without a trusted hand, king orys relies on his small council to interrogate the guests of king's landing in an effort to find some clues or answers as to what happened to the late lord melvan arryn.
here are questions they asked, based upon orys' requests and their own decisions :
feel free to answer these however you choose - whether it be ic or ooc, whether it be a sentence or a paragraph, whether it be true or not, that is entirely up to you, just make sure you're clarifying so there's no misunderstanding if we decide to implement details for plotting purposes ! feel free to also plot with others to establish alibis or anything else, as the interrogation announcement was a surprise but would have taken a while to get through everyone !
where were you that night, into the late hours of the evening ?
is there anyone who can verify your story ?
had you ever met the ruling lord melvan arryn ? if so, did you know him or particularly like him ?
how do you feel about house arryn ?
how do you feel about the king, orys baratheon ?
apart from the official announcement, did you hear anything worth remembering about the incident or anything suspicious that night ?
if you were to slice an apple, which hand would you use ?
is there anything else you can tell us that would be beneficial to finding the late lord arryn's murderer ?
you can complete this task whenever, though the sooner the more we might take things into consideration, just have fun with it ! as always, reach out to us if you have any questions !
the interrogation of lucifer yronwood, the ruling lord of house yronwood.
where were you that night, into the late hours of the evening
"I had retired to my chambers with my wife during those late hours."
is there anyone who can verify your story ?
Lucifer narrowed his eyes as he studied the other. Were members of the small council this incompetent or was it just his man being too fastidious in asking the questions from the script? "As I've mentioned, my wife. Lale Yronwood nee Jordayne.
had you ever met the ruling lord melvan arryn ? if so, did you know him or particularly like him ?
"No, I'm afraid I didn't have the pleasure. A tragic loss indeed for the realm," he sighed and shook his head in empathy.
how do you feel about house arryn ?
"I feel indifferent to them , I suppose," he shrugged slightly. I rarely travel out of Dorne so I've never met any one of the Arryns before."
how do you feel about the king, orys baratheon ?
Lucifer pursed his lips as he mused over the question for a moment. He had never met the king and from what he had heard, he wasn't a terrible king nor a dictator but still he wasn't that magnificently efficient in his role and there were many negative rumors regarding his character as of late. Still, one could not give true brutal honesty at a loaded question such as this. "I respect him. He seems to be doing his best and from my own personal experience I know how much of a challenge that is to carry out so many heavy duties and responsibilities, though I imagine his are far greater and heavier than mine are.
apart from the official announcement, did you hear anything worth remembering about the incident or anything suspicious that night ?
He had of course noticed some slightly suspicious activity from a couple of nobles from his personal list of suspects about the murder of his cousin, but that was information that he would never share with anyone till he had completed his investigations and was absolutely certain of everything he had found out. Lucifer shook his head. "I can't recall anything worth remembering I'm afraid nor did I notice anything out of the ordinary."
if you were to slice an apple, which hand would you use ?
"My left." Oh, he hoped that murderer or murderers were right-handed.
is there anything else you can tell us that would be beneficial to finding the late lord arryn's murderer ?
He shook his head again. "Nothing comes to mind. However I do hope that you'll all be able to find out the murderer, or murderers soon, and uncover their plot, both for justice for lord Arryn and for the safety of everyone else." He then stood up to leave.
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. "
where were you that night, into the late hours of the evening ?
“ you have my apologies, for i cannot be quite certain. ” she knows, of course, yet even this interogation is a disgrace she will not so easily give in to. “ i don't know the grounds. but much of the night was spent in my chambers. ”
is there anyone who can verify your story ?
“ there is. his lordship, calon greyjoy, he could attest to my company all through the night. ” lips lift at the corners, just so, in memory. “ we kept eachother up, you see. ”
had you ever met the ruling lord melvan arryn ? if so, did you know him or particularly like him ?
“ if i hadn't been told of his death, i'm afraid i'd likely never have thought of him. ”
how do you feel about house arryn ?
“ i'm afraid i don't feel much for them as a whole - still, i feel for his children after losing my own father. ”
how do you feel about the king, orys baratheon ?
“ he is a fine king ” - as far as king's go.
apart from the official announcement, did you hear anything worth remembering about the incident or anything suspicious that night ?
“ no. ”
if you were to slice an apple, which hand would you use ?
“ i've never enjoyed apples - personally. pomegranates are far more enjoyable. ”
is there anything else you can tell us that would be beneficial to finding the late lord arryn's murderer ?
“ nothing, i'm afraid. though i assure you - his grace has the full support of dorne in uncovering the truth. ”
there is no doubt uthor had been unaware of this turn of events, though marilda is jaundiced at the thought that they should have predicted this. bitterness furthers as concern festers in her belly, so unfamiliar, as she thinks of the other three people who will be interrogated so closely; she can only hope whoever shall inquire the "haen" may as well be as thick up close as anyone else was from distance. decades schooling her own face into submission, the proding unease does not transpire on her features as she takes a seat; instead, a smile greets the interrogator. "my liege, how unfortunate. i had hoped i would have the fortune of seeing my husband once more. albeit that would hardly be fair, uh?"
where were you that night, into the late hours of the evening ?
lips purse as if in thought. "i believe i stayed in the gardens a couple of hours after our newlyweds left for their chambers. you may recall, lord bulwer had to be held upwards by one of the poor kingsguards after that idiot nearly slipped on a puddle of vomit. personally, i would have much rather if he had fallen." nonchalant, she waves a hand, before bringing her chin down on the palm. "afterwards, i bid good evening to my kin and went to the master of the ship's quarters. my youngest is going through the most dreadful phase of only sleeping clung to me."
is there anyone who can verify your story ?
"besides my bothersome six year old, i'd reckon my husband. a couple of kitchen girls i requested for spiced milk and wine, too. one of them was named angelica?"
had you ever met the ruling lord melvan arryn ? if so, did you know him or particularly like him ?
"why, as well as any other council member, for the past thirty and something years, my liege." derisive smile covers tinted lips. she had known more about the king's council than melvan — longer, at least, than that fateful day that obnoxious man took over the lannister council seat. a vicious predator replaced by a winged rat, she had joked at the time, though, of course, lord arryn had proved himself to have claws of his own. "lord melvan was a competent man, a most faithful hand. when he remembered to have a humor, he was not unpleasant company."
how do you feel about house arryn ?
there is little manner for her to conceal boredom, by now. this is hardly a risky question, too, not one she cares to pretend. "i do not feel, or think about the arryn at all. quite a long way from oldtown to the mountains, you see."
how do you feel about the king, orys baratheon ?
ah, now. by law and the love she has for her own life, even at the risk of nausea, marilda knows to play sycophantic. "i would never name my son after a man unworthy of his name, as i have with my orys." as if she cared about such a small thing as names.
apart from the official announcement, did you hear anything worth remembering about the incident or anything suspicious that night ?
“was lord bulwer’s story not riveting enough, darling?” the trying levity ceases a moment later, lingering only in her gaze before she turns it upwards, leaning back on her seat as if she thought it deeply. “i did not recognize the last page boy who served lord arryn, but it has been quite a few moons since i’ve been in the keep.”
if you were to slice an apple, which hand would you use ?
now, this is just tiresome. whoever came up with these questions? “i am right handed, my liege. and i have never made an apple bleed, i swear to you despite what lady fossoway may say. her hand was in the way of my needle, is all.”
is there anything else you can tell us that would be beneficial to finding the late lord arryn's murderer ?
“not at this moment, but perhaps i know a person or two our mistress of whispers do not?” a brow is raised, half a dare, half an offer. “i know where to find you if that’s the case.”
where were you that night, into the late hours of the evening ?
perhaps she should have expected for the question to come up — she can see the parchment on the interrogator's hand, a reminder that the interrogation was likely the same to all involved — but lynara can not help but to find the question almost redundant. even being spared the humiliation of a public bedding and the crude escorting, her whereabouts were the most well known, for the duty they entailed. yet, her cheeks brightens. "my wedding chambers. with the prince."
is there anyone who can verify your story ?
if the first question had been thoughtless, the second one is beyond words; she can not help but to offer the interrogator a frown. "my husband, certainly." she can hope harlon will be as brief as she is; no need to mention the most they had done throughout the evening had been talking before they've went on to sleep as far apart from one another as possible. "i believe there were guards by the doors, as well."
had you ever met the ruling lord melvan arryn ? if so, did you know him or particularly like him ?
"yes. the lord hand was my father's best friend, along with his majesty." it is nothing unknown, and nothing she would like to hide, too. not even olynna's opinion of her own father would be able to tarnish what harlon stark had told her of his brother-in-arms (and she hadn't been around him enough to know otherwise). "we have met a few times, when i was a child, and when his grace came to the north, and throughout the last week. i've known him to be the man my father spoke of, and he was never unkind to me. he sent me a songbird from the mountains for my tenth nameday." she pauses, running a fingernail across the dark garb of mourning. "and he allowed his daughter to accompany me away from their home for many years, the most precious gift i can never be able to repay." she's getting choked up now, thinking of olynna's sorrow, imagining how horrifying her father must have looked, how melvan was not allowed even the partying with his family. "
how do you feel about house arryn ?
"his eldest daughter has been with me for years, and his youngest and i have penned one another for long now. i do not know rolan as well, though i believe his burden has been great." what else is there to say? she had cherished the hand's family almost as much as her own, and she could never have wished them such fate.
how do you feel about the king, orys baratheon ?
unruly reply burns at the tip of her tongue. hadn't she just wed his son, made true an arrangement made without her initial consent and smiled through the entire process? but the question is much like the others, one asked without discerning. "i hold nothing but great respect for his majesty. he is the father that remains to me now, it could be no differently."
apart from the official announcement, did you hear anything worth remembering about the incident or anything suspicious that night ?
what she hadn't heard that night? she had clung to any possible conversation to delay the inevitable and keep herself distracted for as long as possible, yet, it had been all mindless. "i'm afraid my mind was otherwise occupied. it was my wedding, after all." the briefest of smiles, tight and harrowed, crosses her lips.
if you were to slice an apple, which hand would you use ?
once more, confusion takes over her expression. instinctually, she raises her right hand, as if to reach for the glass goblet present at the table, but movements cease as she realizes the intent of the question, causing her features to blanche. "i'm - i'm right handed."
is there anything else you can tell us that would be beneficial to finding the late lord arryn’s murderer ?
promptly, a shake of the head is offered, causing a stubborn strand to slip from beneath her bejeweled coiffure. "only that i wish for the villain to be caught swiftly and put to the king's justice."
