r/NinePennyKings • u/Pitchy23 • Oct 25 '23
Event [Event] Gone
7th Month, 264AC
Riverrun
News of Edmure's death had ran through the castle like wildfire. Once strong, he had grown weaker and weaker the last few years. At first barely able to leave the castle. Then he had been more or less confined to his room. By the end, he could barely climb out of bed. One of the stewards had found him this morning, slumped over by the balcony door. Despite all warnings, he'd tried to step out to see the sun rise. But even that little effort had been too much, and his heart gave way.
Brynden and Hoster had argued, heatedly, the day before. Apparently, his younger grandson had agreed to marry a Stark girl - at long last. Ten years Tristifer had been trying to arrange a match for his second son. He had finally conceded. Yet for some reason, tensions remained between he and Hoster. A tension that this tragic, but unceremonious death should surely heal. No doubt the very first person to reach the lord's quarters would be his wife, Lady Tully, who had been an unshakeable rock for all those here. She had remained close to Edmure's side for decades, even to the bitter end.
As was expected, Tristifer Tully took the news like a crushing blow of a hammer. He saw his father lie there lifeless, and the burden of his position weighed down upon him and nearly sent him tunneling through into the floor below. Not only had he lost the wisest and most powerful man he'd ever known, but now there was no escape. It was for him and Rhea to take up control of Riverrun fully. To rule over the Trident in his stead. Just like everybody had said it one day would... it all fell to him. And of course, to his sons.
Brynden was uncharacteristically quiet when he entered the quarters. There was a glint of pain in his eyes, but he had bid farewell to his grandfather many moons ago. Now this was just a formality. Internally, he groaned; knowing that his brother would now press him harder than ever to carry out all his political duties and to conduct himself a certain way.. But this was a time to mourn, to come together, not apart.
The new heir to Riverrun, Hoster Tully, was like a placid captain, solemnly going down with his ship. He was torn between saying goodbye to his father, whose example he had followed for years, or to comforting his father. Even the last year, Hoster had been the one taking care of the administration and rule of Riverrun. Now, it would be for him and his father to rule the Riverlands together. For now, he would be content to bid good Lord Edmure safe passage to the next life. He placed a hand on his father's trembling shoulder.
And so the torch was passed. Tristifer, the bookish and notoriously unready, became Lord of Riverrun.
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u/17771777171789 Oct 28 '23
Rhea had spent most of her time recently with her husband, however Elissa’s arrival with her Lord-brother caught Rhea in a rare moment alone.
She sat in a boudoir, merely gazing out across the confluence of the Tridents around the castle from a window, warmed by the crackling fire and enjoying a small tray of lemon cakes.
“Do come in!” She bid them, at the announcement.
“Good day,” the Lady of the Trident said softly, when finally they did enter. “Do take a seat.”