| An Alternative Solution |
| Summary: | Ruter presents Lord Blackwood with a more — unconventional solution to the Stonebridge dilemma. |
| Date: | May 5, 2012 |
| Related Logs: | Lots of…Stonebridge stuff. |
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| Guest Suite — Tordane Tower |
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| A modest room but with a large high bed that is set with four posts in rich mahogany. A blue rectangular rug is angled in the center of the room. A chest for storing the visitor's goods is at the foot of the bed and a grey blue cover settles over the bed. A hearth to the right of the windows which rests between it and the bed is done over with a iron screen meant to be removed when in use. A pair of chairs rest near the window and about a small circular table set with a candle. On the same wall as the door rests a low chest of drawers, a basin for water and a few wooden mugs rest there for use. |
| May 5, 289 |
A knock comes to the door of the suite where the Naylands have stowed Lord Blackwood. Soon following comes the door opening as a man at arms in Tully livery shows the Nayland Lord in. A hastened "Ser Rutger to see you Lord Blackwood." follows. A nod passed to the man before Rutger is bowing. Curt and short. "My Lord."
Daemon Blackwood has the audacity to not look pleased to see him. He is in low conversation with his secretary when Rutger arrives, and does not look particularly pleased to be interrupted. "Yes, Ser Rutger?"
Rutger raises a brow before he is clearing his throat. "I am sorry and did not intend to interrupt," the Nayland states. "I shall be brief." He iterates, "I wish to talk to you about Stonebridge."
"How surprising," Blackwood says in a dry tone. "If you don't have any new information to offer other than your personal insistence I should advise Lord Tully on the side of the Naylands, ser, I'd appreciate you not wasting my time."
Rutger smirks before shaking his head. "I don't intend to do that. I am quite sure Lord Tully is pissed as punch at my lackwit Lord Brother and more so at my cousin." A brief pause. "I believe no one should get it."
Blackwood's brows hike upwards as Rutger manages to surprise him. "Certainly a novel solution," he says. "I don't think Lord Tully is quite ready to abandon it, though."
Rutger smiles briefly. "Nor would I say to," he states. "My proposal is different my Lord." And then Rutger comes closer. "Instead of one contentious family.." A pause. "How about something unconventional?"
Blackwood studies him a long moment, as if he can piece out his motivations without further talk. But eventually he simply asks, "What did you have in mind?"
"Four Lord Mayors to rule the town. One Nayland as we have seen it the longest. One Mallister, One Man Lord Tully can choose and." Here he pauses "Lady Danae Tordane." A smile there. "As there should be a King approved Tordane here."
If possible, Blackwood's brows lift even higher to his hairline. "A bold plan, ser."
Rutger nods. "Too many people want a Stonebridge beyond my family, my lord," the Nayland admits. "And recently the town has not seen peace. I would see it have peace finally." And there he looks to Daemon. " I think this could work till tensions die down and force unity and stability here. If it fails Tully can do away with the mayors and appoint who he likes." A glance to the door. "I'd suggest you for Tully's man and I'd give you more power incase of deadlocked issues." A beat. "And I would suggest myself for the Nayland contingent."
Blackwood's manner flattens somewhat. "How kind of you," he says in an even, careful tone, "to keep me in mind. But I am sure that, if Lord Tully finds such an idea to his liking, he will take care to choose whom he will."
Rutger bows his head. "Pardon my boldness, my lord. My statement was not a hook, but my preference speaking. I know you to be judicious and to the point. I line that," he states. "I trust Lord Tully's judgement on whomever he picks if he likes my bold plan and institutes it."
"Well." Blackwood gives the Nayland a narrow look before returning his gaze to his secretary. "I will keep it in mind when I report back to the Lord Paramount."
Rutger nods. "Of course Lord Blackwood," Rutger says as he eases back to the door. "I hope your stay finds you well. And that my family leaves you be."
His smile bland and thin and not reaching his eyes, Blackwood replies, "I have ever hope for that as well, ser." And then he resumes ignoring him.
Rutger used to being ignored slips back out, quietly.
