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>with gritted teeth and dark eyes you would stare down your uncle, you would swear no oath but you would speak no lie either, damn the consequences, blood had been spilled before and it would be again, be it tonight or a hundred nights. [Taciturn]
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You didn’t say anything, you didn’t need to, your eyes and clenched jaw said everything and your uncle clearly saw it, everyone here knew it had been them who had started this and if not them their whore of a mother. Your uncle met your eyes, soft purple like yours stern though with a quite pain in them, you felt the moment drag out for what felt like forever, eventually though he relented, massaging his brow as he did.
<span class="mu-i">‘’damn it Alyn, I expected this from Corlys but not from you’’</span> you sensed your brother's protests but they were smothered as your uncle continued.
<span class="mu-i">’’Lord Celtigar wants to present a united house to the lords, half the crownlands is likely here and any infighting will have us swimming with sharks’’</span> your uncle rarely used the honorifics of your Fathers position with the house and you felt the weight of his statement with its use. <span class="mu-i">’’gods help us if you earn his disfavor here’’</span> he finished again looking at the black water.
<span class="mu-i">’’We did not start it’’</span> you muttered, you could still see the clashing steel in the back of your mind as Jon stone and Corlys fought on that black night <span class="mu-i">’’They drew blood first’’</span>
<span class="mu-i">’’I know’’</span> your uncle repeated, the reassurance it offered felt hollow <span class="mu-i">’’I can’t make you listen but for the love of your mother at least TRY’’</span> you felt a twinge at the mention of your mother and you caught the slight catch of his voice as he said it, it was rarer still that your uncle invoked her and it put you ill at ease, this WAS important.
You weighed your choices <span class="mu-i">’’I shall not be the first to raise a fist uncle’’</span> you offered
Your uncle sighed and you felt the release of tension ‘’God helps us if it comes to it boys’’
You and your brother shared a concerned glance, two years ago when your Father was away with the lady Grafton. Swordplay had turned to true violence after insults had drawn fists and then naked steel, blonde Jon had near taken your brothers cheek and brown Ben the last of his milk teeth and for a few desperate moments the you had fought blonde Jon alone until Ser Duncan, your uncle along with half a dozen men at arms had ended it, you had been confined to your room, your brother to the maesters care and blonde Jon for his part to a cell. Your Fathers wroth had been the only time your Father had hit you but you still felt the bruise it had left. Ever since the two sides of your family had never been without escort in each other's company.
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