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Isleífr applauded his dear broedr for winning the marriage speedrun, with a record time of 31 years.

Ser Hodrick polished his helm well in preparation for this occasion.

"Emperor's will be done." Ser Hodrick clenched his fist, standing among his peers and the Emperor, as the call for Imperator was hailed.

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"Woe unto the beardless," Isleífr repeated, a stone sharpening against the edge of his axe.

Name: Ser Hodrick Swann Title: Knight of the Heroes Chapter Horse Name: Prancer

Isleífr gave a thumbs up.

Isleífr prepared his best mules.

Isleífr sat in growing silence before the hearthflame, his discolored right hand squeezed into a fist. For the first time in years, that hand felt truly like his own again. The Norn smiled, throwing back a tankard of mead with a hearty chuckle. Vengeance never tasted so sweet.

Name: Ser Hodrick de Swann Affiliation: The Kingsguard Relevant Titles or Aliases: Ser Hodrick of the Vale

It was a dark, and long night. Restless sleep troubled Isleífr once again. Tossing and turning. It was usual, but this night was different. The Norn knew something had gone deeply awry, And in his dreams he was assured of vengeance.

Ser Hodrick looked to the rising sun, and when the swans bowed upon the lake, the Knight knew there had been borne two sons.

"I shall rally to the aid of Louis." Isleífr promised.