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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 12, 2008 21:43:54 GMT -5
The palace in which the Summer Throne sits.
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 12, 2008 21:44:57 GMT -5
Lord Samuel Tarly, heir to the Summer Isles, arrives at the palace seeking an audience with his mother.
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Post by Crakehall on May 12, 2008 21:45:08 GMT -5
Samuel Tarly is brought to his mother, who yells his name as she rushes forward to hug him.
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 12, 2008 21:51:42 GMT -5
"Greetings mother, it is good to see you, I am sorry I did not come sooner," he said, embracing her. They drew apart, and he had a slight smirk on his face. "What would you have of me, your grace?"
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Post by Crakehall on May 12, 2008 22:06:20 GMT -5
She laughed and smiled, "I would have you stay here as my heir. Renounce your lordship and give it to one of your cousins. You have always been a son of the Summer Isles more than any other."
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 12, 2008 22:16:32 GMT -5
"Mother I have no desire to be king here, nor anywhere for that matter. I am a son of Horn Hill, you know that, and I have duties to Lord Hightower, and Ser Osney, and the realm. I cannot simply renounce all that and leave," Samuel said softly.
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Post by Crakehall on May 12, 2008 22:18:08 GMT -5
She frowned and called one of her servants for more wine. Looking back to him sadly she asked, "Why?".
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 12, 2008 22:25:58 GMT -5
"I know almost nothing of the Summer Islands, culture nor history. Before today I have not been here since I was a boy. I doubt the people would even accept me as their sovereign, but I do not wish to be a King. Osney was the King for less than a moon's turn and it nearly killed him. I am content in Horn Hill, and happy there."
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Post by Crakehall on May 13, 2008 12:07:32 GMT -5
She didn't respond but sipped her wine. When the wine was almost done she said, "So be it, Samuel."
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 13, 2008 12:10:11 GMT -5
Samuel was watching his mother's face carefully as she sipped her wine, and he saw no changes but could tell she was disappointed. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably aware that he felt like a child again, who knew he was wrong but was not being punished. He almost wished that she would argue, or get angry, rather than her mute disapproval. "I am sorry mother, I was not made to be a King, that is something I know about myself very well, although it pains me to disappoint you so."
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Post by Crakehall on May 13, 2008 12:12:30 GMT -5
"Very well", she said as she turned from him and began to pass judgment on a number of cases.
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 13, 2008 12:18:10 GMT -5
"Good bye, mother, I will write to you soon. I wish to be a part of your life here, even if I cannot accept the mantle of being your heir." Samuel said heavily, and turned to leave.
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