#let Bela kiss a girl is my agenda

[furoruisa]

If they are going to make Bela bi they can do it w someone that is good or at least show they can change

[tellytantra]

(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); The Episode starts with Vish gaining consciousness and feels her head heavy. She recalls Vikrant pushing her on the wall and realizes that he wanted Mahir to go behind Bela and wanted him to see Bela’s real truth. She thinks Vikrant doesn’t care about anyone, and just cares about himself. She thinks he doesn’t care about me, I have to tell Bela everything and thinks where to search them. Vyom becomes Vulture and flies above Bela. He attacks Bela and she falls down. He comes in human form and asks Bela what happened to you? He says will not you ask what happened to you. He asks her to touch her back and says he has stick three bel patra, now she will be in human form and will be in my control. Bela says you. Vyom turns and looks back. He says I will kill you. Bela picks the bel patra and throws ash on Vyom. He couldn’t become vulture. Bela says did you lose your power, it is happening because of the ash which I threw on you. Vyom holds her neck and says I am more powerful than you as I am man. Bela says I am woman and more understanding and courageous than you. Mahir comes there calling Bela. Vyom makes Bela fall down and lie down on Bela, says what will your husband think when you see us in this position. He says will you show naagrani avatar. He says I am not in a hurry to kill you, and says I can do anything. I can become vulture and lover for you. Bela slaps him and gets up. She says I will see his betrayal brother killed. Vyom says not so soon. Vikrant pushes Juhi from the balcony. Bela looks at her. Vyom holds her face and says she is your sister. Vish is in the room and thinks of Vikrant’s betrayal and about killing ACP. She thinks I have done so much for Vikrant and gave many sacrifices, but he made me the way to reach Bela. She thinks I will not bear this and says now see what I can do. Vyom asks Bela what she will answer to Mahir and says he is coming? He says what you will say about Juhi. Mahir comes there and sees Vyom holding Bela as if he is kissing her, and asks what is happening. Vyom pushes her and asks what are you doing? He tells Mahir that he had a past with Bela. Mahir asks what nonsense? Vyom says Bela and I were in a relationship, but she did two timing with my brother and me, and ditched us, then she married you. He says I thought she got better, but today she brought me here with her charm, and tells that she knows about my childhood incident in Diwali. She didn’t tell you anything, and says I was mad about her and got trapped again. He says this girl is dangerous and tells that she traps guy even now. She loves someone, gets married to his brother and then ……Mahir gets angry on him and asks Bela to say. Bela says whatever I told you was rubbish and what he said just now is right. She says this is my truth. Mahir is shocked. Bela asks him to leave from there. Mahir asks her to answer, and asks are you happy? Bela thinks of Mahir and her secret code. He asks are you happy? Bela asks are you happy after listening this? Mahir says I am very happy. Bela says how can I be happy then. Mahir recalls their conversation and their secret code. Sajna song plays…..He recalls their moments. Bela is still crying. Vikrant thinks why Mahir is not going and thinks Bela shall insult him. Vyom acts blind and asks Bela if she didn’t go still. Mahir says ending the matter…Vyom says I know this is hard time to you and says you have to be mature, and says she is bad, even I loved her. He badmouths about Bela and says such girls shall be sold. Mahir holds his neck and gets angry. Bela thinks Mahir doesn’t know what Vyom can do and asks Mahir to leave Vyom. Mahir asks did you hear what he said. Bela says who are you to react and says I don’t want anyone to harm you. She says I said that whatever he said was right and asks him why are you getting angry. She asks him to take out anger on her and says we can sit and talk later. Mahir says I will talk to you later and asks Vyom why he didn’t tell me before? Vyom says you got married to her. Mahir says when your eyes were fine, you would have told me. He says when did you meet? Vyom says leave it, it is my mistake, I didn’t tell you as I don’t want you to get in awkward moment. Mahir says I will kill you, and asks Bela to come with him and tell everything. Bela says you can’t do this. Mahir asks Bela to come. Bela in low tone tells that she can’t go as her sister is in his captivity. Mahir in low tone asks her to come and says we will save your sister later. He takes Bela with him. Vikrant comes down and smiles. Vyom also smiles. Vikrant says Mahir took Bela with him and you are smiling. Vyom says I don’t understand why did Mahir take bela with him even though so much happened. Vikrant asks if they acted infront of us. Vyom says they must be acting. Vikrant says I didn’t understand then. Vyom says she fooled you before too. Mahir and bela go to side of cave. Bela tells that her sister is in danger. Mahir says I came to know just today that you have a sister. He says so many people are coming in our life with the agenda to trap Bela someway. He says don’t know how Shaan came and says Yuvi and Vyom are my brothers, and suddenly they changed. He asks her to tell what happened that Vyom is calling her ex-girlfriend. Bela says your all questions are valid…it is just that. Mahir says you don’t want to tell, I didn’t know what happened with your mum and sister. Bela asks do you trust me? Mahir says I shall ask you, don’t you trust you. He says I will stand with you always, as you are always my priority and can’t leave you. Bela asks why can’t you change your priorities. Mahir says I love you and will stand with you always even in darkness. He says trust me, I am with you till my death. Bela looks at him. They look at each other and have an eye lock. Song plays itr itr sa mere saanson me basja…..Mahir says lets go, my priority is you and says I will drop you outside and then save your sister from here. He is taking her outside. Vikrant says I came in Ruhi’s talks again, she ruined our planning. Vyom laughs and says I am vulture and flies around our victim. He says Bela got saved with my first conspiracy, but will not with my second conspiracy. Mahir asks bela if Vyom will believe their act. Bela sees vultures and acts. Vikrant asks Vyom why is he after Bela and says if she gets even a scratch then..Vyom says I will not leave her. Vikrant talks about their deal. Vyom says I know you will break the deal and will never give me naagmani. He says whatever I did was right, and says let that Bela die. He says when that Vultures kill her then it will be fun. Vikrant tries to become snake and attack him, but Vyom holds his neck and pushes him far. Vikrant faints. Vyom says what Bela will do now. Bela hits Mahir with the rod and makes him unconsciousness. Mahir falls down. She thinks I can’t fight with the vultures infront of Mahir. She comes to Vyom and asks where is Juhi? He says I kept your sister alive, even though you killed my brother. Vyom asks where is Mahir, did my vultures kill him or is he alive? Many vultures come there. Vyom says I understood everything, you brought me here so that my clan can’t come here. He says I am not mad. Bela asks him to ask her. Vyom says you don’t see your mistakes and says your sister trapped my brother and then….Bela says Kesha betrayed Juhi. Vyom says even you are lying to mahir. Bela says I am not like Kesha. Vyom says even if Mahir is alive, then I will kill him after I kill you. He says there is no snake here and it is impossible for you to get saved. Bela becomes half snake and fights with the vultures. Vyom asks her to accept defeat and says nobody will come to save you. He says you are all alone. Vish comes and says bela is not alone, I am with her. Vyom says you both will face us. Vikrant says not two, but three. He becomes half snake. Mahir gains consciousness and looks for Bela. Bela says we.. the naags are never alone. Vish says our naagrani is never alone. Bela, Vish and Vikrant fight with the vultures in half snake and half human form. Bela gets her pentagon snake heads while some mantras are played. Bela asks Vyom, why is he scared like a coward. She asks him to fight with her and says today we will see who wins. Vyom takes out knife and is about to throw at them, but Bela holds Vyom with her tail. She says it seems you don’t know that one shall not attack on back in war. She makes Vyom falls down. They hear Mahir calling Bela. Bela asks Vish and Vikrant that Mahir is coming. Vish and Vikrant hide. Mahir comes and finds Bela drowsy. He asks how are you? Bela says I just fainted and tells that Vyom left before she came there. She searches for Juhi and finds her. She tells Mahir that she is Juhi, her sister and says when you took me from here, I thought I will lost her, and says when I am with you, I feel strength in me. She says I feel you will make everything fine. She says I will answer to all your questions and will tell you story. She says I am going in my past and fighting….She says there were some people in my life in the past who returned after you came in my life. She says I will answer you later and asks for his help. Mahir says did I refuse you. Bela says lets take her home. They take Juhi from there. Vikrant and Vish come out from hiding. Vikrant says Vish. Vish says she is fed up of his stories and says now you shall go your way and I will go my way. She leaves from there. Vikrant stands upset. Mahir is lifting Juhi and take her to car. Bela asks why she is not opening her eyes. Mahir says she is fine and breathing and says they will show her to doctor. They sit in car. Mahir asks Bela to hold Juhi’s head high on her lap. Bela cleans Juhi’s face with savlon. Mahir says lets go to hospital. Bela says she is fine now, I have done her first aid, lets go home. Mahir says your mum is also in hospital. Bela says she is discharged and went home. Mahir tells that they will go to her house. Bela says she wants to take Juhi with her. Mahir asks her to relax and says your parents will take care of her. Bela thinks what to do, Maa was in jungle. She thinks what to do. Precap:Mahir asks Bela to ring the bell. Bela says they (parents) might be asleep. Just then her father (guru ji who helped Bela) opens the door. Vyom says you have killed my loved ones, this fight have become a war. Mahir asks bela about her mum. Bela says she is not here. Mahir says she is infront of me. bela turns and sees her mum standing. Vyom says I will win this war. Update Credit to: H Hasan

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[fightevilandthengetblownup]

ASOIAF AU Part II

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The queen dowager was excitedly awaiting for the start of the smaller court summons to be held that day, news from her eldest son was on the agenda and it had been too long since she’d last seen him. The last time she’d seen Prince Jackson was on the morning after his father’s funeral, departing back to the Citadel with a soft brush of lips on her cheek and a whispered promise that he’d find a way to avenge her beloved husband one day, when it was safe.

It had been the love and the fear for the previous King of the people that allowed her to keep her head and her first born both, the legitimization being rejected by Jackson when he was old enough to realise the looks his younger brother gave him and their father were only growing darker. If the people had not feared the old king so much, her life would have been fore fitted as the sun returned and her and the other maids had left the safety of their hide-away.

Gathering her skirts and brushing past the servants as they curtsied, Eleanor made for the throne room in record time, falling into place alongside her youngest son, Prince Ian, to the left of the dais. Of course King Jeffrey wasn’t there yet. He would likely show up late to purposefully slight any word from his brother and by extension the Citadel that he could.

Looking around the chambers, Eleanor notices the dark haired princess has only Lady Deja Tully beside her, both girls whispering to each other as they look around the room and rudely point out or nudge the other towards different people before dissolving into not entirely subtle laughter. Gripping Ian’s shoulder as he shifts boredly, the older woman follows their gaze to the Tully girl’s cousin standing beside the knight who had arrived with her and Jackson’s friend, Harry Rosby.

The acolyte caught her eye, and gave an awkward bow and gesture which Eleanor could not interpret  but would speak with him later regarding. The boy was young, but not overly so, and her son wrote of him fondly - that they were doing important work together and that Rosby would likely help him uncover the truth regarding the fabled Long Night and the magick of their realm. She never really believed in anything other than the Seven, and that the fables of wargs and greenspeakers and white walkers being just that - fables - but Jackson had always been curious about such things. Where as the rest of the children just wanted to know why they could not have a dragon like their ancestors.

Turning her attention to the two beside them, she noticed how out of place all three were compared to the other’s at court. Especially considering how long the young lady was and had been there so far, Eleanor would have to speak with her daughter about letting one of her ladies run around with their hair completely undone like a pauper and skirts that didn’t cover her shoes. The knight was just as out of place, however for the obvious wear of his clothes and armour compared side-by-side with the kingsguards patrolling through the room. 

Neither seemed to be speaking to the other, and obviously no love lost between them from the girl’s end on their travels together. The glances from both men though suggested possibly otherwise, the subtle shift of the knight’s stance whenever she moved and the confused looks he’d send her contrasted to the slightly frightened looks of the acolyte. Eleanor would have to speak to Harry Rosby about it, and ensure she wrote a question to her son to quiz him further for her - hopeful to help the girl adjust to court despite the scandal surrounding her mother and father, if only for her continued respect of Lord Lannister.

All three newcomers suddenly stiffened, ahead of the sound of the side door opening as the king finally arrived. Stomping into the throne room, hair disheveled and obviously furious to have to be there. Eleanor gripped her youngest’s shoulder tighter and pulled him back against her, as though she could hide him in her skirts from whatever the angry regent may do. Obviously he had been disturbed “at play”, and a quick surveying of the room suggested it may have been with Princess Shada’s lady-in-waiting Bela Waynwood; one of the least favoured of her daughter’s so called friends.

Turning her attention to her son, the queen dowager curtsied alongside the rest of the small court that was assembled as Jeffrey reclined into the throne, kicking a foot out in as relaxed a posture as the throne allowed. Eleanor knew how uncomfortable it was, from her and her husband’s youth where they enjoyed the piece for a set piece in their childlike fun. That now the possible reason her king-husband was no long upon it sat in his place made her heart hurt.

“Let’s get this over quickly, I have much more fun things to be doing.” Bemoaned the king, throwing an arm dramatically over his eyes before lifting it at the lack of laughter. The forced noise rose from majority of the crowd, those who knew the way court worked now and learned quickly, while others shifted uncertainly. “Where’s this bumbling learned fellow with some stupid nonsense about winter and whatever else droll things the Citadel deigns to tell us.”

Awkwardly, Harry Rosby shifted forward out of the crowd towards the lower steps, pulling out a scroll longer than most ravens could bring. Coughing again as he had been seen to do around the castle in the few days since his arrival, the man began speaking about the news from the Citadel regarding the likelihood of Winter within the next four years, the news from the Riverlands and Eastern areas, rumours of fleets from Essos planning to attack having come from fishermen on the coast, and various other bits of news that had the court as a whole chittering away for lengthy periods as he moved through his scrolls. Having a full description of news rather than what would fit on a ravens scroll was always an exciting time for those in court, aside from the king himself.

King Jeffrey the Gray was as uninterested as he had ever been, picking at his nails with an elaborate dagger rather than appearing to listen, causing the poor acolyte’s stories to be more drawn out and stammered than necessary. When that seemed to bore the king, he proceeded to survey the throne room and leer at any woman who met his eye to see who would back down.

As the news turned to a more personal account from the eldest brother, Jeffrey’s attention had returned to the man speaking to laugh cruelly at a well wishing from his brother to his reign, while the court murmured gently over the sentiments and news that the eldest Targaryen was progressing through his studies quickly and was working on his final ring despite only having left five years previously. Eleanor felt a rise of pride at that news, and shared a smile with her daughter and youngest son for their older brother’s successes, before frowning at a note that he was planning to return to court within the next month for the princess’ birthday celebrations. Jeffrey didn’t appear pleased by that news, but he seemed more interested in staring down the new Lannister girl as that information was delivered who didn’t appear to be playing the same game.

“Oh is he? Fantastic, isn’t that mother. The Bastard King will be back this month for our sweet sister’s name day.” Jeffrey sneered, looking over at his sister who was gossiping excitedly at the prospect with Deja Tully until his look stopped them. Glancing back over at his mother, the king sighed and jerked himself up from the throne in one swift move. “We shall welcome my /beloved/ brother back soon enough, for our lovely Princess comes of age for betrothal next year. And to celebrate, my darling sister shall name the celebration to begin the claims of her love and attention.” Approaching his sister and taking her hand, Eleanor sucked in a breath wondering just what his plan was to be and how his brother’s news had not induced more than simmering spite. He kissed the back of her hands, and laughed quietly at the blush on the princess’ cheeks. “I would strongly suggest a tourney of sorts, with so many /fine/ knights at court, my dear Shada. You’re sure to find a strong companion amongst those who will actually fight for you, or at the least weed out the weak, sister.”

At the nod from Shada, dark hair covering the way her blush was spreading down her neck and chest, the king nodded to the crowd. “You heard it, a great tourney for my sister’s maidenhead!” If the girl hadn’t been blushing before, she would have at that, as Eleanor felt her own face flush alongside many of the elders at court and the young women hiding their faces. “Send out the ravens and shut this stupid fool up, I’ve got better things to do.” Giving a final laugh, the king stalked out of the court the way he had come in, leaving his embarrassed sister amidst the chattering of the court as Eleanor sighed sadly. How she wished her husband had not left her to this mess.

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As the city began to be besieged by those coming for a chance at the princess’ hand, the training yards appeared to develop a new shadow - always present, and always there to clap and holler in an unladylike fashion at a great bout. Especially on the rare rounds when the tall, broad shouldered hedge knight would find himself the one bested.

The warm summer air was getting to some of the men entering the yard for the first time this season, arriving from the North or even the Riverlands and the Vale as the snows being slow to recede this year and with the cold winds still at the backs of travellers until crossing the Trident. These men made for an easy fight for those in the capitol who purely wanted to display their prowess without fear of losing. Ser William Baelish was not one of these, preferring to keep himself busy with drills unless out rightly challenged.

He had noticed the blonde shadow following him around not even a week after their arrival in Kings Landing. Obviously the rough-and-tumble attitude she displayed on the road translated even more poorly to the gentile requirements of a lady-in-waiting position. The cries and calls she made from the balcony or the alcoves around the yard made it even more clear, some of the words so unexpected from a court lady that all but the lowest of the knights, lords and guards at practice would find themselves fumbling in surprise. William couldn’t help but find it endearing in the strangest way and think that his sellsword father would like the girl’s fire.

“Is that how a lady from Lannisport talks these days? Here I thought they’d let a fishmen’s wife in with this caterwauling.” The call came from one of the men currently drilling against each other, the direwolf stitched into the upper arm of his jerkin identifying him as one of the new Northern arrivals. One of the two Stark brothers come to court that very morning. 

Laughter came from the blonde, as William slowed his swing and eventually sheathed his sword to move towards his gear against the wall near her. Joanna Lannister called back as she fluffed her skirts around her from her perch in the wall seat. “Well maybe I learnt it visiting you and your giant brother the year past. You Northerner’s do have such a way with words.” 

Reaching his shield proudly displaying the grey Titan head from his father’s homeland and wineskin carefully perched beside it filled with cool water, he could tell that the chance of trouble beginning had passed as he drank deeply. 

The younger Stark man approached the alcove, leaning on the stone beside the laughing girl to flick at a a fly away ribbon from her current red dress. “You know, milady, that I had nothing to do with your manners. You’d be as like to blame Dean and father than me.” Grinning conspiratorially, the tall, lanky man ran a hand through his hair, longer than his brothers by far, before adding, “If either of us was the bad influence, it would be you Joanna. Leading a youngster like myself astray and toying with my tender child-heart.”

Good natured teasing continued between the pair, almost as if they’d forgotten the blond knight sat beside the girl as he drank slowly from his wineskin and felt the sweat cooling on his skin as his exertion calmed. Shortly after the older brother found himself disarming his sparring partner, a knight from Dorne who scrambled to collect his daggers from the dusty ground as the Stark strode away to join his brother. The trio were obviously friends, and William recalled vaguely that the current Lord of Winterfell was one of the only high lords excluding the direct family who would allow the disgraced Lannister pair guest rights. /Obviously, a friendly face brings out a less.../ Glancing at the girl beside him, the knight saw a difference to the stubborn, mulish attitude from the road, or the withdrawn quiet of the court outside the dirty training yard. /Frustratingly headstrong side to her./

“How’s court treating you, maiden fair? Going to let one of us wolves have a dance at the next celebration, a ribbon at the tourney, or are you still looking for a hairy bear?” The future Lord of Winterfell, Dean Stark was more classically handsome and Northern than his brother, hair cut shorter than most with green eyes that shone with affection. The knight quickly dropped his gaze to his sheath as the other man caught his eye. “This one isn’t nearly so frightening as that hound trainer Clegane, Joanna.”

“I beg your pardon for listening, my lord.” The pleasantries roll off his tongue easily, almost bored as he put away his drink amongst his things. “Ser William Baelish, from the Fingers area. I’m afraid I’m not acquainted as well as may be, however I was charged with escorting Lady Joanna to the city by her Aunt and Uncle at Riverrun.”

“You were travelling to Kings Landing through Riverrun, little Joanna? Are you sure you weren’t coming up for a sneaky visit?” The younger Stark questioned, laughing loudly along with his brother at the blush upon the girl’s face as she wrinkled her nose in annoyance. “Father would have /loved/ to explain your absence to your grandfather. Or were you trying to make a home up North again? Not sure father would accept your proposal this time now you’re full grown, though at least it’s not because of his snowball abilities again!”

Giving both North men a steely look, the young woman stood huffily from her seat on the alcove with a loud swish of her silk skirts. “And I’d love to explain to your lord father why both his son’s have returned from court with no wives and no balls!” As the young lioness went to stalk away, she turned about and pinned the hedge knight with a glare and an arm held out defiantly. “If you would be so kind as to accompany me back into the keep, good ser, I’m afraid I am feeling light headed from such shocking accusations.”

He rose slowly from his spot, shrugging the shield back upon his shoulder, the knight looked a little uncomfortable as both other men continued to chuckle before he gave a short nod. Holding onto Joanna’s arm as she herded them both towards the main corridors of the Keep, he tried not to smile smugly at the thought that perhaps there were those that frustrated the girl as much as she did him. 

“So, my lady, are you feeling any better?” He asked gently as the pair made their way through and across the entry hall towards a set of corridors to the left of the main entry. William had not come through these doors before, the light pouring in from internal courtyards filling the space with a warm glow and the noise of servants and the ladies of the court talking and laughing floating through. His quarters were beside Acolyte Rosby, towards the right side of the main entrance and straight down stairs into the basements. It did not surprise him that the granddaughter of a great house and the Master of Whispers would be given such a beautiful space to stay while at court. “I gather you’re very well acquainted with the Stark’s?”

His companion gave a soft sigh, almost dancing out of the way of a gaggle of ladies passing them by, not once loosening her arm from his despite the rise in laughter once they’d passed. “Very. My father and their father were best friend’s in their youths despite the distance. And have remained so since then.” Joanna gave a gentle shrug as she glanced up at him. “After my mother’s passing, the Stark’s became as close to family as our family became not. Lord John was the greatest, strongest, most fair and loyal man in all the Seven Kingdoms to us when I was young.”

“And I gather your younger years found the so called Great Wolf of the North to be the love of your life, if his son’s are to be believed.” He was no fool, able to deduce from the teasing that the trio had many inside jokes and stories which he would never get a chance to understand with someone from such a house of the Stark’s or Lannister’s. William gave a deep sigh as he thought self-deprecatingly that he was better to become friends with those like Rosby or other new houses than aim at lofty relationships with someone like the Stark boys, or the young Lannister. “From the stories, I would not blame your tender heartedness - Lord Stark’s fame reaches all of his war time strategy and the purse winnings of his youth. Heard right, its that he would likely wipe the floor with all the knights and lords in the kingdoms if he were to compete a tourney again!”

The blush was back as the girl tried to laugh off the question, spinning a tale the rest of their walk about a fierce battle the winter before last when her and her father had been snowed in at the keep of Winterfell for the season. The sun had broken through the clouds for four days that winter, and the children had played outside the walls for the first time in months. Both Stark boys, despite the four year age difference between herself and the eldest and her being one year up on the younger, had declared themselves rulers of their own snow banks. Each building a snow shelter facing each other and not allowing the young lady to join either team. As Joanna would share it, the Lord Stark had come upon the game and built her a massive snow defense all her own and taught her how to throw snow balls with deadly precision, much to her own father’s amusement.

Approaching the doors to her grandfather’s wing, where Joanna was staying with her family rather than the other ladies-in-waiting at the Keep, William gave a hearty laugh at the end of the tale before releasing her arm. “Well now, Lady Joanna. If only you had shared such tales on our own journey together, perhaps it would not have been so bad. Though it is a shame to have caused you to separate from your one true love.” There was a twinkle in his eye and more than a hint of teasing in his tone as the girl laughed back at him.

“It is so dreadfully rude that you did, however maybe you will accompany me somewhere else one day and I shan’t have to try to run away from you that time. If you’re heading back to the capitol after finishing with Rosby, I might just try to beg you steal me away back to Lannisport.” The blonde woman gave a laugh, though it was obvious she was only partially joking, as though the idea had just crossed her mind. “Or to Winterfell, or Riverrun, or anywhere really. Where are you from, isn’t it small and out of the way? That might be perfect.”

William held back from rolling his eyes, but only just, as he shook his head and raised her hand to his lips genteelly as he sent her into her grandfather’s rooms. He would be coming back to Kings Landing, but he doubted he wanted to start a kingdom wide search for the pair of them by kidnapping the woman by her will. Perhaps she will be released from her tasks, or have decided she loves the capitol after all. /Maybe she’ll find someone else to steal her off, or someone to make her stay,/ he thought to himself as he headed back towards the bath houses for the local knights and guards. /Or maybe I just won’t come back this way./

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The light filtered into the room gently from the courtyard through privacy screens, only erected on the days the small council would meet - signifying anyone who entered the bright yard to turn about again or pass through quickly and quietly, without stalling.

Around the table, all but one of the seven waited upon their king to arrive. He was never one for punctuality. Wine was poured into each glass silently by a single servant, who communicated through grunts or gargled noises as his burnt stump of a tongue would bob. It honestly disgusted her. Tipping back her glass, filled almost to the brim with the sweet wines from her warm home kingdom, Ruby Martell gave an exasperated sigh.

“How much longer do we wait before getting on with this? It’s not as if the king cares what we decide to do with the laws other than to say they don’t apply to him.” The dark haired beauty rolled her shoulders as she exchanged a nod with the master of whispers across from her. “I could do my part from my chambers, without even rising from my sheets.”

“Or from Lilith Sand.” The master of coin quipped, drinking his fill as well as a dark eyebrow quirked up at her. Ruby and Crowley Darklyn were a pair of a feather, both climbing from lowly positions in their families to sit on the small council of the new king. If only for his desire to have those who can do their job and his around him, for more time indulging himself. “But I believe I heard she’d left for Dorne again, isn’t that right, Lord Anthony.”

The blond man made a cough, hiding himself in his papers to avoid answering any looks around the table. His lips never opened until the king arrived, the whole table knew that, and if he never arrived - the Lannister man’s mouth would remain shut. It had been how he had remained the master of whispers since he was barely thirty years of age, onto his third king.

“Perhaps it is true, though its more to be said than your sheets, Lord Darklyn. All you go to sleep at night with is those coin charts.” Ruby let out a simple bark of laughter as she reclined into her hair, preparing for a long wait for the king.

The Lord Commander Victor of Qarth leaned forward from where he stood behind his usual chair, hands grasped on the back of the chair. “Our leige was due to finish with his most recent...games very shortly. Though I’m loath to admit he might have found something to delay him.” His voice was gruffer than usual, disgust evident as he considered the preferred pastimes of their newest king. Ruby had a hundred gold dragons with Crowley as to whether he would quit and lose face or be killed for insubordination. The look on his face suggested she would win either way with his death soon enough.

“Be glad that may be the case, Commander, as the crowds are pouring in for this latest plan of his which will certainly make your job harder.” Michael Bolton the Bloody quipped back, his infamous dagger picking underneath his fingernails at dirt or grime or blood was anyone’s guess. The Hand of The King had been the first change to the small council with their new king, bringing in his older and fearless friend from the North. King Jeffrey and Ser Michael Bolton made an odd pair due to the separation of ages, but the older Northern man was possibly as blood thirsty as the king himself. The only difference between the two being that the Bolton man liked those he bled out to have a weapon in their hand, rather than a space between their legs. “All of these new arrivals to court, and so many new /ladies/ around to catch our leige’s eye. Though I’ve heard he hasn’t approached the fairest flower to join the castle yet, Lord Lannister, to your benefit.”

“If the king decided his interests lay there, Ser Bolton, then our Lord Commander would definitely find himself with his hands full in service of protecting our king.” Anthony Lannister’s comment shocked all of those around the table, including the light haired woman sat beside him. There was no love lost between himself and Meg Blacktyde, as the Iron Islands had always been found targetting Lannister ships. That the master of ships was from the Islands had caused tensions around the council table the last ten years. “It appears our good lord is not joining us this afternoon, and with that I am returning to my own chambers for some peace and quiet before this godsforsaken tourney begins. And I recommend you all do the same.”

As the eldest of the table departed, those with more pressing jobs such as the Hand and Lord Commander made their own swift exits, leaving the room quiet in their wake.

“Anyone know who is going to replace Grand Maester Castiel once he finally passes from the Greywater fever?” Meg Blacktyde asked quietly, the seventh chair having remained empty for several months.

Both Crowley and Ruby exchanged a look at the thought, before she finally decided to speak up. “The king’s brother is due to arrival from the Citadel within the month. And his arrival was confirmed prior to this tourney began..” Taking a long drink from her cup, she finished the last before setting it back in it’s place. “Perhaps our king will begin coming to these meetings more often after all.”

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