Ser Trystan Goodbrook

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   She hated funerals. Gods, she hated funerals. She had been just a girl when she’d lost her mother, a woman grown when her father followed her to his grave. Vaegon was never supposed to meet such a grizzly fate. This was supposed to be a coronation, a delight, a celebration. Instead they stood to bury king and queen. 

   Rhaenys wasn’t ready. She lifted her hand, wiping at her eyes as they dared to defy her orders to remain dry. She stood as hidden away as possible, not yet ready to enter the doors of the Sept. She willed herself to breathe. She had to do everything perfectly right. Daemion needed her to. The Lady Gaunt be damned, the only other family she had would sit the throne sooner rather than later and she would not do anything to hinder his authority or the strength of her house. 

   The princess closed her eyes, exhaling once more. When she opened her eyes, she startled the tiniest bit, met with another’s. “You may enter, you needn’t wait for me.” She murmured. In just a few days, the little dragon had grown ten years. 

The news that King was dead had struck fear deep in Trystan’s heart. He had lost his cousin now- and his king. They had not been close, he hardly even knew him- but he was still family. They had shared blood. And on top of that, he was loyal to House Targaryen. At first he had thought perhaps this was the work of someone aiming to gain revenge on the Lady that Vaegon had intended to marry- but now.. Now he was worried the plan was to remove the royal family. Surely Daemion would be a target now- and perhaps even Rhaenys. He dared not leave her side. He was in his armor for the funeral-staying near her the whole time. His hair was pulled back from his face and braided in the back to keep it neat. Instead of his usual cloak that bore his houses sigil- today he wore a plain black cloak- to show that he was mourning too.

He bowed his head to her politely, “I go, where you go.” He said, for just a moment putting his hand on her back gently before letting it fall. “ I will not leave your side for anything, you understand?”

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   Rhaenys crouched down to gently scoop Meraxes back into her arms. After she’d gotten frightened by Valdis, she wasn’t sure if the cat would return to her. She was pleased to find that she was braver than that. “There you are,” She murmured, standing once more as she regarded Trystan. “I should have expected she’d find you in my absence. Did she paw at you for food?” She asked, fingers scratching behind Meraxes’ ear. “And have you any news? Please tell me my brothers and the Lord Captain do not mean to keep us confined her for the duration of the night. I am worn and ready to be rid of this gown.” She sighed, speaking far more freely with her shield. 

The cat had not found him truthfully, but he had found it. He had seen it wandering the hall, he had attempted to pick it up, but it had not enjoyed being grasped by the scruff of its neck all too much, and had tried to scratch him.  The cat DID however seem to know it could make its way back to her with him, and stayed near him for a little longer until he was reunited with Rhaenys now.

His hazel-green eyes watched her a moment before sighing. “ I do not know as of yet what his orders are on the matter. But perhaps the confinement will not last too much longer.” Trystan had no answers to give her at the moment, though he wished he had. The knight was tired as well, but knew he would not be sleeping for a long while yet. And he was steadily starting to regret the several mugs of ale he’d had shortly before this whole incident. He was far from drunken, but his eyes were somewhat heavy.

“The moment we are allowed to leave, your Grace,  we shall. For now,  perhaps simply try to relax.” He picked up an apple from the table, eating it slowly and looking around.. 

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An Introduction to Ser Trystan Goodbrook

A Brief History

Trystan Goodbrook is the third son of Lord Goodbrook. His aunt was the last queen, and mother to the current king and his siblings. Despite being a first cousin to the king however, his older brother will inherit upon his fathers passing; his father has at this time decided to leave him nothing. Raised in the rolling hills and streams of the riverlands at the Red Fork, he has always felt a deep love of his home. However, in recent years, he and his father have taken disagreeing on just about everything. The older Lord Goodbrook grows, the less he seems to know his son- and the less they get along. He came to a decision many years ago, that he and his father would both be happier apart, and chose to travel to kings landing. There he hoped he could serve his family, albeit another branch, in a more meaningful way. Trystan began serving as Princess Rhaenys's Sworn Shield nearly ten years ago, and has hardly left her side since. Wherever she is, he is surely not far away. He is 34, and a highly skilled swordsman.

His Personality

“He has integrity and good intentions- but willing to ignore both of those if it is for the sake of his family, the only thing he values more than his honor and pride…” Trystan is many things, but first and foremost he is stubborn. He is fearless and compassionate, and a tendency to try to help those in need. However he is proud, and quick to anger- and aside from protecting his family, nothing is more important to him than his honor. His loyalty, once given, is unwavering. Trystan is honest as well- greatly disliking to lie.