"Robb, I'm a Dornish girl in the north set to marry a northerner if that isn't the most ridiculous thing you've had ever heard"
"It's not, you speak about white walkers as if they're real."
{Favion the eldest Crayne child who was raised by the Martells as a ward- penalty for his father's betrayal of the family.}
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The blistering cold of the grand hall was the first thing Favion noticed when he entered. The second was how the quiet of the room was so close to silence, if it weren't for the echoes of careless chewing and the slurping of liquid from a goblet - he could tell because of the clanging noise it made against teeth, metal. Most likely silver. Favion had been taught to observe a room with all his other senses before resorting to sight. Like a primal animal on the hunt for prey, he had to take everything in. That was how he'd learned to fight, though he had no intent to wield his weapon right here and now it seemed the habit had caught the best of him
Borin, nudged his elder brother shaking from his trance he bowed his head down, as expected. Only when he cast his head up, did his dark eyes gaze across the room taking in every inch in a matter of seconds he had been trained in that too being as swift with his eyes as he was with his sword. Oberyn had mad the perfect solider, out of Favion. The slurping noise had come from the king though the goblet was now in the squire's hands, the king's face was still hot and blotchy from excessive consumption of alcohol. This is the man who'd defeated Rhager, Favion had been expecting someone great. "Your grace" both the brothers chimed in sync one voice much higher than the other.
Favion saw now the munching noise came from the Lannister's imp who was picking off grapes from the bunch one by one. He had no purpose for being here other than him having taken interest in the bastard girl. He'd always been keen on the underdog success tale, for women marriage was their chance at success He thought of his own sister, wife of the great king Robert even in his head great was said in a sardonic tone.
This great king turned to Ned who was stood beside the king who'd managed to turn neds chair into his own throne
"I'm pissed drunk but I ain't blind this boy ain't edger !you said edger was coming!"
Favion's eyes flickered to his younger brother beside him trying to read his expression. He found it shared the same look of disbelief that Favion could only assume was written on his own. This was their king, everything the Martel's had told him growing up was true; he was a lazy biggotted drunk and a oblivious puppet of the Lannister. Soon his rule would fall, but today was not that day. Favion wondered what would happen to his father when it did; his father who had betrayed his own kingdom for this so-called "King" his father who is hated by so many people for that choice. He thought of what would happen to his sister, the fierce but soft hearted and so far from her true home.He thought of his youngest brother who'd never known a home other than the north, but roamed the lands so freely without a blade at his side because he belived in peace. How could he tell his brother that peace frugile think capable of wilting as quick as a flower with no source of light? Perhaps the day the kingdoms fell would not be in their lifetimes, he prayed that it wouldn't be.
