[h2]Lord Renault[/h2]
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“Morning old friend.” Greeting his closest confidant with more enthusiasm, knowing that everything was proceeding along smoothly with Marvyn at the helm. Marvyn was Renault’s saving grace in this whole debacle with the realm going down the privy. Without that old buzzard, he’d have gone bald by now. “Good, with any luck we’ll be able to bring some peace to the land.” Especially since he was working with a major player in this kingly nonsense.

Renault scanned thru the blueprints, they were well drawn. From his days of war he looked thru them for any structural weakness that could be taken advantage of. He knew that Ser Kayne had already taken care of such flaws, but a second pair of war stained eyes couldn’t hurt. “We’re gonna need one on that west bank between us and Lord Ryger. You can bet that he's looking at us with hungry eyes now that Starks and Tullys have merged together. We need a first warning as a precaution.” Renault carried a serious dislike of Lord Ryger, that resembled the hate between cats and dogs.

Renault watched as his daughter Stelsa had entered the hall. He knew full well she’d still be buried under the mounds of bedding if he hadn’t called for her. He’d watched her grown into a beautiful young woman much like her mother was. Renault was getting more than slightly vexed with her antics as of recently, especially towards his wife Madeline. With current events and the secrecy with Marvyn he couldn’t scold her as he wanted to at the moment. “Good morning Stelsa. Thank you for yesterday.” Appreciating her behavior despite wearing his late wife Lucia’s dress. Acknowledging her kiss on her cheek.

“You will be inspecting the keep for Lord Tyrion’s stop on his way to King's Landing. It needs to be warm and welcoming. We don’t entertain royalty much anymore, so we need to make him feel at ease.” Entrusting Stelsa with this task since it will be one of her main duties as a wife when he decides to marry her off. They will be lessons she will need to learn soon.

Renault bit into the bacon, crunching it as Madeline came into view, smiling slightly as she entered. His mindset was on business but couldn’t help to show his appreciation for her despite he was focused on other matters. Letting her settle next to him, hoping that the small talk she’d initiate would be received warmly by Radford and Stelsa. 

Intertwining his good hand with Madeline’s looking back towards her. “I’m better that you’ve awakened Madeline. I trust that you slept well?” Renault didn’t use her title, often calling her without the title or by Madie. He didn’t use later to avoid early morning antics from Stelsa. “It appears that Lord Tyrion will be coming around midday. If you’d be kind enough to help plan accordingly for his visit, perhaps the Dornish red from the celler would be an adequate spirit for this evening.” Renault glared at his daughter for a moment, then moved his sight back to his wife. “And thank you for last night, I couldn’t have asked for a better name day celebration.”

Using two of his three fingers Renault pushed the last of bacon into his mouth, followed by brown ale to wash it down. Radford his prodigal son, stronger and quicker than Renault was in his youth. As the saying goes, ‘Like father, Like son.’ He had hoped his son wouldn’t be so quick to act sometimes but still, he couldn’t ask for a better son and heir. Renault’s mind went back to yesterday briefly for a moment as they talked about his marriage possibilities.He truly wished that Radford could marry the Glover woman, maybe he still could if the rebellion was to end soon. Renault, however, would force his son to marry Bethea Kenning if it was required. That, however, was for another time.

“I would be most curious to hear of it. When your duties are taken care of first, our company is coming earlier than anticipated.” He could tell the excitement in his son's voice came from the smithies at work, yes he was going to war but war was never a good thing. Soon his son would see that first hand. 

“Nonsense Corlys, please sit. You’ll be having plenty of time to make up for the instance.” Knowing that the hour was soon approaching that the young man would prove his worth and in turn honor his lord father with a knighthood. “Sit wherever suits your need.”

The stabs kept coming at Madeline, something he was growing quite tired of. Radford making the jest about Stelsa wearing their late mother’s dress was uncalled for. Especially for the heir of his house to make such a gesture. Renault was going to make a comment until the maester had come delivering a message.

Removing his hand from Madeline’s to accept the scroll, turning the scroll around to the seal seeing who it was sent from. Renault looked down at the wax stamp and then to Marvyn, giving some indication of who the sender was. Looking back to Madeline who was looking at the stamp with relative concern. Renault shook his head for her not to mention what she had seen and as they’d converse about it later.

He opened the scroll, his eyes skimming thru its contents. Clenching his bad hand as he often did hearing a particular name. Its contents not enlightening but it did provide insight to his partner's thinking and valuable information. “Ser Kayne it looks as if ‘The Blackfish’ has become Robb Stark’s outrider captain. ” The Blackfish was an extremely sore point for both Renault and Marvyn for well justified reasons. It was often the point when Renault flexed his bad hand.

Looking towards his ward Cedric and feeling sorry for the lad, he truly didn’t know what to say to help the young man in his situation. He would have to speak with him and without the presence of others. To help console him and understand his feelings on the matter. The matter with the Blackfish leaving the Vale to join the Stark Tully rebellion wasn’t what Renault had in mind starting the day with.

Renault’s headache was just about to get worse though. Commotion and chaos was happening outside the doors, he heard it and couldn’t help himself to get up and see what the ruckus was about. His stomach churned as he walked away from the table as the commotion got worse and worse. Finally breaking thru a host peasant came bursting into his home, battered and bloody. “Sorry m’lord they surprised us.” One of the guards came rushing through begging for an apology. Renault just held up his hand motion for him to be quiet.

“What happened? Who’s banner?” Renault demanded as he stood face to face with what looked like the leader of this rabble. “Mi’lord he didn’t have none. But did bid you have these.” The war-ravaged peasant handed Renault. A small dark brown sack, the bottom wet with a substance that he was dreading. Opening the sack and looked, a feeling of rage seething through his being. Hawklings, dead and beaten.

“This ends now! Kayne summon the men now, we're going hunting and it's not ending until I have Lord Ryger’s head on a damn spike! Corlys armor and horse now!” Renault pace quicked towards Radford, staring him dead in the eyes “You want your chance for glory, here it is. Get your damn armor. Kill this bastard and you can marry a goat for all I care!” 

Renault red as the wine last night, he hadn’t been this angry since he’d found out that Rhaegar’s children had been murdered. Looking towards Stelsa, “Take care of them.” Starring towards his daughter for a moment, then to his wife. Motioning for her to walk with him towards the stables outside.