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Rolland
The High Hall of Eyrie was full of men who answered his call. Lord Royce Coldwater, Nestor Royce with his sons, lord Eon Hunter and his heir, lord Uthor Tollet, lord Donniger, ser Symond Templeton, some smaller houses and many hedge knights. All of them bend their knees to him and he heard about that, Harrold Hardyng and lord Yohn Royce joined his cause along with ser Joffrey Arryn of Gulltown, ser Roland Waynwood and ser Wallace Waynwood.
"My lords" he said, but no one heard him "MY LORDS" he shouted across the room and everyone silenced "We must plan our next move, my step mother has just now houses Breakstone, Wydman, Redfort and Arryn of Gulltown" lord Nestor stood up
"My lords," he bowed to men in hall, then he turned on Rolland "my lord" he bowed again "My advice is this" he unsheated his sword "They are week, we should march to Ironoaks and smash them with our cavalry" everyone cheered, when they stopped, Rolland said
"Thank you for advice, my lord. But some lords didn´t joined me now, for example, houses of Three Sisters, they have strong power on the sea, so we can-"
"Sorry for interruption, my lord" lord Coldwater stopped him "but Sistermen don´t have any honor, they would rather die than join you"
"Don´t worry, my lord" said Rolland, smiling "I have anything, lord Triston Sunderland won´t refuse"
"What´s that" asked ser Symond, Rolland looked at them, with a piece of parchment in his hand
"This, my lords, is price I plan to pay for my seat" he showed it "I, Rolland Arryn, Warden of the East, grant independence of Three Sisters, since end of war, they will be independent region with lord paramount of Sisters Triston Sunderland" whole hall stood in strange silence
"My lord" said lord Eon "You shouldn´t trust the Sistermen, they will atack you, I pledge you, atack lady Lysa and end this war"
"I can´t hold my position if there is possible rebellion on Sisters!" shouted Rolland
"Then, you are a craven" said lord Eon, looking into Rollands eyes
After a moment of silence, Rolland spoke "Jarremy, bring me my sword, guards, put lord Eon near the Moon Door"
Whole time he heard lord Eon screaming and cursing him. Then, when lord Hunter saw the Moon Door, his eyes widded in horror "Mercy" he pledged "My lord mercy, please mercy"
Guards took him near Moon Door "Open it" Rolland said, calmly, when door opened, he looked on lord Eon "Look down" he said
"My lord, mercy" Eon still repeated "Mercy, mercy"
"Just. Look. Down" Rolland ordered "Kneel"
"Mi´lord" Hunter knelt
"Get your left hand on the corner" lord Eon did, than, Rolland drew his dagger and chopped off two fingers and showed them to lord Hunter "Choose one" he said "And someone bring his son" Gilwood Hunter stepped forward "Choose one, lord Hunter" lord Hunter just now had to realize what is to happen, he immediatelly chosen the bigger finger "Seize ser Gilwood" he ordered and gave him the finger "Thank your father, he just saved your life," both Hunters looked confused when he gave the second finger to lord Eon "now, both of you, come on, throw it" they both threw the fingers down
Harrold Hardyng
Bronze Yohn Royce was older man with grey beard and hair, with slate-grey eyes. He was sitting on his throne, accompanied by his sons, Andar and Robar. His daughter Yssila wasn´t with them.
"What brings you there?" asked lord Yohn
"My lord" started Harry and bowed "I am here to pledge you to call your banners for lord Rolland-"
"I already called my banners" lord Yohn stopped him "Didn´t you seen those banners outside?"
"I´ve seen it, mi´lord" said Harrold "But you didn´t moved with them" then, Joffrey stepped forward, he had brown hair and short beard
"My lord" he started "You may not know me-"
"You´re right, boy, I don´t know you, who you are?"
"Ser Joffrey Arryn of Gulltown" he bowed "The youngest son of lord Ronnel"
"I thought Arryns of Gulltown pledged their fealthy to lady Lysa and her son"
"I didn´t. To be honest, I never liked her, and my father wants me to marry her, even she is half-mad and fat, I don´t like her, only positive thing on her is her breasts, and hair, but it´s everything"
"How old are you boy?"
"Twenty"
"You are twenty and you are third, fourth-"
"Sixth son and eighth child of my father"
"Sixth son, why didn´t you joined the Blacks?"
"Because I counted my fathers bastards, from his trueborn children I am second son and third child, my lord" than, lord Yohn looked on Harry
"I will join you, but, this guy marries my cousins daughter Myranda" he said
"Likely, mi´lord" said Joffrey and Harry together
Renly
The small council was on meeting, king Robert, his brother was in the North. He was only member of the house in Kings Landing now, with Stannis in Dragonstone and Robert in Winterfell.
"So, why are we here?" asked Littlefinger
"Oh, nothing serious lord Baelish" said Renly "just some lordlings in Vale decided to rise in open rebelion against their lord. Nothing serious"
"Lord Renly, it´s actually is a problem" said Varys
"My family doesn´t support anyone" said Renly, anoyed by this meeting, Littlefinger looked at him
"It actually is the most wisest thing we heard today, my lord" he said
"Tullys are calling their banners" Varys pointed out "my littlebirds sang songs about army of five thousand men marching to Bloody Gate"
"Bloody Gate can be guarded by five crippled old men and still be unconquerable" said Baelish "Lord Rolland is in danger from them if they somehow pass through"
"Ser Brynden Tully is commanding the guardsmen of Bloody Gate" said ser Barristan "He could open it´s gates to his nephew"
"Ser Brynden didn´t let his niece pass through, the army would be same" replied Renly, more anoyed
"H-h-his n-nephew has an army, lord R-Renly, ser Edmure will be l-l-let through" said grand maester Pycelle, Renly stood up
"I am tired of this, as the brother of the king, I end this Small Council meeting" he said and left
His solar was the most fancy place in whole city, as someone said, he looked on his sword, master work from Tobho Mott´s armory, longsword made from the castle forged blue steel, with stag head pommel. Outside his door was his own Baratheon guards, hundred men.
"Willas!" he shouted on his squire, brown haired boy of fourteen, who came immediately "Call Brella" he ordered
"Yes mi´lord" young man said and left
After some time, Brella came, acompanied by Willas, Brella had brown hair and was running his household, Poor woman, Renly thought
"My lord, what is your order?" she asked
"Prepare lunch, please. I am hungry of that idiots in Small Council"
Blackfish
He was just on guard of Bloody Gate, when the army of five thousand men under Tully banners led by red haired man. His nephew Edmure. He had armor in colours of his house, blue and red, and on his chest was silver trout.
"Who passes through the Bloody Gate?!" asked Blackfish
"Your nephew, with army to help Lysa-"
"The Gate is closed to you, walk out" said Brynden
"Uncle" said Edmure "You´re betraying our words now"
"Just Family. I didn´t betrayed Duty and Honor"
"Let me pass, or-"
"Or what, you fight your way through? Don´t be naive boy, no army never fought its way through" he said and on the top of surrounding mountains showed up three hundred archers "Go away, it´s the last warning" Edmure wore on his helmet and drew his sword
"So be it uncle. You wanted bloodshed, here you have it" he said and first men fell under the arrows, while Blackfish walked to gate and let the drawbridge up.
"WE WILL RETURN UNCLE!" shouted Edmure "AND NEXT TIME THAT YOUR LITTLE BRIDGE WON´T SAVE YOU!"
"Strong words, slow mind, hit him in the leg" said Brynden and walked away
He went to small courtyard of a wooden keep Rolland let build behind the Bloody Gate. It was an hour way from Bloody Gate and it had garrison of one and half hundred men, Rolland named it Bloody Keep. Rolly was just training swordsmanship with one of squires. He had long light brown hair and green eyes, he was more westernlander then valeman, but his twin sister was woman, brown-eyed version of their father. Rolly just parried blow of his oppoment.
"Come on bastard, your father was in your age better swordsman than you are" squire mocked him, and Rolly made quick atack which send him onto ground
"Very good young lord" said Brynden "Once you would be better than your father is"
"Really?" Rolly asked with his eyes widened by proud
"Yeah, you are more man now, than your nephew will ever be! I think he would be beaten by your only sight!" he laughed
"You think?" asked Rolly curiously
"Yeah, you did seen him, he is weak, and sick"
"My father was, too"
"But your father had no mother to pamper him. His mother, lady Rowena, died when he was one year old, on winter chill"
"How long this will be long?" asked Rolly "Lady Larra left with Wallace and Rowena remained here with me"
"Not so long" Brynden replied "Your step grandmother is losing, lord Grafton bend his knee to Rolland, she is surrounded. And no army of Tully´s passes through Bloody Gate, even if they tried"
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