[center][h1][color=brown]"Elden Rowan"[/color][/h1][/center]

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[center]Three weeks of travel was not something Elden concerned himself about. On his fourteenth name day as a present, his father had led the boy to a cavern and left him there to survive; it was Baelor Rowan’s way of toughening his first born up. The child spent a forgotten amount of days in that dark and dingy place and yet it was the most peace Elden had ever felt in his life. The silence, the solitude, the uncontrollable quiet chaos of nature had humbled him. He had never felt happier. It was that thought lingering in the back of his mind that had taken him from the Reach to the Red Keep; that and his loyalty to the Tyrells, more specifically, his loyalty to his Iris.

The conversation was a brief but clear one. Elden had spent his day out in the woods as always, only leaving for a good rough and tumble by the lake with his beloved. Their’s was not a common bond, that much was clear. Did he love her? He wasn’t sure. It never stopped him from fucking anything with two legs but it did give him cause to think. On that day, he returned as always to the Goldengrove to find his ailing father waiting for him. His orders were clear and simple;

[color=green]”The king has called for wards from each of the great houses. Iris will be summoned. Protect her, be her sword[/color]

And thus Elden Axethrower found himself on the Roseroad, following Iris to King’s Landing. He had stayed relatively in the background during the journey; making his presence known only when it mattered; he was certainly not one to stand on circumstance. Elden had only two goals in mind, he had to protect Iris and he would instil terror in King’s Landing. The dark times during the War of the Five Kings had almost brought the noble Tyrell’s House down in Dragon flame. Now Elden had the chance to right that wrong and he would not do it with savvy political moving or clever machinations. Fear was a powerful tool and it was one he intended to use to its full capacity. In this second visit, no one would cross the Tyrell’s not whilst Elden Axethrower of the House of Rowan drew breath and power from the Seven.

His cold steel eyes had not left Iris from the moment the stench of the Capital entered his notrils about five miles back. His grip on his ironwood axe only grew tighter as the entourage of the Lady Flowers approached the gate. She of course did not let it phase her. She was stronger than the oldest oak that one. Elden followed her into the keep in silence, as a knight tried to halt him with an ill-advised hand.

[color=silver]”Name?”[/color]

Elden took the fool’s wrist into his large palm and twisted like a Dornish viper. [b][color=brown]”Hodor”[/color][/b] His eyes narrowed as a smile bust across his usually sullen face. [b][color=brown]”Apologies friend, I’m an Elden Rowan of the Goldengrove. I am Lady Flowers sworn bodyguard. May I continue onwards?”[/color][/b] The knight simply nodded only to be embraced in a hug by the mountain of a man they called Elden. In a hushed whisper, the brute hissed [i][color=brown]”Place a hand on me again, I’ll tear it off and shove it up your mothers worn arse”[/color][/i] 

After brushing passed the knight, Elden found his way into the chamber where the new wards of the King had gathered. They certainly were an eclectic group that was for certain. There were a fair few animals dotted around the room as well, marvellous creatures they were, gorgeous. If for nothing else, he knew he’d get a decent conversation out of the bear maybe. The girls in the room were breathtaking, astounding truly. The noble blood of each of their houses had done wonders for them. Moving behind Iris, he did not utter a word, he knew that she would feel his presence, they had that connection after all.

[b][color=brown]”….”[/color][/b][/center]