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I could see him as being hired by the conspirators to help them get more men.
The Next Morning Lord John Stark of Winterfell It had been a long night filled with drinking. John was currently draped across his bed, breathing rhythmically. A servant crept quietly into the room and roused the young lord, earning a curt nod and a thank you. John slowly got dressed, allowing the grogginess to creep away, waiting for the next early morning rousing. John had slept in the Tower of the Hand last night, as had most of his entourage. His mother was awaiting him in the dining room where a meal was awaiting him. Shiera was feasting by the window, looking up every now and again to watch him. He took a seat across from his mother, offering a smile. "John, your position as hand is both a blessing and a curse. The Tyrells won't like it. Many people won't. You're young, and they don't trust that. However you wield a lot of power now. I hope you'll use it wisely. I'll be off for Winterfell in a few hours. I know you'll do fine here," his mother said, smiling at him. John breathed in deeply before releasing his breath. "Mother, I'm worried that I won't be able to do this. Daeron is... he's..." John struggled to find the words. He knew them deep down, however he wasn't sure that he wanted to speak them. Finally he made a decision. "I'm worried Daeron won't be a good king," he said. His mother responded with pursed lips. She was thinking. Finally she spoke up. "Don't write Daeron's destiny before he has a chance to pick up the quill. You are the king's Hand. You make sure he doesn't turn the realm to ashes. I'm confident you can do that whether or not Daeron is a good king. John nodded as he stood, having finished his meal. He brushed himself off and Shiera padded over, ready to follow him around for the day. John thought about today's events. There would be a tournament later, a celebration of the coronation that would last for a few more days. John began to exit but turned to his mother before he did. "Please tell Cullen that I'm rousing the king and that he should meet me in Daeron's quarters should you see him. And please write when you get to Winterfell," he said. His mother smiled and nodded and he made his way towards Daeron's room. Lady Gemma Baraetheon Gemma had retired early the night before, not interested in waking up with a pounding headache that would follow her throughout the day. She prepared herself for the day, brushing her hair and dressing in one of her mother's old dresses. Gemma wished she would be allowed to participate in the tournament, however it was restricted to those of lowborn origin. While the crown had treated Baraetheons like shit for two centuries now, they were still of noble blood.Gemma began wandering the halls of the Red Keep, her blue dress flowing behind her as she looked for some entertainment until the tournament began.
Once John and Cullen's conversation wraps up I'm gonna time skip forward a few days.
Lord John Stark of Winterfell John chewed his lip nervously. Of course, John had thought of these things. He knew Cullen would much rather him be at home where he was safe. "Cullen, I know you don't want me here. Frankly, I'm terrified. I grew up here and still, I don't think I can take on this nest of vipers. But Daeron is my friend. And he's dealing with a realm of vipers. So if I am truly a Stark, I will help Daeron in any way I can until he proves himself unworthy of that help. I will keep the position for a while longer. I can always resign if it proves too much. My mother will rule the North in my stead. However I was hoping Cullen, that you would stay here with me. My household guard can only protect me to a certain degree. I need someone with my best interests at heart, someone who I trust with my life. I need another set of eyes and ears. I'd hope that you'd be willing to do that for me," John said, looking over at his vassal.
@josephb Yup
Lord John Stark of Winterfell John was nervously sipping his wine and stroking Shiera's head when he was approached by his vassal, Lord Cullen Sunderland. The man greeted him solmenly, his head bowed in respect. John's spirits were raised at the sight of a fellow northerner. Cullen had been a good friend of John's father and was currently a god friend to John, even one of his most trusted advisers. "It's alright Cullen. You didn't miss much except for the announcement of the new Hand. Also known as the man you're staring at," John said, sighing before taking a swig of wine from his cup. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros Daeron smiled as his cousin, Gwayne, came up to him and offered his congratulations. He and his cousin were close but the age difference between them always kept them distanced. Daeron had known that Gwayne wanted the position he had just rewarded to John but he felt more trust for the Stark than his cousin. "I hope there are no hard feelings about the announcement I just made. It was quite a difficult decision but at the end of the day, I know John better than I know anyone. I can trust him to help me run a kingdom," Daeron said, his face flushed with intoxication. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lady Gemma Baraetheon of the Stormlands Gemma wasn't entirely surprised at Vernan's response to her plan. It was no secret that the lions hated the wolves but she still thought he could put that aside for power. No matter. The Frey had presented a good plan. If they could get the Martells behind them then they may have a shot at winning this war. "Alright Frey. Find allies, then a king. Sounds good. With that I bid you farewell. People might begin to think we're conspiring over here," Gemma said, flashing the knight a smile before drifting away.
Lady Gemma Baraetheon of the Stormlands Gemma smirked as she listened to Jakob try and work out terms of an alliance with the grizzled knight. "I think you two are overlooking something. The king is a Tyrell as well as a Targaryen. I highly doubt that a simple political position will get in the way of the loyalties of family. If swords are drawn, I have no doubt that the Tyrells will side against you. And those are people I'd never want to fight. The Reach can raise 100,000 men, at least. Plus all the forces of the North? We'd lose. However, the Young Wolf is an honorable boy. If he pledged a vow to your family Vernan, than he'd be inclined to keep it. I believe your daughter is not yet betrothed? And Jakob, you want a wife as well? Seeing as how you aren't too hard to look at and seem more than intelligent enough, you are welcome to take my hand in marriage? These are only suggestions of course. If you think there's a better way Lannister then fine. But I won't stand behind you unless I feel confident that we will win. Get the North on our side or out of this war, and you will have all the forces of the Stormlands marching by your side," Gemma said. Gemma was confident that her idea was one of the best there were. She knew that the North could easily win this war for either side. They had skilled commanders and quite a lot of men. Their forces combined with The Reach's would be disastrous for them. They'd need the Starks or the Tyrells under their control if they had any chance of winning this war and seeing their own king on the Iron Throne.
Coolio
Alright I just did a quick look over the IC and from what I gather the ceremonies have concluded and everyone is feasting while John Stark was just named Hand of the King. Did I miss anything?
Yep that's right
Lol I know the feeling XD
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