>>5809748Your Father was a weathered man, brown of hair that was giving to early graying, like many crownlanders he bore battle scars openly though none seemed to truly mar him, dressed in comfortable linen and leathers he still struck the image of a warrior. He had a soft smile on his lips as he talked to Blonde Jon near the entrance to the great hall though as you approached the smile was replaced by agitated consternation.
‘’What happened?’’ he asked, his voice harsh as examined the two of you.
‘’A training accident my lord, blows were taken but no real blood spilled’’ Ser Lyonel emphasized that last part carefully and your Father relaxed a touch, you suspected had either you or Corly’s had spoken he would not have taken it so well.
‘’And the winner?’’
‘’Alyn, my lord’’ Corlys interjected beating your uncle to the point ‘’though I thought I had him after a bad blow but he rallied himself admirably’’ your Father considered you, brown eyes studying you, ‘’well done’’ he said after a beat and gave you a smile, you felt your chest swell at the praise.
>Counter-Intrigue Roll:‘’Blonde’’ Jon stone>3 =Worthy heirs, your Father approves of your collective removal from implied insults.<span class="mu-i">‘’Well done indeed, my fair <span class="mu-r">Valyrian</span> brothers’’</span> Blonde Jon said, you practically felt Corlys teeth breaking next to you, Blonde Jon’s tone was well tailored with only the smallest touch of resentment, your Father either did not deign to acknowledge the insinuation or missed it entirely, A glance at Corlys revealed a barely restrained frustration, you spoke in his stead.
He was acting like a child to provoke you and your brother, it was a simple ruse premised on the age-old struggle between your families. It would not work.
‘’My thanks, lord’’ you caught the smallest tug of Jon’s smile dipping into sourness as you Ignored it, your Father nodded slightly <span class="mu-i">’’with luck you'll earn your spurs come the fighting if you can best your brother’’</span> he looked to Jon <span class="mu-i">’’go see to my belongings Jon’’</span> that truely soured him and you felt victory at hand as he bowed.
<span class="mu-i">’’My lord’’</span> was all he said, though you caught a sour look as he left.
Corly’s teeth ceased grinding as the door closed, your Father looked at you with a weary approval though he did not speak, you felt the moment drag out before Corlys spoke.
‘’Have you met with lord Sandworth yet my lord?’’ he asked.
‘’No, we arrived too late to join the feasting, I am told we will be in war council tommorow though’’ your Father replied and you felt your pride prickle at the perceived insult.
Annoyance was clear on Corlys face but he persisted ‘’May we attend you my lord? As your rightful heirs we should be with you in this matter.’’ [2/3]
