Thread: Rise to Power

Dominic had no idea that Dru had not moved into the room until he warned her against it but in truth he wouldn't care about it at all if he had found out that she had. That room was his by right, several of the families treasures were kept in there including the Valaryian steel long sword known by the simple name Bane. It was the sword that was passed through the family with the crown, usually given by a father to his heir apparent but because of his unexpected death his father had not passed it on. Dru might think that she could claim the crown but there was no way that she thought she would be worthy of taking the sword and employing it on a battlefield. Though not quite as skilled as his elder brothers Dominic had been raised to wield a sword, trained when he was young with short dulled blades but also taught the use of a longsword. The guards at the door though were an amusing touch, the House guard of their family might be skilled but they weren't on the same level as his kings guard. Eight against two might be a hard fought fight but even if he lost a single white cloak it would just give him another spot to fill with a worthy member of a house that could offer him support. It was even more fortuitous that one of the kings guard at his side was Ser Jamie Lanister, considered by most to be the most skilled knight in all the Seven Kingdoms and a good choice for the next Lord Commander when Dominic got around to it, especially considering the support his family could bring him. For a moment he considered having Jamie strike them down just so he could get in but instead the men stood aside, four staying at the door and another four entering with him, making no move to keep his knights from his side. They didn't even demand the weapons be handed over. Ser Jamie... Dominic said after a few moments of thought as they entered the room, not even bothering to whisper. Though the men who watch us are currently in the employ of my House, and only obeying the words of my sister as if their duty... if any of them even look as though they intend to lay a hand on my or bar my path then you have my blessing to cut them down. Ser Trant, the same instructions of course apply to you. If only Ser Barristan had not retired for the night, Trant might be good enough to be a white cloak but he was not in the league of either his remaining brothers. Hell the Bold might be able to cut down all eight by himself without breaking stride despite his advancing age. Pushing such thoughts on what he might need away for the moment, noticing that the guards stood further back from him after the order he gave Dominic approached the fireplace, over which Bane was hung with care. Delicate reverence was used as Dominic took down the sword, admiring the black blade with the red tint to it where it caught the light, a pity they couldn't make more swords of this nature... practically unbreakable, razor sharp, and balanced like none other... this was the sword meant to be held by a king and with a smile Dominic sheathed it and hung it from his belt. Then, with what he had truly come for Dominic made his way towards the bathing chamber where he knew he would find his sister, not bothered in the least by her state of undress as he looked down at her with a small sneer. Well dear sister, I did instruct you to remove yourself from these chambers did I not? He asked, knowing full well the answer. There must be consequences to these actions... Ser Jamie and Ser Meryn, I would like the two of your to remove everyone but my sister from this room, by force if needed and then guard the door. We are not to be disturbed. He would need to teach her a lesson, one that would be sure to stick.