace in this whole debacle with the realm going down the privy. Without that old buzzard, he’d have gone bald by now. “Good, with any luck we’ll be able to bring some peace to the land.” Especially since he was working with a major player in this kingly nonsense.

Renault scanned thru the blueprints, they were well drawn. From his days of war he looked thru them for any structural weakness that could be taken advantage of. He knew that Ser Kayne had already taken care of such flaws, but a second pair of war stained eyes couldn’t hurt. “We’re gonna need one on that west bank between us and Lord Ryger. You can bet that he's looking at us with hungry eyes now that Starks and Tullys have merged together. We need a first warning as a precaution.” Renault carried a serious dislike of Lord Ryger, that resembled the hate between cats and dogs.

Renault watched as his daughter Stelsa had entered the hall. He knew full well she’d still be buried under the mounds of bedding if he hadn’t called for her. He’d watched her grown into a beautiful young woman much like her mother was. Renault was getting more than slightly vexed with her antics as of recently, especially towards his wife Madeline. With current events and the secrecy with Marvyn he couldn’t scold her as he wanted to at the moment. “Good morning Stelsa. Thank you for yesterday.” Appreciating her behavior despite wearing his late wife Lucia’s dress. Acknowledging her kiss on her cheek.

“You will be inspecting the keep for Lord Tyrion’s stop on his way to King's Landing. It needs to be warm and welcoming. We don’t entertain royalty much anymore, so we need to make him feel at ease.” Entrusting Stelsa with this task since it will be one of her main duties as a wife when he decides to marry her off. They will be lessons she will need to learn soon.

Renault bit into the bacon, crunching it as Madeline came into view, smiling slightly as she entered. His mindset was on business but couldn’t help to show his appreciation for her despite he was focused on other matters. Letting her settle next to him, hoping that the small talk she’d initiate would be received warmly by Radford and Stelsa.

Intertwining his good hand with Madeline’s looking back towards her. “I’m better that you’ve awakened Madeline. I trust that you slept well?” Renault didn’t use her title, often calling her without the title or by Madie. He didn’t use later to avoid early morning antics from Stelsa. “It appears that Lord Tyrion will be coming around midday. If you’d be kind enough to help plan accordingly for his visit, perhaps the Dornish red from the celler would be an adequate spirit for this evening.” Renault glared at his daughter for a moment, then moved his sight back to his wife. “And thank you for last night, I couldn’t have asked for a better name day celebration.”

Using two of his three fingers Renault pushed the last of bacon into his mouth, followed by brown ale to wash it down. Radford his prodigal son, stronger and quicker than Renault was in his youth. As the saying goes, ‘Like father, Like son.’ He had hoped his son wouldn’t be so quick to act sometimes but still, he couldn’t ask for a better son and heir. Renault’s mind went back to yesterday briefly for a moment as they talked about his marriage possibilities.He truly wished that Radford could marry the Glover woman, maybe he still could if the rebellion was to end soon. Renault, however, would force his son to marry Bethea Kenning if it was required. That, however, was for another time.

“I would be most curious to hear of it. When your duties are taken care of first, our company is coming earlier than anticipated.” He could tell the excitement in his son's voice came from the smithies at work, yes he was going to war but war was never a good thing. Soon his son would see that first hand.

“Nonsense Corlys, please sit. You’ll be having plenty of time to make up for the instance.” Knowing that the hour was soon approaching that the young man would prove his worth and in turn honor his lord father with a knighthood. “Sit wherever suits your need.”

The stabs kept coming at Madeline, something he was growing quite tired of. Radford making the jest about Stelsa wearing their late mother’s dress was uncalled for. Especially for the heir of his house to make such a gesture. Renault was going to make a comment until the maester had come delivering a message.

Removing his hand from Madeline’s to accept the scroll, turning the scroll around to the seal seeing who it was sent from. Renault looked down at the wax stamp and then to Marvyn, giving some indication of who the sender was. Looking back to Madeline who was looking at the stamp with relative concern. Renault shook his head for her not to mention what she had seen and as they’d converse about it later.

He opened the scroll, his eyes skimming thru its contents. Clenching his bad hand as he often did hearing a particular name. Its contents not enlightening but it did provide insight to his partner's thinking and valuable information. “Ser Kayne it looks as if ‘The Blackfish’ has become Robb Stark’s outrider captain. ” The Blackfish was an extremely sore point for both Renault and Marvyn for well justified reasons. It was often the point when Renault flexed his bad hand.

Looking towards his ward Cedric and feeling sorry for the lad, he truly didn’t know what to say to help the young man in his situation. He would have to speak with him and without the presence of others. To help console him and understand his feelings on the matter. The matter with the Blackfish leaving the Vale to join the Stark Tully rebellion wasn’t what Renault had in mind starting the day with.

Renault’s headache was just about to get worse though. Commotion and chaos was happening outside the doors, he heard it and couldn’t help himself to get up and see what the ruckus was about. His stomach churned as he walked away from the table as the commotion got worse and worse. Finally breaking thru a host peasant came bursting into his home, battered and bloody. “Sorry m’lord they surprised us.” One of the guards came rushing through begging for an apology. Renault just held up his hand motion for him to be quiet.

“What happened? Who’s banner?” Renault demanded as he stood face to face with what looked like the leader of this rabble. “Mi’lord he didn’t have none. But did bid you have these.” The war-ravaged peasant handed Renault. A small dark brown sack, the bottom wet with a substance that he was dreading. Opening the sack and looked, a feeling of rage seething through his being. Hawklings, dead and beaten.

“This ends now! Kayne summon the men now, we're going hunting and it's not ending until I have Lord Ryger’s head on a damn spike! Corlys armor and horse now!” Renault pace quicked towards Radford, staring him dead in the eyes “You want your chance for glory, here it is. Get your damn armor. Kill this bastard and you can marry a goat for all I care!”

Renault red as the wine last night, he hadn’t been this angry since he’d found out that Rhaegar’s children had been murdered. Looking towards Stelsa, “Take care of them.” Starring towards his daughter for a moment, then to his wife. Motioning for her to walk with him towards the stables outside.

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

What are your guy's thoughts on Stannis burning Renly, instead of flat our killing him.

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

Don't worry about length guys. If it conveys the point then it's fine with me. My next post will be longer to accommodate everyone breaking thier fast together and a big ball drop. But again please don't feel as if you guys have to write a lot. We're here to have fun and to create a good read. I wanna to see everyone stay and react to some curveballs I'm gonna throw.

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

Any changes anyone would like to see, please post so we can build on it. @Gunther I have some wheels turning about Radford's love interest, nothing concrete yet. I will try to get something up by tomorrow to move us along but no promises folks.

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

Everything is looking great guys, thank you. A question for everyone, do we wanna follow the books according to the books, tweak it some or have an entirely different sequence of events?

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

@Apoalo very nice sheet, put him in the characters tab.

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

Yes the first IC is a little dull but it's going to heat up quick. Just a slight spoiler.

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

Sunlight had not begun to blanket the land when Renault had woken from his slumber, a man of habit as he rose typically before sunrise. It was in that moment that he was at peace, he couldn’t give a damn that the realm was at war. Careful that he wasn’t to wake Madeline from her peaceful slumber as he sat on the side of their bed. His body begging him just a few more moments beside her but his mind said work. Work always won, exhaling a sigh as he rose from the bed. Renault would let Madeline sleep like he’d done many times before, his duties were calling especially now more so than ever.

Renault had a servant lay out his attire the day before, he wasn’t about to waste time on something such as his clothes. Trousers of earthy brown, tunic green like the brightest leaves embroidered in varying shades of brown signifying the crest of his house. Slipping one foot into each of the embroidered boots. Smoothing the clothes so that he would look acceptable for one of his station, he was no perfectionist but he did like looking decent for company. Even if that company was Tyrion Lannister ‘The Imp’, any man of station was to be greeted in the most dignified of manners. There was no time to dally around though, work was to be done and the guest quarters warranted inspection and to speak with Ser Kayne on certain matters, but first, it was time for his breakfast.

Grasping ahold of the brass candleholder, letting the dancing flame light Renault’s way thru the darkness. A trek he made a hundred times before and undoubtedly make another hundred times, with the only sounds being the servants carrying out their duties for the day. Tedious and bothersome as those tasks were, the servants carried them on without complaint.

His journey was nearing its end as the entrance the great hall was within view, Renault’s stomach grumbled in demand of sustenance. Crossing the threshold, as he carried on great tapestries of the deeds of his family hung adorning both sides of the great hall. Looking to only see a few guards at breaking their fast, the ones Marvyn posted at guard duty during the night most likely. Everyone was continuing on just as if it hadn't been Renault's name day yesterday. It was better that way, he didn't much care for large celebrations but since he had remarried and times were getting more chaotic there needed to be some joy before times got darker.

“Crisped bacon, eggs, and cheese. An ale to wash it down.” Renault spoke to the servant girl had hurriedly gone back to prepare the first meal of the day. Sitting at the head of the table his paige had laid out his correspondents out on the table for Renault’s viewing pleasure. The first being that Tyrion was to arrive at midday, sooner than expected but he’d welcome him at the time of his arrival. Biting into the bacon that was brought out, curbing his stomach hunger.

Among the documents was one of Lady Madeline’s former house, no doubt another message from her brother about her father’s health. “Make sure to give this to Lady Madeline promptly when she wakes, but do not wake her and inform her of my whereabouts.” Handing the sealed parchment to the attendant to be delivered. “Make sure Radford and Stelsa have awoken, they have their own duties before Lord Tyrion arrives. Make sure Radford oversees Lord Tyrion's chambers and Stelsa is to be getting ready for the day and inspect the keeps cleanliness.” Normally he’d let them sleep but company was coming.

He’d begun to wonder a moment where Ser Kayne was, but with the tasks laid upon him, he was most likely busy. Despite this though he wanted an update on his tasks, this whole bit on the current power struggles was taxing. Renault needed piece of mind. Since his life was about to get increasingly more difficult and dangerous. Looking up at Talon, his family's heirloom passed from father to son for generations. Hoping that it would keep his family safe during the rest of his tenure.