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Nominally, yes, but the relationship is icy cold and they do the bare minimum while working to recover self sufficiency.
The events of the story, and the Regency Council especially, are leading to a decentralized realm, where the king is losing power and the lords are gaining it. Essentially...
And that's a wrap. 50k words. Story complete. A full day of November to spare. I hope you enjoyed the ride.
I am happy to answer any lingering questions you might have, but just a couple, unstructured thoughts first.
1) The central thesis of the story, and what inspired me to write this, is...
Though the last battles of the war occurred in the year 315 AC, the Baratheon Civil War (colloquially dubbed 'The Struggle of Stags' or 'The Struggle') is considered to have ended on the second moon of 316 AC with the Great Council. Here, the lords of the realm gathered to discuss peace...
Joffrey VI
Joffrey finished reading through the letter, his expression blank.
Rosby, in stark contrast, was grinning like the idiot he was. "Is it not grand, Your Grace?" The lickspittle prattled. "Hightower thinks to host a Great Council. You against, that monster Orys. What lord of sense...
Tyrion II
Baelor Brightsmile, Lord of Hightower, Voice of Oldtown sat comfortably in the seat across from Tyrion. The Lord of Casterly Rock wondered how much of it was an act. Was he too, like Tyrion, projecting a degree of serenity? Were both men lying to one another, putting on a mummers play...
Willas I
The royal court at Highgarden was garden of opulence and arrogance. The high nobility of the Reach had gathered at his father's seat to feast and frolic, to congratulate one another for the victory that had not yet come, yet they all unthinkingly assumed was guaranteed.
Mere months...
Joffrey V
"It is with great jubilation," the herald proclaimed, bringing the whole of the throne room to silence, "that the crown can announce, that the would-be usurper, Steffon, son of the Withered Rose, has perished along the banks of the Red Fork. The traitorous pretender to the throne has...
Pate I
Pate weren't no poacher. His da were, of course, so he was the son of a poacher, but not one himself. He knew this to be true, because when they got caught way back when he was a youngun, his da got the rope, and he got whipped. Poachers get the rope. His da always told him that. But he...
Joffrey IV
Joffrey had grown to detest the small council chamber. It was an ugly room with an oversize table, and full of people who seemed to only present him with troubles. But, as king, this was his task to suffer. If he allowed vital matters of state to be decided without his knowledge, it...
Sansa IV
Sansa's father seldom came to her wing of the Red Keep. The man seemed to shun the woman's side of the castle, too stubborn and blunt for the subtle games of court that women played. Even as a youth, torn from her home and mother, thrown into the grand dance that was the Royal Court...
Jon I
The lands beyond the wall were beautiful.
It was not a thought Jon would have ever imagined having in his youth, nor was it a beauty he would have been capable of seeing. But, as the weight of his near three decades seeped into his bones, it was the crisp air of the lands far north that...
Tyrion I
Tyrion Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, ruler of the Westerlands, lived a farce. He was an ugly dwarf living in a mountain of gold, overseeing the wealthiest land in the Seven Kingdoms. Tyrion could easily imagine some Essosi playwright, thinking themselves all too clever, crafting...
Eddard V
The state of the realm was a snowstorm of dire tidings, each flake threatening ruin. The news was miserable enough that Eddard had little idea what to discuss first. It scarcely mattered, for all was important, and all must be dealt with.
"The armies of the North united with Lord...
Sansa III
The dresses her ladies in waiting had found were beautiful, but Sansa could not focus on them in the least. The fabrics, the cuts, the new styles… she could not engage with them at all. Her mind danced away from the subjects at hand to those more dire.
But Sansa did not permit...
Theon I
Pyke was a miserable castle, windy, cold, and damp. Theon had thought he had gotten used to the blasted thing over the last decade. It's creaks and moans, and its insufferable drafts hounded him and defied his attempts to fix. One would need a treasury greater than Casterly Rock if one...