Cedric Boleyn

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Name: Cedric Boleyn  - (Jonas Armstrong) - from Robin Hood (BBC)

Age: (26)  

Relationships: (interest:) Katheryne Miller, (best friend:) Guinevere Fontaine, (cousin:) Godfrey LeFey, (fellow resistance members:) Katheryne “Kate” Miller, Rosaline l’Archer, Alaric de Montfort

Description: Cedric is Alaric’s right hand man. He’s someone who knows how to give orders, as well as how to follow them. Trustworthy, quick on his feet, and deadly with a bow and arrow, Cedric is invaluable to Alaric. Cedric is known for being something of a flirt, but he only truly cares for Katheryne Miller and has proposed to her several times. While half the time he says so as if in jest, he couldn’t be more sincere.

TAKEN BY KATE AA.

Full Name:  Cedric “Ced/Ric/You There” Boleyn

Age/Birthday:  26

Class/Occupation:  Rebel

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Relationships:  Godfrey LeFey (cousin), Guinevere Fontaine (best friend), Alaric de Montford (leader), Katherine Miller (interest), Roran DeGrey (future friend)

Why are they participating in (premise/event)?  One of Cedric’s earliest memories is of the Dragon

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Portrayal:  Jonas Armstrong

Character:  Cedric Boleyn

Age:  26

Occupation:  Rebel/Archer, Second-in-Command, the Resistance

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Portrayal:  Jonas Armstrong

Neither Cedric nor his cousin, Godfrey, were raised to great wealth.  Rather, they lived lives as peasants.  Cedric lived in relative ease for his first eleven years, but things quickly turned sour when the new queen came to power.

As taxes grew more harsh and war ravaged the countryside, dead crops and lack of coin took their toll.  Cedric’s mother, who was never very strong, took ill.  Unable to pay for treatments, or even feed her properly, she slowly and painfully passed away, leaving her husband son to make it on their own.

His mother had always been the kindest of women, a pillar of hope for her entire community.  His father solid and dependable, a responsible farmer and a pillar another kind.  He raised his son with affection and justice – firm but loving.  When Cedric was seventeen, his father passed as well.

As a lad, Cedric was carefree, but he still remembers and night sky lit by flame as the Dragon Rider’s made their final stand far above.

Characters name:  Cedric Boleyn

Age:  26

Occupation (if any):  Rebel/Archer

History/Family Information: Cedric was eleven years old, on a trip visiting his LeFey relatives in another part of Aragoth, when he watched the sky catch fire.  Scarlet and gold flames snaked in huge ribbons across the blue, raging through the day and lighting the night.  It was the Dragon Riders’ last stand.  Swords, bodies, armor crashed to earth all around them, the lifeless corpses of huge dragons crushing homes and shops.  The village caught fire, the healers rushing this way and that in a desperate attempt to save expiring lives.  All sought sanctuary, shelter, but nowhere was truly safe as the sky caught fire bursting alive in a display of unspeakable horror.  

Up to that point, Cedric’s life had been rather typical, supposedly a nondescript peasant amidst a sea of nondescript peasants.  Growing up in the rather prosperous region of the Lords de Montforts’ lands, they wanted for little.  They used to have mock tournaments, Cedric wearing Kate’s favor, and almost always the champion with the bow, but also not bad with the sword – the reward: a kiss on the cheek from a certain girl.  One of his closest childhood friends was a lovely girl by the name of Katheryne Miller, a girl he always called Kate.  As children, they were always part of the same circle of friends and it seemed Kate was eternally pulling him out of some mischief or another, or else he was dragging her into it – one of his greatest delights.  As they grew older, however, Cedric began to realize his feelings for Kate were unlike his feelings for anyone else at all: he was in love with her.

What might have been an idyllic romance (amongst other things), was interrupted by the seizure of power by Rowena Godiva in the far-off Imperial City and by the war that followed.  Rowena and her forces first laid waste to the force that had protected Aragoth for centuries: the Dragon Riders, pursuing and murdering every last one and even going so far as to confiscate or destroy every dragon egg held in the Hall of the Dragon Riders.  Every regular soldier who stood up to the new Queen was put to the sword and any townsperson who raised a hand or even spoke against her was hanged on the city walls, their bodies left to rot where all could see.  Even their good and kind lord, Alaric de Montfort, was branded a traitor and, had he not made a miraculous escape, would have been put to death.

Cedric was eleven when his world was engulfed in fear.  For the safety of his family and friends, nothing could be done.  His own uncle was seized and slaughtered for grumbling against the war, itself, and Cedric’s father had his tongue ripped out for protesting in his brother’s favor.

As taxes grew more harsh and war ravaged the countryside, dead crops and lack of coin took their toll.  Cedric’s mother, who was never very strong, took ill.  Unable to pay for treatments, or even feed her properly, she slowly and painfully passed away, leaving her husband son to make it on their own.  His mother had always been the kindest of women, a pillar of hope for her entire community.  His father solid and dependable, a responsible farmer and a pillar of another kind.  He raised his son with affection and justice – firm but loving.  When Cedric was seventeen, his father passed as well, leaving him all but alone in the world.

Cedric had always been the one to try and cheer his parents up, even to their last days; he’d been the one to tell them of a better future – but he’d never felt able to work towards that.  If he did anything, he knew, his family would pay the price.  But with them gone, he saw it as his chance to finally work for hope in a wretched world.  He was always trying to help his friends buck up and tell them with optimism about a better future.  He was also – unfortunately – a bit of a rebel rouser.  Whenever he could, he’d remind people of how much better it had been before the Queen – how much better it might be, now, if they did something about it.  Cedric was one of the few who had witnessed the last stand of the Dragon Riders, standing outside watching the fires rage across the heavens, and when he’d returned home, it was to a village suppressed and troubled.  The road home had been filled with dangers and it seemed in one night, the world had transformed beyond all recognition.  The recollection of that night was forever emblazoned on Cedric’s mind, written in his memory as if by a permanent afterglow.

Cedric took to secretly speaking in hushed tones with a group of his friends, telling them of the peaceful ways they could help change their world: with kindness and determination, he was sure, it could be done.  He continued his skill with the bow, often using them to creep into the queenswood and kill the queen’s deer, which he would bring back to help feed his village, just as he’d done to feed his mother in her last months.  Between these two acts, Cedric began to develop more and more of a following, his village starting to give a quiet, peaceful resistance to the queen’s harsh rule.

It did not take long for these measures to be noted by the local authorities, who began investigating the root of this.  A “dangerous rebel” called Alaric de Montfort had been traveling through the area, it was believed, and they began to suspect that someone in the area was giving him sanctuary, since certainly such dangerous ideas couldn’t spring up without prompting.  They began scouting for anyone sneaking in and out of town, or any gatherings of large groups of people.  Overhearing this from soldiers while selling bread, Kate Miller knew Cedric fit both descriptions and hurried to warn him.  Cedric warned those who had followed him and, at Kate’s behest, took to the woods, just in time, but not before asking Kate to marry him in earnest, for the first time.  Unfortunately, Kate believed he was joking and refused; fortunately, he managed to pull off his escape just in the nick of time.

Ousted and on the run, seventeen year old Cedric set up camp in the queenswood.  Quick and agile, he formed a bizarre system of climbing trees or leaping into caverns or lakes to avoid potential captors and feeding on the queen’s deer, himself.  He continued to share his bounty with his village, however, leaving them offerings and protecting any who might have reason to disappear, helping them along their way.  He wasn’t just going to become a hermit and disappear – Cedric had sworn he’d make a difference.  He meant to keep his word.  A peaceful resistance had profited them nothing: it was merely time to change tactics.

When word from the village reached Cedric that their true lord, Alaric de Montfort, had been caught by the queen’s men in the area and was set to be executed, Cedric made a rather brash move.  Making use of both his keen archery skills and his agility, he crept into the prison where Alaric was being held and broke him out.  If one patrol had sought out Cedric Boleyn during the time of his escape, at least a hundred were unleashed to seek out Alaric de Montfort.  Cedric’s little tricks were not enough to keep them safe as the two men fled for safety.  Between the two of them, they were able to invent ingenious devices for escape and protection.  Alaric was an unparalleled swordsman, good in hand-to-hand combat and Cedric was a skilled marksman, good at a distance.  Between the two of them, they made quite the team – and between the two of them, they were able to attract more and more to their cause.  Nine years later, the Resistance has gained a number of new members and has caused the Queen some considerable difficulty.  At last, Cedric is making the difference he always knew he must.

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Romantic Life:  Cedric may be a flirt, but all his life he has only ever loved one.  Cedric will never stop trying for her heart, but that doesn’t seem to prevent him from breaking others.  It is certainly not his intention to cause anyone pain, at all, but Cedric can be quite charming when he wishes to be and he has a love of seeing others smile – and of flirting.  The two traits, married, form a rather treacherous snare.  Cedric may mean nothing by it, but he is bad at expressing this sentiment and, sadly, no woman has yet been able to read his mind.  The truth is, there is a very particular impediment in the form of Katheryne Miller. If she would have him, Cedric would marry her in an instant, but he knows good and well that Kate has her heart set on the poet Lysander Stafford, and seeing her happy is Cedric’s fondest desire.  Still, this does not prevent him from proposing to the beauty every chance he gets.  Tragically for him, Kate seems to believe all his love is merely a jest.

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 Jonas Armstrong

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I Can’t Explain | Cedric & Arthur

“Roran!” hissed Cedric, creeping through the thickets all around Fain.  Cedric had seen Roran heading this way, but just as he darted around the castle, Cedric had lost sight of him.  The boy was from Dorwine, and before that the wilds of gods-knew-where Aragoth.  Cedric could only guess he had no idea that he was strolling right onto the grounds of the Queen’s own cousin.

While Cedric wasn’t generally one for much worry, even he didn’t particularly delight in the notion of their one and only dragon-and-rider pairing might get itself killed because Roran waltzed into enemy territory unawares.  Roran and Arya, after all, were the resistance’s best hope.

Doing his utmost to flit by concealed, even Cedric knew he wasn’t doing a terribly good job.  He could creep around Dorwine or Fontaine as if he were born to it but...the fact was, he had been born to it in a sense: doing it his whole life.  He’d never once had occasion to visit Fain before today.

“Roran!” he hissed again, turning a corner...just in time to come face-to-face with Arthur Arrington.  He knew the face well enough, by now, from the many close encounters he’d had sneaking away from him at Fontaine.  Now, standing two feet away from Arthur Arrington in the midst of his own knot garden, it was harder to find a legitimate recovery.

“Good afternoon, Lord Arrington,” said Cedric, sweeping a bow.  This was not shaping up to be an ideal week for Cedric.

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CEDRIC BOLEYN / jonas armstrong

♦ Age: (27) ♦ Relationships: Katheryne “Kate” Miller (interest), Guinevere Fontaine (best friend), Alaric de Montfort, Roseline “Rose” l’Archer, Charles DeGrey, Roran DeGrey (fellow resistance members)  ♦ Description: Cedric is Alaric’s right hand. He was the first member Alaric recruited to the resistance and he’s been with him ever since. He’s someone who knows how to give orders, as well as how to follow them. Trustworthy, quick on his feet, and deadly with a bow and arrow, Cedric is invaluable to Alaric. Cedric is known for being something of a flirt, but he only truly cares for Katheryne Miller and has proposed to her several times. While half the time he says so as if in jest, he couldn’t be more sincere.  TAKEN BY KATE AA.

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You Frightened Me | Cedric & Kate

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"Idid not ‘throw myself heedlessly into your arms’, I was frightened by someone who was very intent on distractingme as I now have come to learn, and stumbled upon a branch. You just happenedto be in my way!” Kate replied with a teasing tone of her own, gently nudging Cedric with her shoulder as she fell into step beside him. (Quite the feat in of itself as the young man was easily close to a foot taller than she.) "As for any other men who may come upon me in the woods, I have learned from a self-proclaimed master how to defend myself." She grinned up at him, wrinkling her nose slightly. "Armed with a branch or not, I am quite certain I could defend against any true ruffians. For you say you’re quite the wanted bandit, and perhaps I have seen as such with a drawing of your face plastered upon the board…" Kate paused in her speech, giving herself a moment to exaggeratedly examine Cedric from head to toe, rubbing gently at a spot of dirt on his shoulder. "But beside your dirty appearance and rough manner of approaching a lady, I cannot seem to place you as the hardened criminal you are painted to be. So perhaps, for this moment, I am safe wandering the dark and terrible woods."

Yet as soon as Cedric once again asked her to be his wife, Kate could not help the laughter that poured from her mouth. “Ah yes, I was wondering if you would set a new record for yourself of waiting to ask me.”

They’d been playing this game for years now. Cedric always loved to tease and joke that perhaps she should simply marry him in order to drive away the droves of young men in the village that came with sighs and soft words to her bakery every day. Perhaps it didn’t help that Kate had such a soft heart of her own that she was never quite adept at turning them away—too fearful of breaking their spirits for wooing someone more suitable—but to marry Cedric? Her dearest friend, who certainly must care for someone else much moreso than they cared for each other? It had always been a lark.

After all, hadn’t she seen him time after time, flirting with every young maid that crossed his path? All mirth and gaiety, gifting them with those bright smiles which, in her youth, Kate had mistaken for something Cedric only ever offered to her and her alone.

She had learned better since then.

"Though I will admit that the offer of half a bed of leaves and an entire cave full of moss and damp and strange, terrible creatures that will certainly devour me in my sleep is a most tempting offer." Kate raised an eyebrow at Cedric as she mimicked the soft grins she was so used to seeing grace his lips. "Much better than your last of a patch of dirt to sleep upon and the open sky. You’ve offered a roof this time in the very least, which is preferable to any wife-to-be. And yet, it breaks my dear heart to say this, but I cannot marry you, my love." The girl pouted exaggeratedly, reaching up to place a hand upon his cheek and give a ragged sigh as if her world truly was falling apart.

"For how could I ever let a lord of the forests marry so far below your station? I am merely a peasant girl, peddling her bread to any who need nourishment, while you command such grand oaks and mighty stags." She copied Cedric’s grand gesture, attempting to encompass the entire forest with a sweep of her arm. "Someone as grand as yourself, my liege, deserves to be wed to a princess, or perhaps even a nymph of the wood! What a fancy that would be!" Yet even as Kate laughed, for a moment she fell quiet, allowing her thumb to gently trace the curve of Cedric’s jaw. "And truly, what use would you have for a timid wife who sits at home and bakes bread and pies for the rest of her days, never wishing to venture beyond the village square? You have adventure and spirit running through every piece of you, Cedric Boleyn. I would not make you a fit companion. But I appreciate the sentiment, all the same."

Kate’s hand dropped heavily from Cedric’s face, her gaze following it to look at the ground, nudging a pebble with the toe of her boot. She was not sure where such a speech had come from. Usually she so easily laughed away his silly mockeries of confessions of love. Perhaps it was her worries of the Queen’s soldiers having been sighted so close to the village. There had been no raids as of yet, but still Kate felt a flash of fear at every whisper of their coming. For she could no sooner deliver a message to the Rebellion than save them all herself before they could be set upon.

And that was something Katheryne could never abide.

"If anything, my dear Cedric, you shall never be predictable a day in your life." She said finally after he covered the awkward silence with more of his ramblings. (A trait Kate often found herself very thankful he possessed.) "Whether or not you appeared upon my doorstep at the same time every morning, I’m sure you would find new and inventive ways to do so each time, in order to properly frighten me out of my boots." A sly grin slid over Kate’s lips, raising an eyebrow at Cedric and brushing hair over her shoulder. "Perhaps even in a vain attempt to sweep me off my feet and steal my heart away, as you have so eloquently confessed to desiring? A fool task, indeed, but I cannot fault you for trying."

Kate still laughed brightly though, rolling her eyes at Cedric when he began to muse at what the others would think of her showing preferential treatment to him. (Though I’m sure if asked, they would all agree that such a fate has already come to pass.) "Come to my senses, what nonsense. Perhaps half the camp falls over themselves at your feat, my dear Cedric, but it is merely because they know so little of your true nature. If they came to my cause it would merely be to protect an innocent young woman from your devilish ways." She winked up at the boy, a wide grin spreading over her soft lips. Yet, as Cedric continued, the expression softened, something like concern falling over her features as she paused in their walk to turn to Cedric. There was something in his tone that suggested this was a very serious topic for him behind all of the mirth and laughter.

And Cedric taking a moment to be serious was certainly something to mark one’s attention.

"You know you shall always be my champion in all things, Cedric, don’t you?" Kate said quietly, pressing a hand over his that was still unladen with her basket. "Ever since we were children, you’ve been so kind and generous a friend to me, I could not imagine a better man to wish for as my protector."

Though perhaps she did not take quite the same meaning to his question that Cedric did, it was true that there was no one she could foresee protecting and caring for her as well as Cedric ever had. After all, who else had wiped her tears when her parents had been taken by the queen to meet untimely ends, knowing full well that by coming to her he was risking his own head? Who else had always known just how to make her laugh with even just the smallest of glances? Who else was always at her side the moment she needed him? Truly, Katheryne knew she had been smiled upon by The Creator the moment that Cedric Boleyn’s path crossed her own. She only hoped he was not insinuating that their lives should part at any moment… A strange ache spread through Kate’s chest at the thought, though she quickly pushed it away for its strangeness. Nonsense, Kate, he would not run so easily from his men. Don’t be silly. She thought to herself before allowing her fingers to squeeze gently over his. He would never leave them, just as he certainly would never leave you.

"Others may wish to garner my favor, but why should I heed them when I’ve such a determined companion in yourself, hmm?" Kate teased, trying to lighten the moment in any way possible. It was hard to see Cedric even the slightest bit out of his usual self. "You’ve collected how many of my ribbons over the years now? Certainly enough to decorate a hundred Maypoles. No one could even hope to match you in the quest for the status of my champion. Never fear that you shall ever lose your place in my heart." With that, Kate pushed herself up onto her toes, brushing a gentle kiss upon Cedric’s cheek.

"But come now, such a serious topic does not suit jesters such as you and I." She gently patted his chest, pulling him back into motion once more. "Tell me more about your latest adventures since I have last seen you. How are the men faring? Has Alaric died from exasperation at all your little games yet? Certainly seemed as if he may invariably crumble away to nothingness if you continue on as you have been, without alternate distractions, of course."

"Where is this wretched villain!" exclaimed Cedric, eyes twinkling as she described his actions in frightening her.  "I shall knock his vile head from his shoulders, only say the word!  Good thing, indeed, that I did happen to be in your way to guard you from such a threat.  No doubt the blackguard meant to make off with you and with your baking.  Little does he know, he would in so doing unleash the army de Montford to tear him down!" he added, fiercely, grinning brightly and brandishing an imaginary sword (despite being an archer).  The intimidating force of which he spoke, of course, comprised only himself, Alaric, and Rose, which only caused him to grin the brighter for knowing it.

"That you have," remarked Cedric, approvingly.  "But I daresay you'd be hard pressed to find an aggressor smaller than yourself and might even so be overwhelmed.  I shall 

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Dark Skies | Cedric & Roran

Lying on his back in his cleverly disguised half-cave, half-tent, Cedric opened one eye.  He could hear someone creeping about, crunching through the forest floor.  Slipping his fingers out, they closed around his bow, his quiver.  Cedric pulled them towards him as stealthily as possible and scanned his surroundings with his one open eye.  Seeing nothing, he creeped into a crouch.  The footsteps were approaching his own tent and, nocking an arrow to his bow, Cedric drew a deep breath...and pounced.

Turning the corner quickly, he held his weapon ready to fling an arrow at the intruder...only to come face-to-face with Roran DeGrey and his dragon.  Heart-pounding, Cedric suppressed a curse.  Shaking his head, he carefully unstrung his arrow, replacing it in his quiver.  

“By all the gods,” he hissed.  “What do you mean creeping about like some blasted thief at all hours?  I might’ve shot you, you know!  Aragoth’s last best hope, indeed,” he added, cocking a brow, half-horrified at himself, half-bemused.  He might have known.  

“What’re you about, anyway?” he added, skeptically, regarding both dragon and rider.  Whenever they were about, and Charles was not, it generally spelled no good...which was usually where Cedric became involved.  Between them, they’d gotten up to many misadventures and Cedric was not about to let this morning’s little scare get in the way of that.  “Something worth the excitement, I hope,” he added with a lopsided grin.

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Dawn | Kateric

Fallen leaves crunched underfoot as Cedric trudged towards town.  The faintest blush of morning cast white light through the filtering trees.  He listened to the twittering of the birds high above him, the rustle of other creatures nearby, and walked on.

He’d awakened early that morning, before first light - he’d hardly slept at all, really - and all he could think was that, soon, by the time he reached town, Kate would be stirring.  He pictured her in his mind’s eye, coaxing a fire in the ovens to life, sorting through the ingredients to make dough, tying the apron around herself.  He pictured her as she must be, now, either just awakening, her eyes fluttering open, or lying abed sleeplessly as he’d done.  Perhaps she was already up, arranging flowers or sweeping or taking a brisk walk like he, himself, was doing.  Perhaps she was off to pick berries for her exquisite creations or watering her plants or feeding chickens.  Or perhaps she was getting dressed...

Cedric crashed into a thicket, half-tripping.  Rubbing his shin ruefully, he laughed.  Served him right, he supposed, for the direction in which his thoughts were heading.  Bounding over a protruding rock, he landed and continued onward.  Already he could hear the chatter of voices and, accordingly, veered towards the wood, so as not to draw too much attraction by crashing directly into town out of the woods.  As he emerged onto the dirt path, he brushed some leaves off himself and set to whistling a merry tune.  So long as he was with Kate, or heading in her direction, he was happy.

As the path emerged into the village, Cedric cracked a grin at the sight of Kate’s house, merrily spouting smoke from its chimney.  Approaching the door, he paused, suddenly and unaccountably shy.  But, gods, what did it matter?  He was about to see her after what felt like nearly two years, and he was happy.  Cedric knocked.

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Strong Mountain | Cedric & Alaric

Cedric watched Kate walk away with the half-winsome grin that always seemed to suffuse his features when he was thinking of her.  He felt light, he felt half-sick, half-foolish, he felt happy, and lucky.  He felt so lucky.  He was stirred from this happy reverie by the sound of someone approaching.  Turning around, he smiled towards Alaric.  It was the worst kept secret in the resistance that Cedric was in love with Kate, but he still liked to maintain the illusion that it was a secret.

“I worry some beast will beset her,” he said, gesturing vaguely towards Kate’s retreating back, as though that were the reason he was watching her walk away, the reason he always met her coming and going.  

Clearing his throat, he approached Alaric.  Hoping not to dwell on the subject at hand, lest he should let more information slip than he wished to say, he decided to bring up the rebellion, itself.  “I fear the future, what with the Fontaines being sent off.  I fear for them and I fear what it will mean for the resistance.  We won’t have any eyes or ears in the court or around the Queen, herself, anymore.”  

Things would get much harder.  Cedric had no illusions of things being any other way.  Of course, Guin could still write letters and direct them to Kate or Rose, who could disperse them to those living in the woods, but still...And even beyond these personal concerns, what of the foot up the fledging resistance was already loosing?  Cedric didn’t despair: he firmly believed that given enough raw nerve and a little key knowledge, Rowena could be overthrown, but he acknowledged this would be a delay and difficulty.  The longer this took, the worse for them all, the worse for Aragoth.

“You were a part of the King’s council once,” he began softly.  “Is there anyone you knew there whom we might trust?”

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Farewell Fontaine | Cedric & Guinevere

Cedric scrambled up the ivy trail, as he was all too used to doing.  Clambering up stone after stone, he hauled himself to the open window, rolling into Fontaine unceremoniously.  The past weeks had been full of tribulation but now, with the death Jon Valles not twenty-four hours after the death of Guinevere’s father, things were as uncertain as ever.  For one, it was now unclear who would inherit their beloved home and, more to the point, what would happen to the Fontaines when the inheritance had been settled.  Cedric had made a point of visiting as often as he could and, while things seemed perhaps less bleak than they had when it appeared the Fontaines would be left at the mercy of Jon Valles, optimistic was still far too generous a word to describe their circumstances.

“Have you considered living in the woods?” asked Cedric, not for the first time.  “It’s not unpleasant.  We might be a bit of a rough crowd, but nothing your manners couldn’t soften.  And you’d have a home, as safe as any in Aragoth and a great deal more cheerful than most.  Even his Lordship de Montfort has tried it.  I think he’s grown rather fond of the experience, in fact,” he added with a grin.

It looked just now as if an all-but unknown relative of Valles (known mostly for owning half the brothels in the north) or else Jon’s widow, Lynessa, would inherit Fontaine.  Neither option seemed promising, given that anyone who shared a bloodline with Jon Valles and also traded in flesh could be someone to whom one would want to owe their fate, and Lynessa - though despite in every other way seeming a picture of benevolence - had apparently been deeply in love with someone like Jon Valles - a troubling notion to say the least, in Cedric’s opinion.

“We can’t offer much in terms of comforts there, but you’d not need all this glass, there’s plenty of fresh air, and always a full belly what with venison and rabbit and the occasional squirrel.”  He winced a bit, but couldn’t suppress a smile, when he said the next bit, “And always gifts of pies and bread from dear Kate.”  He shook his head, dispelling the warm feeling that washed over him in order to focus.  Stepping forward, he looked seriously into Guinevere’s eyes.  “I’m your friend, and you’re mine.  I wouldn’t let a bad thing happen to you if I could help it, Guin.  You know that, don’t you?  You could be happy in the woods.  I’m sure of it.”

[cedricboleyn]

And Then There Were Two | Cedric & Ophelia

“I can explain!”  Cedric held his hands up, as though she meant to arrest him, and stood back.  He had spoken hastily, as soon as Ophelia had walked into her rooms, and didn’t know what else to say.  When Cassius Montagu had been announced, Guinevere had quickly hidden Cedric in her own chambers to avoid him being discovered by the dragon rider.  This probably would have worked, if her sister hadn’t walked in on him opening Guinevere’s jewelry box to have a look inside.  

“This doesn’t look good, I know,” he added, arching his brow, forming his renowned cheeky grin which, in other situations, had diffused tension but, in this circumstances - he realized too late - probably only made things worse.  “I am neither hiding in here, hoping to get something out of your sister she wouldn’t otherwise grant, nor am I here to steal her jewels,” he added, indicating the open jewel box (which was open only due to his own curiosity).  He exhaled.  “I’m neither a ruffian nor a thief.”

He was, however, a bandit who lived in the woods.  Worse, he was a rebel who gathered intelligence, funding, and arms in an effort to tear down their current power structure.  He was, in fact, in a sense guilty of worse crimes than anything of which she must be currently suspecting him.  He was guilty of treason against the Queen.

“You know me,” he added.  “From town.  Cedric Boleyn...You remember?”  He felt sure she did, but then she was a great lady and he was a lowly peasant.  Who could be sure?

“I was just...” Plotting Rowena’s downfall, he thought.  “Talking with your sister.  That’s all.  Talking, you know.  When, uh, that...dragon rider, Montagu arrived.  Which resulted in me in here...and your sister...down there.  But please!  Please, do not alert that dragon rider he would,” Cedric laughed.  “Probably feed me to his dragon.”  He wasn’t altogether certain that that was not a distinct possibility.  “And I...am terribly bony.  Not fit for a dragon meal at all, I assure you.  So really...” he glanced towards the her, towards the door.  “I should be off.  As soon as Montagu leaves, that is...”  Cedric rubbed the back of his neck and forced a smile.  This wasn’t good at all.

He could hardly have seemed more suspicious, if he had tried.

[quillington]

all die together || an of dragon riders mix • Planting the Fields - Marc Streitenfeld/The Archer • Courtyard Apocalypse - Alexandre Desplat/The Dragon Riders’ Final Stand • I See Fire - Ed Sheeran • The White Tree - Howard Shore/Alaric de Montford/Beginning of the Resistance • Ibelin - Harry Gregson-Willaims/Childhood, Home, & Archery • Hope of the Irish - Thomas Newman/The Last Dragon Rider • Fireside - Danny Elfman/The Campsite/Tales of Old • Freedom Fighters - Two Steps From Hell • Storms in Africa - Enya: Lift your heart/Walk through the storms • Transylvanian Horses - Alan Sylvestri • Gale Song - The Lumineers/Katherine Miller Loves Another • The World is Ahead - Howard Shore/Journeys Far & Near/Cedric & Roran cause mischief • Golden Egg - Patrick Doyle/Eggs Unhatched • Place For Us - Mikky Ekko • Blunt the Knives - Howard Shore • Age of Discovery - Immediate • May It Be - Enya • Shake It Out - Florence + the Machine • The Kiss - Trevor Jones/Kate • Death of Cedric - Patrick Doyle • Halo - Florence + the Machine • There Is A God In You - Ramin Djawadi • Merry Men - Marc Streitenfeld/The Resistance

[incorrectgotquotes-blog]

Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?

Tyrion Lannister, A Clash of Kings (via incorrectgotquotes)

[moondaiz]

[cedricboleyn]

“You two on the run?” “No. We’re returning to Locksley after a long absence.” “You look like you’re on the run.”

wardrobe appreciation [*]

[robin-hood-caps]