#loysmortain

[nedbarret]

ooc | Ned & Loys

I think that for like YEARS Ned kept trying to get Loys to think for his own/try to convince him to see things differently than his mom but he can’t. I do think that there are some aspects of ruling the south that Margery doesn’t care about and she just leaves up to Ned and like he’s happy that he can do what he can, but he needs more support from Loys to do any real change and since he’s not exactly helpful in that area, he started the resistance #yay. 

I also feel like Ned is just 10000000% done with Loys. Like, there was a time when he was more patient with him and though that he’d come around, but now he’s just like YOU ARE A GROWN ASS MAN AND YOUR PEOPLE NEED YOU ARE YOU SERIOUSLY HAVING A CONVERSATION WITH THAT KEY!?!??!? Not that he’s ever said these things to his face. I feel like Ned is always the “obedient” (lol) servant to the Mortains and he actually has their trust?? (at least with margery is as much trust as she’d put in anyone but 1/2 of it is also that she def underestimates him haha)

[petyralainon]

Goodbrothers | Petyr & Loys

Many things had altered since he had left home for the war, but Loys Mortain was not one of them. 

Petyr saw immediately that while he had aged, some, he still had not grown into himself. It was painfully obvious that he lacked confidence in himself and that he wished this evening to be over and done with so that he could, no doubt, return to his keys. 

Petyr would have thought that he would have outgrown his former interest, or at least it would be less of an obsession and more of a hobby. But judging from the jokes that were still being made at his expense and the lack of sunlight he had seen as his pale skin revealed, this was not the case. 

“Lord Mortain,” He greeted, bowing before him. “I thank you for this celebratory feast and look forward to the day when our houses will be united.” 

[aalisvymont]

The Room with the Keys | Valery & Loys | Flashback

“Stay here,” Adam had said, “Be back in a bit.” And then he was gone, up the stairs to finish the list of tasks he had been given. 

Valery had come early and had expected she’d have to wait, but she didn’t mind. She’d much rather wait here, than back at the inn with Marsilla. She’d finished her morning chores and would have to return before the evening crowds, but until then she meant to stay as far away from there as she could. 

One day, I’ll leave this place for good, she thought. I’ll sail North and never come back again. 

The cat who lived in the kitchens, brushed up against her legs. She reached down and pet him, smiling as he purred. Then in an instant, he was scampering down the hall. She followed, calling him softly when she stopped short, hearing two strange voices coming from one of the side passages, cutting her off from the kitchen. 

The only other way to go was up the stairs to avoid being seen. She took them two at a time and when she came up, she realized she was no longer in the servant’s part of the castle. She paused for a moment, admiring the grand tapestries that hung on the walls and the views that the large dragon glass windows had of the ocean. 

She didn’t linger long as she heard more voices and she took another flight of stairs to avoid them. 

“You there!” She turned and saw that a guard had spotted her. Perhaps he only had meant to tell her something and wasn’t suspicious, but her first reaction was to bolt and she found herself running as fast as she could through endless hallways and up winding staircases, and still she heard his persistent step behind her’s. 

Adam is going to kill me. 

Opening the first door she came to, she opened it and shut it fast. She pressed her ear up against the door, finally taking a breathe when she heard him go past. 

She heard a soft whimper behind her and instinctively, she drew the knife she kept at her belt as she turned and pointed it at the small man. “Who are you?” She asked, as though he was the one out of place here. But as she looked around her, she saw that she already knew. 

Here, cowering before her amongst his keys, was the Warden of the South. 

[margerymortain]

The Key to the South | Margery & Loys

"Ah, there you are," Margery announced as though she expected to find her stepson anywhere else in the castle besides the room with the keys. She smirked to herself as she considered that here, in this room full of keys, was a prison of his own making. (Well, Margery did help to nudge him in the right direction.) And he didn't even see it. 

"How is my sweet boy?" She asked, feigning interest, concern. She had little real affection for him, other than what he had been able to give her. Margery Massard had been no one, really. The only daughter of a minor house. She had set her sights too high when she had tried to woo and win the Warden of the South, himself, but his younger brother looked her way after the death of his first wife and Margery was quick to accept his offer when it was given. 

She hadn't known then, just how easy it would be to procure the South for Loys. And with Loys in command, the South was her's in all but name. 

Her stepson was terribly easy to manipulate. She hardly bothered with him unless she needed something and yet he still followed her every command like a lost puppy. 

"I have a few orders for you to sign," She said, placing a stack of papers on the table, "There's nothing important," She continued, waving a hand, "I know you are far too busy to read them all and I've taken the liberty of looking them over, myself." She handed him a quill after she had dipped it in ink and inclined her head towards him, beckoning him to come to her. 

[robbarret]

The Ruler and the Killer | Rob & Loys

She had laughed at him and rejected him, again, in front of everyone. His hand curled into a fist and he bared his teeth, but he did not lose his temper as he was so often prone. Instead, he calmed himself and offered her a smirk: you will not think yourself so far above me, come the dawn. 

The grand hall was alive with guests and music in celebration of the engagement between Britta and Petyr Alainon. Rob took comfort in the fact that such a union would certainly be stopped once he became a dragon rider. If Dezód could be trusted, he had only hours left before he was a dragonrider.

Loys Mortain was standing off by himself: looking lost there without his mother's skirts to hide behind. Loys Mortain was pathetic. He was a sorry excuse for a Lord in the South and Rob often wondered if he was a Mortain after all. His brothers never entertained such an idea, but Rob felt it likely that he was a bastard. He wasn't made for the south. 

For all of his shortcomings, Loys did have one redeeming quality: he saw with one look that Rob Barret was more than just a little brother. He saw the greatness in him and for that reason, alone, Rob enjoyed his company. 

Rob strode up to him. "Your sister likes to be chased," He said. "You tell her, she ought to be careful: for I may drop the hunt altogether." He threatened.