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I want to do a D*C post but it's like I can't even wrap my brain around the amazing weekend I had so it's still all settling in my mind. I will tease you with this: the highlight of my weekend was Tricia Helfer, model extraordinaire and quite literally the most beautiful woman on the planet, told me I was prettyInstead, I am shamelessly stealing
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“To hell with my wife,” Saul said, taking his hand back and turning to leave Ellen. “And if I hear one more ‘Your Grace,’ I’ll put your head on a spike. We’re more than that.”
“I haven’t forgotten,” Bill told him, though it was more difficult when your friend was the king of the Seven Kingdoms. “Tell me about old Lee.”
Saul shrugged, looking pained again. “The damndest thing, Bill. One day he was fine, and then the next... the fever burned right through him.” He shook his head, his crown reflecting the dull light of the torch. “I loved that man.”
“We both did.” They had spent years in his care.
“Bill,” Saul started, putting an arm around his brother’s shoulders, “You must be wondering why I’ve come here.”
“Your inspection of the Wall is overdue,” Bill suggested, though he had a feeling this was not the case. The Wall was seen now as more of a guardian against nothing, though winter was coming. It was long overdue.
Saul waved the very idea away. “The gods-damned Wall has stood for eight thousand years, and it’ll keep a while longer. Eight thousand years longer. No, Bill, I’ve come north because these are dangerous times, and I need good men around me, men like Lee Nagala. Men like you. I want you down in King’s Landing, not up here where you’re no damn use to anybody.” Taking his arm back, Saul faced him. “Lord William Adama, I would name you Hand of the King.”
As he often did when he was not in a rage, Saul gave his command like he was vaguely embarrassed to be giving it, and wished to hurry it up. Bill couldn’t say he was very surprised, and dropped to one knee.
“I’m not worthy of the honor.”
“If I wanted to honor you, I’d let you retire. You’ll hate this more than you know. I want you to run my kingdom while I drink and whore my way into an early grave.” Saul smiled, happy with his circumstances, as he had every right to be. “You know what they say, about the king and his Hand.”
“‘What the king dreams,’” Bill said, “t’he Hand builds.’”
“Or, ‘What the king eats, the Hand shits.’” Saul threw his head back with raucous laughter, and it rang down the halls and around the dead Adamas, cloaked in darkness. Bill did not join in.
“Dammit, Bill. You Northerners are too cold for jokes. You helped me win this damn throne, now help me keep it. We would’ve been brothers long since had my Ellen lived, bound by affection as well as by blood. It’s not too late, dammit. I have a son, you have a daughter. We’ll marry Liam and your Anastasia and bound our houses, as Ellen and I might have done.”
The idea pleased Saul, though it startled Bill. “How long have you been planning this?”
Saul looked at him. “How old is your daughter?”
This did earn Saul a laugh. There were worse things than having his daughter wed a prince, though Liam looked entirely too much like the Cylon side of his blood for Bill’s taste. And for Laura’s, he knew without asking.
“Say yes, dammit. Come to King’s Landing. We’ll teach you how to laugh again down south.”
“If I could have some time to consider these honors,” Bill trailed off. Laura would not be pleased with this at all.
“Of course, of course.” Saul clapped an arm around Bill, “Mull over the honors, talk it over with Laura. But don’t keep me waiting too long. Caprica’s itching to appoint her brother, and there’s only so long you can hold off a Cylon. Tenacious, the lot of them.”
That was one word for them, though not the one Bill would’ve chosen.
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I'm glad you enjoyed it! :D
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Oh Bill! Oh Saul! Oh Ellen! And even Richard! WHY ARE YOU SO GENIUS!
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I'm so glad you enjoyed it, bb! I know it's not super heavy on Lauros, but I wanted to include so many things that this seemed the best way to go about it.
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