Snippet #1977242

Winnfell Palace, Arva

Olaf frowned slightly as a messenger was finally leading him to the suite that James was awaiting him. He had become very impatient as time progressed and rumors spread like wildfire throughout the palace, though he did not show it. Years of fighting and dealing with the necessary evils of Court politics had taught him patience, but inwardly, he was quite perplexed. Ser Rivera was a traitor and plotting with her father to overthrow the Royal Family? That thought seemed ridiculous, in his opinion. She had been raised with the Royal Family and was quite attached to Prince Lelinus if he remembered correctly. Her behavior in her trial, however, had assured the Privy Council of her guilt, however, but then, she had somehow escaped. Personally, Olaf believed she had acted like any impertinent youth would upon being accused of treason by a close friend, but that had certainly not helped her.

When he reached James, he gave him a short bow and gave him a weary smile, "Being King is a tough task, Your Majesty. Personally, I would have executed the Luxorian ambassador and settled the dispute between Ser Rivera and Lady Huor through a trial through combat, but that is the custom of Dawnsea and the North. It is your misfortune that you your customs demand you kowtow to petty niceties."

He shook his head, giving the King a hard, but contemplative look. He gestured at the Luxorian, "Beware of parasites, your Majesty. They will suck you dry."

Ghost's Past

Lelinus notched an arrow, eying the figures in the fog. There were five of them and they looked well-armored. He quickly took aim at the one furthest away from him, aiming for its neck. With a cold glare, he let loose the arrow before notching another one, not waiting to see if he managed to hit iit. The figures were moving now, and he took aim again, loosing one at the kneecap of the one to the right. He smiled in satisfaction and was about to notch another arrow when he was interrupted.

"Lady and Duke Huor have just arrived. Lady Huor is requesting your presence!"

Leo frowned, eying the dummies fluttering in the breeze, held aloft by ropes on a sort of training contraption that the archers stationed in Castle used. He had finally finished with his paperwork and was adapting his aim to compensate for the fog in swamp when this unwelcome piece of news reached him. Curse Christine Huor and her scheming. If she thought she could enter his domain at anytime she pleased, then she had another thing coming.

"Tell her I will receive her in the library and ask her if she's spoke with her real father lately," Leo stated heading back towards the Castle.