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The hour for judgement has arrived. While at dinner, the lords and ladies of the Vitello family were surprised by the sudden appearance of the free folk. A few knights protect them, but they are of no match for the impending army, and King Holden asks them to lay down their arms in the remaining hope that peace can still be discussed with the free folk. Instead of killing the family, the wildlings take them to the throne room. What do the knights think of the uncertainty that lies before them? What do the lords and ladies believe will become of them all? Gathered together with others that had been present in the Keep, they remain in the throne room to await their fates. Under the threat of death, it is now that the rest of the world learns who they really are.
“We rise up
And we fall down
Only to rise again.”
SELF PARA: And what do we say to Death? Not today.
Despite knowing of his family’s plans, Thane had never thought that he would have to be involved in the niceties that followed such alliances. And yet he had found himself at the dinner table making small talking and trying his best not to make it seem obvious that he’d rather be seeking solace in the library than surrounded by people he still wasn’t sure his family should be trusting. But it was his father’s will and Eva seemed happy enough with it, so as ever he would be there to support them in whatever it brought.
Though finding himself weaponless and surrounde hadn’t perhaps been what he’d expected.
The wildlings had taken him by surprise but the biggest surprise of all was being asked to lay down his sword. That had been met by reluctance where he usually followed orders so well. The sword was a part of him, an extension of his very arm. Another limb and he felt bare and more than a little defenceless without it. His fingers itched to wrap themselves around its hilt or maybe it was his palm longing to at least rest on the pommel. Perhaps it should have struck him as odd that something that caused such devastation would bring him such peace and calm but then it had been in his grasp since he was big enough to hold it. Some children would have had blankets or their favourite toy but he had his sword.
Still, it had been put aside as he followed the orders of his king and looked for a sign of confirmation from either of his parent. Slowly he’d moved to position himself by Eva. His sister was a capable woman but he wasn’t about to let any of those wildlings near her as they were moved through corridors. The walk seemed to take longer than it ever had before.
Now he found himself in the throne room, still wishing that he was elsewhere but for a completely different reason. There was too much uncertainty for his liking and for to much fear cloying the air. But he remained seemingly unmoved by it all, gaze hovering over the wildlings with nothing short of indifference.
That would be quick to change, of course, if any of them were to take a step closer to his family.
The Argos were many things, Thane was more than aware of the weight that his name carried. He was the Bringer of Death, a title he’d long since accepted. He doubted that that name would do him any favours in this situation.
All he could do was wait and he had always been a patient man.
Never quick to do anything or make rash decisions. He could wait. He would wait. Their fates would soon become clear enough and that would be the time that he would act. There would be no deaths in House Argo today if he had his way.
