Flashback scene - Ser Arstan returns to Starfall
Random flashback scene.
Ser Arstan: ME (degausser on Fan Forum)
Lady Asheria: Sofia (MovieManiac on Fan Forum)
Ser Arstan Estermont
The years in which Ser Arstan had last stepped foot within the boundaries of Starfall were almost too many to count. He felt peculiar as he stared up at the large castle, feeling like a stranger at one moment, then feeling like it was his homecoming the next. When he closed his eyes he could see Starfall as the young boy he had once been; a wondrously large place to run around and get lost in. He could hear the echoes of running feet on the gravel outside the Keep and the laughter of a man who would later become more of a father than the man whose blood he shared had ever been. The memory had been from his youth; he and a stable boy had been playing some game or another and the Lord of Starfall watched from a perch with his wife and infant daughter. Arstan smiled at the memory; it disappeared just as quickly the moment he opened his eyes again.
The castle was strangely quiet. He imagined it had been quiet the day the Late Lord Dayne had passed as well. Ser Arstan was in another city wearing a cloak of White and serving the King of the Seven Kingdoms when a raven brought him the news. The news devastated him, not only because he had not been at the man’s side during his last days, but also because his duty prevented him from attending the funeral. A man of the Kingsguard has but one liege lord; one father. King Maegor Targaryen II had been his at the time. Yet when he had been unceremoniously dismissed from the King’s side six months ago, he traveled almost everywhere that was not Starfall. The guilt slowly ate away at him every day that he allowed himself to rot in some off the beaten path brothel or pub. The ale did not make him feel any better, nor did the whores, and Arstan knew only one thing would help him get his life back on track.
He needed to go home. And this had been the only home he had ever known.
It was only after he let out a long heavy sigh that he even realized he’d been holding his breath. The amount of time he allowed to pass before coming to pay his respects to the late Lord Dayne was inexcusable, but he was here finally. Shielding his eyes from the hot sun beating down on him from above, he glanced about the courtyard wondering why no one had come to receive him yet. In the corner of the courtyard he spotted a young brunette women. Ser Arstan might have thought she was dressed curiously, but customs were more lax in Dorne than the rest of the Seven Kingdoms. It was not uncommon to find a woman dressed in clothes better suited for a man, or practicing with a bow and arrows much like she appeared to be. He slowly trudged over to where she was practicing and cleared his throat so as not to startle her. “Pardon me, miss. Might you be able to point me in the direction of Lady Asheria Dayne?”
Ser Arstan: ME (degausser on Fan Forum)
Lady Asheria: Sofia (MovieManiac on Fan Forum)
Ser Arstan Estermont
The years in which Ser Arstan had last stepped foot within the boundaries of Starfall were almost too many to count. He felt peculiar as he stared up at the large castle, feeling like a stranger at one moment, then feeling like it was his homecoming the next. When he closed his eyes he could see Starfall as the young boy he had once been; a wondrously large place to run around and get lost in. He could hear the echoes of running feet on the gravel outside the Keep and the laughter of a man who would later become more of a father than the man whose blood he shared had ever been. The memory had been from his youth; he and a stable boy had been playing some game or another and the Lord of Starfall watched from a perch with his wife and infant daughter. Arstan smiled at the memory; it disappeared just as quickly the moment he opened his eyes again.
The castle was strangely quiet. He imagined it had been quiet the day the Late Lord Dayne had passed as well. Ser Arstan was in another city wearing a cloak of White and serving the King of the Seven Kingdoms when a raven brought him the news. The news devastated him, not only because he had not been at the man’s side during his last days, but also because his duty prevented him from attending the funeral. A man of the Kingsguard has but one liege lord; one father. King Maegor Targaryen II had been his at the time. Yet when he had been unceremoniously dismissed from the King’s side six months ago, he traveled almost everywhere that was not Starfall. The guilt slowly ate away at him every day that he allowed himself to rot in some off the beaten path brothel or pub. The ale did not make him feel any better, nor did the whores, and Arstan knew only one thing would help him get his life back on track.
He needed to go home. And this had been the only home he had ever known.
It was only after he let out a long heavy sigh that he even realized he’d been holding his breath. The amount of time he allowed to pass before coming to pay his respects to the late Lord Dayne was inexcusable, but he was here finally. Shielding his eyes from the hot sun beating down on him from above, he glanced about the courtyard wondering why no one had come to receive him yet. In the corner of the courtyard he spotted a young brunette women. Ser Arstan might have thought she was dressed curiously, but customs were more lax in Dorne than the rest of the Seven Kingdoms. It was not uncommon to find a woman dressed in clothes better suited for a man, or practicing with a bow and arrows much like she appeared to be. He slowly trudged over to where she was practicing and cleared his throat so as not to startle her. “Pardon me, miss. Might you be able to point me in the direction of Lady Asheria Dayne?”