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[CrimsonMoon]

She glares at him, her blue eyes flash," I will never surrender to the likes of you..." She hisses, her fingers delicately touching the choker, gazing at him,"... Yes I have met him." She answers, regaining her composure

[~echo~]

Valgar merely seemed amused by her display and walked off, leaving her with her Stark guard. He entered his tent again and grabbed his sword, going outside so he could sharpen it.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori reappeared near him and murmurs," They want you to choose all your events now before the rest of the Kingdoms arrive, the Tyrell's should be coming soon..."

Ariella sighs and watches him go, murmurig to the guard," Please... Allow me to be alone..."

[~echo~]

"Hmm," Valgar said. "Do go tell 'them' that I want to do horse racing and houšing. What are the other events again?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Archery and Axe-throwing, come on, you're supposed to pay more attention then I," Rori smirks, crossing his arms over his chest, raising a brow,"... You also met her didn't you?"

-<~>-

Meanwhile Ariella walked through the camp and watches the sparrows dance over the structures of the arena almost enviously

[~echo~]

Valgar glared at him. "Tell them that I will enter those events as well."

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori smiles faintly and murmurs," Do it yourself next time, this is my last favor to you, old man," before walking out again, humming," There is a banquet as well, pretty yourself up."

(What does Vargar look like? Do you have a pic?)

[~echo~]

(Tall, muscular, black hair, silvery eyes. I don't have a worthy picture xD)

Valgar grabbed Rori by the arm and pulled him closer, his grip like iron. He looked down at him. "You owe me all the favors in the world, boy. I picked you up because I pitied you. I now see that that was a mistake. Never speak to me in that manner ever again, do you hear me? I've had quite enough of your mouth."

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori's eyes flashed and a small smile curled his thin lips," No, Lady Veil kidnapped me because you are a fantastically barren man-" he glances down meaningfully before continuing,"- I know you would have my big brother and my father killed if you could but then your bed would remain forever emty except for the occassional unwilling female accompaniment," Rori ripped free and smirks," We may be far from the sea but you know as well as I do that it doesn't make this relationship any harder nor easier, so play along and we can both get through this partially unscathed,"

(I shall accept that challenge! )

[~echo~]

(Ooh yay! )

Valgar released the young man, but then he pushed him to the ground and stood over him, his towering height terrifying. "She is barren. I am not barren," he said, fighting to keep his fury in check. "I'll have you flogged if you ever speak to me that way again. Publicly."

[CrimsonMoon]

(Rori is Lady Veil's son... Not Vagars xD)

[~echo~]

(.... I never put it in his description or okay'd the idea that he was barren. That's kind of powerplaying.)

[CrimsonMoon]

(Well, we could say him and Lady veil were mever able to conceive a son so they had to turn to him)

[~echo~]

(Who is 'him'? Veil's consort?)

[~echo~]

(But that explanation could work because, if I'm not mistaken, some couples just aren't compatible to have kids. That way, Valgar wouldn't be barren and Rori could still be Vein's kid.)

[CrimsonMoon]

(Ok)

Rori merely smiles at his father, getting up," So you won't bully the poor young Heir in public? I wonder if that would harm or help your reputation," he smiles, walking out, waving over his shoulder," Do it yourself, old man."

[~echo~]

Valgar glared at Rori's back, resisting the urge to try his hand at hitting a moving target with his bow and arrow. He clenched his fist and then walked off, found an official, and entered all the events.

[~echo~]

(Bump And I'm sorry if I made you angry about the whole power playing thing. I just didn't really understand Rori's character and why he was a bastard (or which parent was his biologically. So I'm sorry )

[CrimsonMoon]

(S'ok, just been a weird week or so... ^u^)

-T I M E . S K I P-

That night, construction of the great arena finished, a great banquet was held out doors. The smell of roasted meat cooked with herbs and spices along with the sweet scent of alchohol. Rori warmed up easily to the opposing families and from his exampel, the enemies became tense but friendly companions. Ariella sat at one of the long tables, her gold lannister choker flickering ominously in the darkness, her white dress had been cleaned and she looked absoloutely regal... Alas, she turned away from multiple advances and even openly turned away from the Stark representative... Alas, this was much like the Lannisters had been like

[~echo~]

(Okay )

Valgar sat with the rest of his noble friends from Greyjoy and the families from their alliance. He kept throwing glared to the Arryn representatives and talked low under his breath with the leaders of the other houses in the alliance. He looked powerful and foreboding in a fur-lined cloak and a dark shirt. His boots were shined to perfection, and though he didn't really care how he looked, his hair was moderately tamed. He kept one hand on the jewel-encrusted hilt of his sword, which was without a sheikh but was buckled to his waistline.