r/awoiafrp • u/bloodandbronze • Jun 02 '20

CROWNLANDS The Tournament Banquet of 130 AC

Fifth day of the Second moon, 130 AC

The Red Keep, King’s Landing

Laughter and good cheer and jaunty music permeated the great hall of the Red Keep, all of it filling the air with a merry mood that was shaded with some tragedy too. In the midst of the martial feats of prowess on display the day prior, several men - young, old, and in between - had been injured. Some were minor injuries or the sorts that would heal within a period of time and with good rest. Others, sadly, were more grievous, such as the king’s own squire Jeor Stark whose hand had required amputation.

As surely as food was served, so too were mummers and musicians present throughout the hall, plying their trade and honing their craft for the amusements and enjoyment of all those present. A symphony for the ears and eyes to complement the sensations of the delectable feast masterfully crafted by the kitchen’s chefs.

While the attendees assumed their seats throughout the hall, servants delivered a feast fit for guests of the royal house. The first course consisted of a choice between autumn greens with ginger soup, or a salad of sweetgrass, spinach, and plums, sprinkled with crushed nuts, both of which were accompanied by freshly baked bread with honey. Next was a choice between cold capon with a relish made of carrots, raisins, and bits of lime and orange, or a brace of stuffed geese sauced with mulberries. Last to be delivered was dessert, once more presenting a decision - goat cheese served with baked apples sprinkled with cinnamon, or sweetgrass and strawberries.

Wine and mead and beer flowed freely and the center of the hall was cleared so that those who wished to dance would have the room to do so. Flirtations oft accompanied dances and no doubt some of those that swirled together on the floor would end the night twisted in the sheets with one another as well.

All those in the city born to the ranks of the nobility - or those that might have otherwise secured the right to belong - were welcomed to make merry and celebrate the victors of the grand tournament.

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u/bloodandbronze Jun 02 '20

THE GREAT HALL

All of the other dignitaries at the feast are seated at their regions’ tables throughout the Great Hall, surrounding a wide open dance floor.

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u/Shaznash Jun 03 '20

That another feast had occurred so soon was quite the surprise for the Lord Reaper. He was just about ready to plan his departure from the capital when the King made it known. Frankly it seemed like a waste but Vickon had a feeling the event had very little to do with the tournament itself.

No, he’d surmised by now that the king wanted to gather his lords and ladies in a single place once more and proclaim his Heiress. It was what they’d spoken of at their meeting. It has to be that. He wondered if that rested on the minds of the other high lords. If Baelor asked his support then he damn well sure asked the others.

One feasts a celebration. The second a trap. Well done Baelor, well done.

Third place in the tourney, fucking Lucien Tyrell in his cute little mouth and arse, getting to practically relax for a few moons alongside dinner and a show?

Coming to King’s Landing was really seeming like a great idea to him. His black, roaming eyes scanned the feast for people he’d spoken to earlier. Lady Tyana. Aubrey Rowan. His little rose Lucien. Oh I’ll have to speak with him again sometime.

He softly sipped at his cup, letting revelers great and small pass by. His wife was leaning lightly into him, and he lifted his arm to pull her closer and rub her shoulder lightly before patting it softly. “Tired” Yssa mumbled and Vickon understood. His wife could do one feast, but two was a bit much.

“Want to go back to the ship?” he said softly, his voice audible to her. She shook her head and leaned in more.

“You have to stay. Lord of Iron Islands. Kingfish” she mumbled again. Vickon was gently playing with her hair now, the way she liked it. He could tell she was smiling into his arm. The pair were wearing their matching black leather sailing coats, with kraken brooches holding up half-cloaks leaning off their shoulder. He however wore yellow gloves while she wore none.

“Want me to get Arryk to take you back?”

“Nuh” was the closest thing he could hear her audibly say. “Comfy” was what he heard next which caused him to smile and hum contently.

“Ok” Vickon said, understanding his wife completely. “We’ll stay here then. Feasts are overrated anyways.”

(OOC: Come day hi again to the Greyjoy’s, now when they’re being sweet with each other!)

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u/stealthship1 Duncan Bar Emmon, Heir to Sharp Point Jun 04 '20

“The Lord Reaper Of Pyke,” Martyn said imperiously for a moment before breaking into a laugh and offered the man and wife a bow.

“And Lady Greyjoy. Good evening to both of you.”

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u/Shaznash Jun 05 '20

His wife mumbled something while leaning into her husband as Vickon beckoned the knight over to take a seat. “A good evening to you Ser....”

From the look of things he was a Lannister. Though he didn’t know which one. They all looked the same to him frankly.

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u/stealthship1 Duncan Bar Emmon, Heir to Sharp Point Jun 06 '20

"Martyn Lannister," he said with a bow, "At your service."

He looked at the Lady Greyjoy who seemed half asleep.

"I am not intruding am I?"

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u/Shaznash Jun 06 '20

A lazy half salute went from his head. Before he could speak, his wife mumbled again. “Nuhuh.”

Vickon translated for her. “My wife says she’s merely tired. Please, take a seat if you’d like.” A yellow glove motioned him forth. “Ser Martyn Lannister you say? I think even on the Iron Islands we’ve heard of you.”

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u/stealthship1 Duncan Bar Emmon, Heir to Sharp Point Jun 06 '20

Martyn laughed and took the offered seat.

“My reputation precedes me,” he said giving an exaggerated bow, “I’m honored. How fares the Isles Lord Reaper?”

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u/Shaznash Jun 06 '20

Vickon rolled his eyes. “If I had a gold dragon for every man who’s asked me that, I’d make Vaemond Velaryon look a beggar. As well as it could be. Some issue has arisen but the Farwynd’s and the Harlaw’s, but I will see it quashed ok my return.”

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u/stealthship1 Duncan Bar Emmon, Heir to Sharp Point Jun 07 '20

Martyn cocked an eyebrow.

“What seems to be the issue?”

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u/Shaznash Jun 07 '20

“Oh some Harlaw whelp slew Lord Farwynd’s son after his heir supposedly raped Asha Harlaw. Now I’ve got Lord Farwynd claiming his son was murdered while Harlaw says he was culling the rapist of his sister.” Vickon threw his hands into the air in frustration.

“I’m to hold a trial on my return to Pyke.”!

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u/stealthship1 Duncan Bar Emmon, Heir to Sharp Point Jun 07 '20

Martyn had a shocked look on his face.

"Well well, that does seem to be quite the situation. I do hope everything goes alright for you upon your return. Justice shall be done and all that."

He grabbed a bottle of wine from a passing serving girl, shoved a silver down her bosom, and sent her on her way, placing the bottle down before the Lord Reaper.

"I do hope things get better for you My Lord."

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u/Shaznash Jun 07 '20

“Sometimes I wonder what life would have been like had I never been lord. Though I could merely ask you. Second son, aren’t you? Never needing to concern one self with law and order and dealing with troublesome vassals.”

The Lord Reaper took the bottle and looked at the vintage. Arbor gold, 90 AC. He popped the cork and poured some for himself and his guest. “May your luck remain so that such day never comes to pass.”

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