[b]Morgan Stark[/b]

Morgan watched as Willam Lannister left, feeling a sliver of guilt pierce him, a sliver that was quickly brushed away. He wasn't surprised by the Lannister boy's lack of friends. It was widely known that the Lannisters had plunged the land into war. A war that had very nearly starved the peasants. Many of the great houses had no love for the lion although, the Starks and Martells, well they had a special kind of hatred. Morgan however was surprised by Robyn Greyjoy's scolding of him, his sister, and Toran. His face grew hard as she shouted, anger overtaking him. He stayed quiet even after the girl left, contributing to the awkward silence that had settled over the room. [color=silver]"I think that I shall go ready myself for the tournament,"[/color] he said, before bowing and leaving the dining room.

He strode quickly through the castle, anger hastening his steps. He was going through a rarely used hallway, a shortcut that Morgan had discovered the previous day, when he heard voices from around the corner. [color=slateblue]"I assure you my friend. I have found someone to deal with the Arryn's Last Whore,"[/color] one man said, his voice softer than silk. It was a voice that could lure you into a false comfort, a voice that makes promises of gold and glory, before stabbing you in the back. The next voice was rougher, that of someone who had grown up in a castle and was prepared at any minute to cut you down. [color=gold]"I hope you're right. Or else our lord will have your head. And if you show up dead and someone traces it back to the Knights, well there might be some questioning about how well I knew you,"[/color] Morgan moved behind a tapestry as the voices came closer, trying to steady his breathing so as not to be found. [color=silver][i]The Arryn's Last Whore? That's rather rude. Alyssa is rather unconventional but a whore? Well that's a stretch.[/i][/color] [color=slateblue]"Just tell them that I fucked you. I am rather known for getting around and I doubt anyone would care to question you further,"[/color] the first voice said, a much lighter tone in his voice. [color=slateblue]"It will all go off without a hitch. The assassin will kill the girl today at the tourney, her father will declare war on the Iron Throne, enraged by his daughter's death while under the protection of the king, and the Knights will then take the Vale. Having effectively ended the rebellion, the king grants them pardon. It is rather foolproof.[/color] [color=gold]"Unless of course, there is no rebellion. Or the king takes his dragon to the Knights," the second voice said, although the men quickly got out of earshot, and Morgan was in no state of mind to follow them.

[color=silver][i]I need to warn Alyssa, tell her to stay out of the tourney. She's probably left by now, I'll have to find her before the tourney starts[/i][/color] Morgan thought, trying to keep a calm pace as he exited the Red Keep. It was no secret that the Knights of the Moon were getting stronger, they had been for years. But to have friends inside the castle, as well as be planning an assassination attempt? No one expected them to be that strong, ever. As Morgan quickly made his way to his tent, barely noticing as the workers made the final preparations for the days events, he chewed his lips, nervous about what the day would bring.