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

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Interacting with: [@Sherlolly][@Lionheart]

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[center]Elden’s idle hands began ringing each other, cracking his bruised and flakey knuckles. They had not been used in a week, not since the Axethrower had to deal with a deserter from Lady Flower’s riding company. He was itching for one of the arrogant little lords to talk up, he needed a release the tension which meant a good violent beating or a good violent fucking, he was good with either or. His bright eyes narrowed as he scanned the room, noticing one of his kind by the Lannister boy; another guard. Strangely there weren’t too many dotted around the room with the other new Wards of the King but the one with the young lion stood out, a female guard…interesting.

The Ward from the Vale shortly arrived and was already sturring the pot; these noble houses and their politics. The whole thing bored the Brute near the point of tears. When push comes to shove, no words would stop Elden’s axe from splitting your head in half, so what’s the point in trying? The Stark girl was eyeing him, sizing him up of course. He had not uttered a word since entering the Keep, most of course would be able to assatain his role in all of this. He was there for Iris, for her protection for as those who worship the Lord of Light, [i][color=brown]”the night is dark and full of terrors”[/color][/i]. Oh these brats new nothing of the terror the pride of Goldengrove was bringing with him.

Just as a good bodyguard should, Elden listened as Iris spoke of how pretty the other girls were, the hint of venom in her words was prominent to his now well trained ears. Her tone shifted to an all too familiar sarcasm and Elden even managed a slight smile. The two of them certainly were of a unique breed. His smile was soon replaced by something else as the Baratheon boy spoke up;

[color=fff200]"The Tyrell's haven't lost their thorns I see. No wonder they haven't done anything noteworthy in a century. It's really a shame, once such a great house reduced to verbal slander. You once had so much power, yet where are you now?"[/color]

Finally moving from behind his beloved, Elden locked on to Brandon’s smug features and let his own lips curve into a more sinister smile as he spoke for the first time. [b][color=brown]”Baratheons. Ours is the Fury. I see no fury here. I see arrogance, it’s unbecoming. I’ll give you fair warning stag, I am not bound by any restraint or law. Cross us again, I will cut out your tongue and feed it to your pretty sister. Am I clear, sunshine?”[/color][/b] His voice was deep and calm, like water from the narrow sea. He did not need to raise his voice or his, his presence did most of his talking for him.

His gaze was slightly taken by what might be the final newcomer, a Greyjoy by the discreet but noticeable sent of Seawater. A man called Sands interrupted whatever ongoing conversations were happening to tell them of the coming Targaryen. Oh how little Elden cared.[/center]