A third day passes where they stop once to get some more food at a tiny village. Sigmund is still kept fed and watered with the two flasks a day of water, and a bag of some vegatable in the morning and some salted meat in the evening.
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A third day passes where they stop once to get some more food at a tiny village. Sigmund is still kept fed and watered with the two flasks a day of water, and a bag of some vegatable in the morning and some salted meat in the evening.
Sigmund's back was sure aching. The time being cooped up in a barrel was not fun to him at all. He sighs lightly and wonders when they would arrive.
Then, then the worst thing for the kidnappers happens, the barrel tumbles out of the back somehow and smashes on the road. They are frozen for moments waiting to see what had become of the kidnapie.
Sigmund feels a free fall then a couple thuds before the barrel smashes open. He rubs his head since Sigmund hit it hard on the wood.
Ow! Damn that hurt...
Three men jump off the wagon and run after Sigmund, the other two staying to guard it.
If you let that man get away I'll hang the lot of you, and cut your tongues out for good measure!
By the time Sigmund stood up, the trio were already there. He raises his hands.
Woah woah woah! Easy...I wasn't gonna run anywhere. I don't even know where we are and it wouldn't help me in the slightest if I ran.
Though in the back of his mind, he wondered if this was gonna help his search at all.
As the men hauled him back to the wagon a piece of coast was easily visible. When they get him in they tie him up and put a blindfold over his eyes, but the damage is done.
Sigmund takes note of the coast...they were either heading north or south along the Narrow Sea's coastline. He remained silent when they did this, thinking to himself.
The men keep travelling, and travelling, and travelling, and travelling, until they finally approach a gate in front of a city. They go into the gate and meander through the streets for hours before reaching their destination.
Sigmund was awakened by the sounds of a living street. He wondered where they were now...hopefully their journey would be over soon though.
They turn into a compound, one of many along this street and are taken to the person who paid for his capture.
Sigmund sits there for now, listening carefully to anything...but too much noise. He sighs.
He is taken from the cart a brought into a very large room, large enough that even his footsteps can be heard echoing. His blindfold is left on but a man starts talking to him.
Who are you?
Sigmund sits there. He remains silent for a bit, before speaking.
Sigmund...my name is Sigmund.
The man rolls the name over his tongue for a bit before responding,
Sigmund, where did you come from?
Sigmund remains silent for a bit...then speaks.
Westeros. I was born in the Stormlands and continue to live there.
You speak well and carry much money, what were you in Westeros?
I believe my surname should be sufficient...I am of House Swann. My name is Sigmund Swann.
Swann, a house that fought... To overthrow my parents from the throne held. To kill my father in a battle, and my mother in a keep.
Sigmund blinks when he says that...to overthrow his parents? It can't be. Sigmund looks up slightly.
I do not hold the same values as those who overthrew your family. I only joined in the invasion of the Dorne, towards the end of the war. Proclaiming that my father's recent death was delaying my involvement...for my true loyalties lie elsewhere, not with those Tyrell usurpers. The one of my house who supported the rebellion...was my idiot brother. A whelp who believes himself to be mighty and smart...just a drooling child.
He sighs lightly and looks to the side.
The King believes himself invincible from defeat and victor over all and any...a disillusioned ruler. A parasite that preys upon the legacy built by his father...