Pledges True
Twenty-Eight Day of the Fourth Month 292 AC
The answer you need does not tarry long in coming for you have long pondered this very matter ever since you first understood the power of magic to make and to sunder, to rule not just men but the very underpinnings of reality. The time has come to reveal some of those long-polished thoughts.
Alignment shifts 10 points to Lawful. Now Lawfully Neutral
"I find myself in a distressing lack of a sword, my friend," you say with a smile, breaking Waymar from the grip of his inner struggle. He looks at you in surprise which quickly turns to wide-eyed shock. Let no man say that Waymar Royce is slow of wit for all his tender heart and prickly pride.
"Here? Now?" he blurts out before blushing crimson. Not how he imagined the moment, you should have guessed it would matter.
"Only should you prefer," you answer solemnly. "As soul as loyal and as true, a heart as bold as yours are rarely seen and any lord would be wise to cherish them, but if it please thee another time and place of your choosing will do just as well." Then with a hint of humor to make it understood that he is your friend before aught else you add. "Though I fear you shall still have to lend me a sword..."
He laughs a little unsteadily, but it serves its purpose. "I'm too young..." he tried dutifully, though his eyes shine with a fierce hope.
"Daemon Blackfyre counted a year less then you when he was knighted, and though he was a scourge upon my house none can say he was not a fierce fighter and fell-handed. Yet what is Daemon Blackfyre, slayer of men to one who has faced the horrors you have stood against unflinchingly at my side? In this new world there will be need for knights that wield sorcery also and know its secrets."
For a long moment there is silence, then Waymar speaks softly, his gaze sliding from yours. "I wasn't brave... a couple of times all that kept me fighting was the surety that I had to win or die."
It's all you can do to keep back a disbelieving laugh the young Royce would take amiss. Instead the nervous energy drives you to walk across the room before turning to face him again. "What did you think bravery
is? To be without fear in the face of deadly peril? If so I freely admit to never having known such
bravery and glad am I for it as it would be nothing more than starkest madness."
He searches you face looking for something... and whatever it is he finds it for the valeman's posture relaxes. Nonetheless he replies. "I occasionally feel less brave than a girl who counts seven years and one of one and ten come to that."
"Imagine if you will being Daenerys' elder brother," you answer with weariness that is
mostly affected.
"Imagine what it will be like in ten years time," Waymar jests. The silence is more comfortable now, heavy only with thoughts. "I would like my family to see me knighted," he says to your shock.
Turning to the window you look out towards the west. "I will not begrudge you seeing your home, Waymar, but I fear Runestone will give a cold welcome to Viserys Targaryen,
pretender to the Iron Throne." The word almost sticks in your throat but you grimly force it out. Perhaps one day you shall summon Lileath to
thank her for the vision of the twisted hateful thing of curdled pride you might have become.
"Not so cold a welcome as you might imagine," Waymar's eyes fall to the half-written letter. "Jon Aryn is an old man and seldom at his lordly tasks for he must needs rule in the king's stead, and his heir is unchancy or so father writes... That sounds strange to say after all we have seen."
"You will have to forgive me for I do not grieve for the Old Falcon's misfortune," you say, the words dust-dry. You might forgive the Kingslayer the final blow aye even the lord of Winterfell for he was sore tested and cared for one of your blood as best he could these past eight years, but it is hard to show any understanding for the man who is by all accounts the guiding hand behind the Usurper.
"Of course," Waymar nods gravely. "What I meant to say is... father would meet with you if you come by stealth and he will guarantee your safety for the meeting, a guest under his roof-tree." He fidgets in his seat as he speaks, the implications of the offer obviously setting him ill at ease, though his gaze does not waver.
What do you reply?
[] Accept Yohn Royce's Sub Rosa invitation
[] Politely decline the invitation
[] Write in
OOC: Oddly enough Viserys has come full circle, he was Lawfully Neutral at the beginning of the quest.