it's a strange thing to see him again. feelings had long since bled out of her, forgotten about near a decade ago when she'd met another who'd made her heart yearn for something more than what she already had. still, a small smile curves her lips when he looks at her again after so long, unable to help but still want the best for him despite all the distance between them. "i'm doing much better than you, i'm sure." she drawls, a brows rising and falling as she states the obvious. once she knows her presence wasn't unwelcome, she takes several steps forward until she's a mere few feet away, her smile slipping into something more sombre. "you know how i felt about your father." lina starts out quietly, lips turning dowards in sympathy. how she'd hated that man for ruining what they had, and that hate lingered even when her pain diminished. "but i am sorry that you have to deal with such loss."
they both knew how one another felt about his father, perhaps she knew better than anybody did - it was just unfortunate that they had to reunite now because of him again. bitterness that had been buried long ago had come back up, feelings he'd held back coming together all at once now he was in a state of grief. his sisters wouldn't understand, perhaps if he explained it, but there was no time for that now he had to protect them more than ever. " then you know how i felt about him. " father or not he'd let him down, turned away a chance at happiness that he was yet to find again even when they'd both moved on. " thank you, but it's my sisters i worry for. especially with me in charge. " a weak attempt at a jest passed his lips as he smiled at her, small but visible.
libation loosened the tongues of many, ale and wine flowing freely in the tavern as was the gossip falling from the lips of nobility and commoners alike. arianne did not often indulge yet considering the circumstances she found herself hooked onto every word to parse through later and determine what could be used and what was nonsense. another joining the table had conversation skittering into silence, the princess's gaze flickering to the new face. “ we have just discussed the next person that wishes to sit must buy a round of ale for the lot of us. would you still like to claim that spot ? "
the tavern wasn't the type of place helna would usually find herself, the guards had on more than one occasion tried to insist she went to the library but the lady redfort was stubborn to the bone. since they were to remain here until the king said otherwise she saw no reason not to indulge in a little drink to pass the time, what harm could it do? though now she was getting ready to sit she had her doubts. " i... " it was about time she made a few friends outside of her own house, was it not? " i'll buy them, just don't tell my brother. " helna proceeded to sit down with a grin. " he will not be pleased with me. "
if prompted, minisa could not recall the last that she had laid eyes upon their uncle. his children, though not as frequent as they would like, a constant presence through letters and pleasant thoughts. to leave them without kind word through this transition would be cruel. they broke away from conversation at the sight of rolan steps light under the heavy stares that minisa met with dark glare of their own ― shadow to his steps with hackles raised, ready to bare teeth and bite would someone make mistake of opening their mouth to offer false words that minisa felt none of the arryns should have to endure.
they do not think he is aware that is them standing behind them, start of a smile that minisa doesn't allow to make its way onto their lips at his words. “ do you wish to entice more adversity to you ? i would not be surprised if one of the ... " minisa allowed herself a pause, choosing a more carefully placed word than vultures despite the circling people have been doing around their cousins. “ people less inclined to empathy would open their mouths to discuss their grievances with you as they could not with your father rather than keeping their mouths closed. "
rolan knew he should have looked before saying such words, some would have likely enjoyed it -seeing the new ruling lord unable to get a grasp on his emotions and unable to handle anymore sympathies. he had the weight of the world on his shoulders suddenly, or so it felt that way. he was not ready to play his part, especially knowing someone had taken his fathers life intentionally, would it him next or one of his sisters? he had no doubt his father had had enemies he didn't know about. the relationship between father and son had been stained for some time now.
" i would not be surprised either, " the arryn turned to look to his cousin, a smile small resting on his lips now. " i don't wish to talk badly of him and i will not let anybody, but if i hear to one person offer their sympathies with their fingers crossed behind their back i may not bite my tongue. " he turned properly to look at minisa. " - i'd be of to a terrible start, no? "
open: ft. thyra & -- ( no cap )
location: the library
thyra's thoughts needed quieting, silencing for the millions of them that were running wild. The woman wanted to for the sake of her chosen sisters get to the bottom of things faster than the presumably inept questioner, head of spies and city watch would find the feller of lords. Being just a lady, one of Lynara's, there was only so much she could do visibly so research needed to be put into work and then findings passed to those who may need them. She pulled volumes from shelves on interesting subjects, things that were a little macabre but this was a much more massive library then the one in winterfell or the collection of books she'd curated for hornwood. Fingers gently caressed the spine of an old, dusty and neglected book and gave a soft sigh. "You poor darling. See how poorly they care for you. This will change, now that you have a lover of books in the keep and - oh !" She moved too much in the small amount of space she could occupy, a couple of the books she was retrieving tumbled to the ground from the top of her ladder and the legs of the wooden thing wobbled dangerously. Thyra gasped clutching the ladder she stood toward the top of and the shelf nearly losing balance before the ladder stopped its dangerous wobble. Her knuckles were white as tightly as she gripped both things. Her faith in the ladder was dubious now, clearing her throat to call out. "Anyone - I - could someone - help please?" She spoke waiting and wondering if the eventual approaching footsteps would rescue her or cast a judging glance up at the lady on the ladder.
helna had gone to the library for some quiet - outside it felt as if the whole of kings landing were unsettled with the new kings of the kings hand. when it came to times like these she'd much rather the company of books over people. she knew grief well enough and knew how terrible it could be for those it affected directly. she felt for the arryn family and knew they'd likely need space while getting little of it... but that was how it worked, wasn't it? a man would be mourned for a short while and then the world would move on.
deep in thought as she read the pages of the book in front of her, she paid little mind to anyone else until she heard the panicked voice immediately concern immediately forcing her to look up. quickly, helna's feet carried her in the direction of the noise and there she found the lady thyra hanging on for dear life. " oh - " it took her a moment to realise what had just happened but as soon as she did hands gripped the ladder to hold it steady, the other reaching out to the woman. " it's still, you can come down. i'll hold onto it. "
there had been very little time to speak to him in the privacy of their rooms ─ a soft hand had roused her awake with aching sympathy dripping from their gaze and it had felt like being held underwater ever since, sights and sounds dulled by the fast current of activity so when ysilla caught sight of him, towering figure weaving through a crowd of mourners before disappearing out the doors of the sept, she had been eager to follow after him, hindered only in her haste by the societal norms that demanded her to respond with veiled gratitude whenever a passing figure stopped her to offer their condolences. the cool airs of the gardens, kept at a pleasant temperature by the overreaching trees, came as a much needed respite from the humidity of the sept, overcrowded with bodies and stinking of incense that she took a few greedy breaths before continuing her pursuit of him, a dark brow raised at his words.
❝ ... you should not speak ill of the dead. ❞ murmured with a small hint of reproach, she came to a pause in step beside him, fingers reaching out for his hand silently. ysilla could not pretend to understand the depths of the relationship that her father had with rolan and with olynna that caused them to feel such turmoil with his passing ─ she had been too young, too quiet, too observant in seeing their mistakes and making certain she did not repeat them, to ever earn the disappointment of their sire, but she offered her brother a small smile of reassurance nonetheless, to soften her rebuke. ❝ i have taken the liberty of writing to the stonemasons back home ... they will begin a bust statue of his likeness so that it can be added alongside our ancestors in the high hall. ❞ it was a poor substitute for having him interred within their crypts, but the king wished to keep his old friend close, even in death, and the wants of the deceased' children mattered not against the will of the king. ❝ letters have been sent out to inform the nobles of his passing as well ... i suspect written condolences will arrive within a fortnight as the raven flies. do you think we will be allowed home soon ? ❞ the gentle confidence of the lady of the vale faded into the uncertain whisper of a younger sister, her gaze wide as she peered up at him with a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.
try as he might, rolan was unable to push down the resentment he held towards his father when alone. to anyone that approached he would make up an excuse, he'd push their sympathies to one side to change the conversation. if he was not numb then he was angry, still yet to shed a tear despite the manner of his fathers end. but there were two he was unable to console his feelings around and they were the same two he would prefer to keep his true feelings hidden from so he could tend do theirs instead. there was no mistaking the love he felt for his sisters, being ruling lord now terrified him purely because he knew he might fail them - and what was worse than that? it'd been the three of them for some time now and it seemed they needed one another now more than ever.
" i should have done that, not you. you shouldn't have had to. " the first wave of guilt hit him, clenched hand opening to take ysilla's into his own, fingers gentle when he lightly squeezed in an attempt to reassure her. despite his anger they were on the same side, with years between them their experiences with their father had differed and words had gone unspoken. rolan would rather she thought well of him than allow her image of their father be tainted by his wrong doings. turning to look at her, he found her gaze with his own, eyes soft as he did his best to form a small smile. " i'm sure it wont be long. if the king finds out who did this then they'll be dealt with and we'll return home. " hand still in hers he walked back to where a bench rested between flowers so he could lead them both to sit down. " have you slept? it sounds as if you haven't. "s
( DILRABA DILMUART, CIS WOMAN, SHE / HER. ) could that really be HELNA REDFORT, the LADY REDFORT of THE VALE entering the keep ? king’s landing is sure to benefit from the TWENTY NINE year old’s ability to be both PLAYFUL and CONSIDERATE, but beware, whispers also say they have been known to be NAIVE and SUPERSTITIOUS. their loyalty belongs to THEMSELVES and they SUPPORT the notion of peace throughout westeros.
NAME. helna redfort.
AGE. twenty nine.
GENDER. cis woman.
PRONOUNS. she / her.
TITLE. lady of the vale.
HOUSE. house redfort.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. straight.
at only a few years of age helna lost both her parents, her mother to childbirth when her younger sibling was born - her father following shortly after. it's said he died of a broken heart. as the middle child to the late ruling lord and his wife, helna was always a handful growing up - especially prone to acting out because of their unstable childhood. looking up to her older brother, now ruling lord, as both a big brother and father figure all in one, helna idolised him and continues to to this day even if she doesn't always agree with his actions.
despite the tragedy in her childhood, helna has adapted her playful nature even as an adult. she's care free when she's able to be and has a natural way of putting the people around her at ease. her playfulness has been known to get her into trouble on more than one occasion, more than once leading on a lord or two with no intention of following through.
most would consider her independent and sometimes naive to her own actions and those of who she loves. but her unlucky start in life has left her superstitious.
there was one other he could turn to and put his full trust in asides from his sisters. whether that had been before his fathers death or after - it made little difference, he and rhyden had been as thick as thieves since they were children. there was little that would break the two apart or so he hoped. his sisters were grieving in their own way while he continued to hold resentment for his father, that of which he'd not expected to feel when the announcement of his death had been made. in truth, rolan hadn't given it much thought - he'd expected his father to live for some time and perhaps shock added to the lack of tears.
it was the first time he'd seen his friend since the news had spread through the lands, and while he attempts to avoid the attention of those wishing to catch it, rolan makes every attempt to seek out his friend as soon as he can. his sisters are safe and for now they were all stuck here - who else could he possibly turn to?
" rhyden? " formalities forgotten when he spotted his friend across the hall, rolan made his way towards him. his friends attention and the advice he'd likely only seek from someone close enough to be a brother would be a welcome distraction. " if you're free i may have a cup of ale with your name on it, " the elephant in the room could wait. " and i could do with one or two myself. "
when he'd first heard the announcement regarding the hand of the kings death, li's first thought had been her. his love. he held little sympathy for the man that lay dead now, he had meant next to nothing to him really and he'd not pretend to hold him to any high regard now he was dead like many others did. why fake grief? he knew he could have held more sympathy for the family and friends of the late lord arryn but it could wait. passing through the crowds that had gathered, making little attempt to stop to speak to anyone on the way, the lord forrester made his way to quarters he knew well even if it wasn't where she belonged.
niceties long forgotten when he stood outside the doors, a guard at either side, the clearly distressed lord's fingers curled into his palms to make fists. " i won't ask again, open the door and let me see the n...- let me see the lady goodbrother. she will be expecting me, i'm sure. "
⸻ open starter from gülhan tyrell.
⸻ the royal gardens of the red keep, king's landing, the crownlands, westeros.
before the tyrell retinue had departed from highgarden for the capital, gülhan had been advised to leave her daughter in the care of a septa rather than drag the child up the rose road for a wedding that she will likely not remember as an adult and while she had been able to see the wisdom in that piece of advice, the rose of highgarden had been reluctant to leave her child behind as they had never been apart for longer than a handful of hours since florys' birth. now, as gülhan waited in the gardens for her brother ( it did not matter which brother, as both had been promptly informed of her plans to present herself for questioning that morning and were left to decide who would have the honor of escorting her back to the inn ), she was beginning to regret bringing along the child, especially since florys possessed an inquisitive streak and no shame in her questions, something she undoubtedly inherited from her mother. it was the first death that her daughter could remember, as she was only shy past a year when her father had passed, and florys had a morbid sense of curiosity about the afterlife ─ a fact that brought no small amount of panic to gülhan as her daughter began chattering about the existence of gods and the afterlife.
shushing the girl with an unceremonious cake to the gob, the tyrell woman glanced up to meet with the eyes of another in the garden, a small smile of commiseration on her lips. ❝ please, excuse my daughter for the disrespect. this was the first funeral she has been allowed to attend and i fear it has left her with more questions than answers. i never thought i would miss the days when she would bring frogs and beetles to me, rather than philosophical questions about what happens after death. ❞
even with a funeral, a wake and many mourners crowding the capital, liron saw no reason for him not to sneak around the grounds finding his way into the arms of the lady naia whenever he was able. it had been that way for some time and though he would never admit to such he enjoyed the thrill that came from it. the past had left him wounded, his heart broken twice over, but it had all been worth it for her. while a man laid dead, a murderer on the loose, li used it as an opportunity while everybody turned a blind eye to his actions - nobody was watching him, eyes were on the arryn's, he could make good use of that.
he was returning to his family, taking a moment to sit and enjoy the air before returning to the streets, when he caught the eye of the lady tyrell. curious eyes soon glanced to the child now stuffing her face with cake, he couldn't help but laugh. " she is not disrespecting me, she should have all the cake she desires at such a morbid event. " the lord forrester smiled. " i'm sure she'll bring home a few frogs again one day, lady gülhan. as for the afterlife... " liron crouched so he was eye level with the girl. " you'll have all the cake you want there that's all that matters. "
There were few things in life that she would ever dare to claim she knew thoroughly but grief she knew intimately - acquainted with it from a young age and acquainted with the loss of her husband that now she was entirely too used to it as her constant companion. But for all she might have adjusted to its endless presence weighing down on her, she could not claim she ever wished for others to know its weight. Heart had ached for the Arryns throughout the funeral, she could not claim to know how they felt about their father ( no tears had been shed when she had lost her own, after all ) she thought they ought to be able to resolve their emotions in peace, not have it all turned into some kind of spectacle. If the weight of grief was not crushing enough she felt that the weight of eyes upon them certainly would be.
She had slipped from the sept, her seat towards the back allowing her to do so with ease. Destination was undecided as gentle steps carried her absentmindedly towards the gardens, slowing when her gaze landed on a familiar figure. They were friends of a sort and so part of of her wanted to offer company while the other thought it best to give him his peace. She lingered in her indecision nonetheless only for her hesitancy to be halted by his words. "Forgive me, condolences were not my intention." Though it was only once the words left her lips that she realised that if challenged she wouldn't be able to say what her intentions were. Comfort or reassurance perhaps? But it would take a vanity she didn't possess to assume she could provide any sort of salve. Instead she offered honesty, voice soft but steady as she offered a rare moment of openness. "In truth, I often found that condolences brought more comfort to those that spoke them than those who received them."
he knew that voice, he could recognise it from anywhere. years had passed and but it felt like a constant to him. in truth there were few people rolan could call good friends, they had come and gone as the years had, rhyden had been one of them - his best friend as a child and even now as a man. at some point he had been introduced to renyse, she'd become a fast friend, though distance had never allowed them too much time together it hadn't stopped him from ensuring he saw her at every chance they got. she had been through her own trauma, grief being the first that had come to mind - she had suffered too much in such a short time.
rolan immediately regretted his words when he turned to look at her but the heaviness in his chest felt a little lighter. " i'm sorry if i had known it was you i would have... " been softer? kinder, maybe? he couldn't find an apt word so he moved on. " then you know why i've already tired of them. " a smile found his lips, his next words an attempt to move the conversation away from talk of his father - he had stewed in his thoughts long enough. " if i had seen you at the wedding i may have asked you to dance, were you hiding from me? " intending to continue the path that led through the gardens he glanced forward through the trees and looked back to the lady renyse. " will you walk with me? "
Sitting in the dark corners of her quarters olynna contemplated how one could love yet resent someone as much as she did her own father, she wished she could recall him with warmness, with a sense of longing. yet she had very few memories of her childhood that seemed almost gone from her memory, she knows at some point he had looked at her with warmth, yet she could not recall that light in his eyes. no, she could only recall the harshness in the lines of his face when she did something he did not deemed worth of her status, the reproach in his eyes when she came home with dirty skirts and stained hands, the scoff every time she expressed she wished to be a healer, not a wife. but olynna could not, olyna was to be pristine, perfect, well mannered and graceful. her beauty an asset and her mind silenced for her father's benefit.
the knock goes unnotice, it is his voice that wakes her, that brings another thought. olynna is to be strong, olynna is to protect her siblings, she had promised her mother she would. rolan would be a ruling lord and her sweet little ysilla would be taken cared of, need for nothing. olynna would see to it, even if it broke her. "i'm here rolan," she means for her voice to be loud but it comes out corse and broken. she stands, whipping her tears, putting a strong face. "my brother, we are all we have now i am afraid." as if it had been any different since the passing of their mother, but it felt much more real.
he'd always been protective of both his sisters, their mothers passing had only heightened that - now his fathers too. their father had hardly been there since becoming hand of the king and ever since that day rolan had felt out of his depth. it had been his sisters that had helped him, olyanna had helped guide him while ysilla had kept him level - headed. until now they might as well have taken his fathers place as the three of them, but now he was gone and rolan was left to be the head of the house, the ruler, the protector. grief was working its way through the three of them in different ways and he was yet to shed a tear, he questioned if he ever would - but no matter how numb he felt his heart still shattered at the break in his sisters voice as he stepped inside to greet her properly.
" we've been that way for a while and we've survived so far, haven't we? " even when most of him felt numb he felt anger, both for how they'd all been treated in the past by their father, and now for the arrangements left in his will. it was almost as if he'd rather his children were unhappy. thoughts pushed aside he stepped towards his sister, hands raised to cup her cheeks - thumbs wiping tear stained cheeks. " you may just have to be a little more stern with me for now on. but i'm certain the two of you can keep me in check still. " a smile found his lips, an attempt to bring forth some reason for a little happiness among the darkness surrounding them. " i will do right by us, i promise. i will keep you both safe, no matter the cost. "
"You will find no condolences here" a voice responds coolly, just warm enough in its timber to be reminiscent of melting ice still thawing neither here nor their. The lord arryn was dead. Mourn and be done with it. Rhaegar's father too was dead but were the dragons allowed to mourn or put his killers to justice? One of them who was at least complicit was dead. Here stood his son who seemed to loathe the man in some degree but not nearly as much as Rhaegar had reason to. Maybe it would be something for Visella to look into that the broken birds might feel some level of discontent with the man who made their father hand to see him die in such a way. Maybe it was simply the smell of his mother's roses that made rhaegar wonder what was and had always been changing.
"Fathers are fathers and we do not get to choose them. Often neither do our mothers and we are left to hold together the pieces in the end. I have heard there are places in the gardens one can disappear for hours. I'm sure your tired of the sycophants clamoring to get the attention of the new lord of the vale." He spoked motioning towards another pathway. Unless the stags had trampled all over the space he once knew well Rhaegar was sure things were still there even an age later. The dragon in hiding, masquerading as the cousin of a former crownlander and lady of the reach breathed leaning against the half wall he propped himself by. "I came here for the quiet also"
rolan didn't care much for how those spoke about his father, perhaps speaking his own mind wasn't what was best but if he were to lie someone would see through him - he was a terrible liar. still he was glad mention of mothers went no further, defences all too quickly raised and then lowered while observed the other before he cast his gaze in the direction of the pathway pointed out to him. it wasn't wise to go somewhere so quiet with another when he was so paranoid but he'd be unwise not pass up opportunity to broaden his circle - even if it may not end well.
" i'm not sure i would say i'm tired of it, but the sympathies... yes. that i am tired of. " a slight shrug of his shoulders followed his words before he took a step in the direction of the path. " how often do you disappear, lord? " thoughts dismissed, he glanced back to rhaeger. " you must do it quite frequently to know of hidden pathways in a place like this. "
He had never been an insecure nor shy man, awkwardness was definitely not in his vocabulary, yet as he approached the brand new ruling lord of the vale he could not help but feel them all. if it wasn't because, one, he had to keep apperances, and two, he might need the support of the arryn's eventually he would most definitely not be standing there. "my deepest condolences, lord arryn, to you and your sisters" his own sincere tone of voice surprises him, but he does not dwell on it. "your father was a great man, hand, and i suspect father too, although i never got to witness the latter." he says with a shy shrug.
both paranoia and curiosity continued to eat away at the new ruling lord's mind as new faces approached him. some he had seen before but a word hadn't been exchanged, others he knew already. acting as ruling lord when his father had been hand and alive was different to being the ruling lord - his father was no longer there to bark orders from a distance. " thank you, lord. " he knew better than to express his own opinions when it came to his fathers parenting skills but he couldn't deny the first. " he was, i have big boots to fill but at least he passed on some of his wisdom. " the lord arryn smiled to the other. " did you at least enjoy the wedding? "
bethany could almost feel empathy for the male , seeing how the grief taints his expression in the aftermath of grim happenings . that was , if she was capable of such a thing . like a lion on it's prowl , the blonde instead saw what was easy prey to her . vulnerable and not of a clear mind , it was an opportunity that simply couldn't be missed . and bethany had already made herself familiar with the arryn , charmed her way through a few flirtatious pleasantries that he seemingly lapped up . he wasn't likely to turn her away , she'd assumed . " i don't mean to intrude , my lord . i only wish to offer my condolences , and my comfort ... if you'll accept it " tone is soft and full of compassion , easy to be believed despite his lack of authenticity . " i can't begin to imagine how you must be feeling ... " at that , a small hand even carefully places itself on his arm , gaze of baby blues peering up at him from behind long lashes , " but if you wish for me to leave you , i will . "
rolan had come outside with the intention of finding peace, though his guard remained up to those who'd approach offering their sympathies in regards to his father. he'd not looked before he'd spoken, words finding ears they weren't meant for. when he looked to bethany he allowed his defences to lower - had he known it was her his words wouldn't have been so sharp, they may have been the opposite. " i didn't realise it was you - " the hand that rested to his arm caught his gaze for a second and he hesitated with his words. it would be better to be left alone probably, eyes were on him and people would talk - the last thing he needed was to find himself entangled in more rumours. yet his thoughts did not correspond with his next words, he made no attempt to listen to sense. " i don't. " anger softened he looked to bethany with a small smile. " you know i enjoy your company, lady. we could walk? unless you'd rather go somewhere more private? "
dimples crease her cheeks with a snort of laughter that gisele doesn't make move to hide . “ do you wish to invite people to speak ill of him ? there are some that may take it . ” what she knew of the arryns was little , said fact enough that gisele doesn't pretend as others will . gossip rampant through the red keep of who would have wanted to harm the hand grew an array of potential suspects , many willing to play upon the emotions of the arryn family with false sympathies while cheering behind closed doors . “ i haven't come to offer them . i was told the gardens are beautiful and as we have now been asked to remain , found myself in need of amusement . i plan to drink amongst the roses . ” she pauses , head tilting up to bring the arryn lord fully into view . easy to read the lines of grief that gisele sees as an inconvenience , the bluntness of her tone softens only slightly . “ if you've tired of the false condolences you may come with me . ”
maybe now was a good time to set selfish intent aside. rolan respected his father but he'd not earned the love of his children. now he was ruling lord of his house perhaps it was his job to lie and paint him as near perfect, to not let people talk badly of the dead despite his own bitterness. " i think they will do it whether i allow it or not, that is for them to decide. " a weak smile rest on the arryn's lips as he looked to gisele. admittedly it was a relief when she spoke of no intentions to offer sympathies, they were better given to his sisters - both which had taken his death harder than him it seemed, maybe his own grief would continue to fester in his anger. " an offer to drink among the roses? " he wouldn't turn such a distraction down, even if only for a while. " lead the way. "
where were you that night, into the late hours of the evening ?
such an interrogation felt ridiculous, especially when it were his own father that laid dead - but rolan wouldn't refuse it. to find the killer would mean getting revenge. " i was drinking in the tavern, i didn't return home until the sun rose. " his words were met with a shrug of his shoulders.
is there anyone who can verify your story ?
" yes, plenty of people came and went - unless they were too drunk and don't remember, but i'm sure there are one or two who saw me. "
had you ever met the ruling lord melvan arryn ? if so, did you know him or particularly like him ?
had the circumstances been better, the now ruling lord might have laughed at such a question, instead he resisted the bitterness that settled in his throat. " he's my father, was my father. whether i ever truly knew who he was is another matter entirely. " as a child, as a man there had been plenty distance between them - rolan had his reasons for disliking him. " he was a fair man, but not a good father. "
how do you feel about house arryn ?
that answer was simple and there no hesitation in his words nor answer. " i love my family and i will do whatever i must to protect them. "
how do you feel about the king, orys baratheon ?
" i respect him as a king and know him well enough to know he is a decent man too, a good one. he was a good friend to my father and i appreciate his efforts to find out who did this. i'd consider him a friend. "
apart from the official announcement, did you hear anything worth remembering about the incident or anything suspicious that night ?
rolan wished he had better answers but as always he'd found himself in a worse for wear state after too much drink. had his head had been clearer he might know more. " the night was a blur, i saw nothing. i expect my father had enemies i wouldn't know about. "
if you were to slice an apple, which hand would you use ?
" my left. "
is there anything else you can tell us that would be beneficial to finding the late lord arryn's murderer ?
" perhaps you should look to the kings enemies or those who wish for my aunt to rule in my fathers place instead of me. i certainly am. "
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