Lockhart, Q.

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

@VSPLGW05 Take 6,000 Thistles, Miss Davenport.
You are hereby assigned to the Northern Borders for your next two-week post.

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

To all the Garrison’s Recruits,

Two weeks have passed since your enlistment. As of today, those who’ve completed their duties without fail will receive their first pay and be formally recognized as soldiers of Castamere.

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

@VSPHYJ01 6,000 Thistles. Report to the Southquill Borders in a two week post.

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

@VSPCHW02 Take 6,000 Thistles, Vesper. As for your post, you’re assigned to the Castle Gates for the next two weeks.

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

State your name below this post to claim what is due. Any delay will be treated as dereliction.

That will be all.

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

You will also be reassigned to active posts across the kingdom. Stand ready—service does not pause for ceremony.

Recruits no longer. From this moment forward, you bear the full weight of the uniform.

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

@SVRILIAC Drink all you want. Just don’t choke on it.

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

@SVRILIAC You should wonder less. It might keep you out of trouble.

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

@SVRILIAC Are you trying to prove something, Crest?

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

@SVRILIAC If they have, they failed.

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

@SVRILIAC You’re enjoying this too much.

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

@SVRILIAC Unlike you, I don’t see the appeal in collecting fleeting amusements.

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

@SVRILIAC If I wasted my breath like you, Castamere would fall before sunset.

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

@CASTAMERERPW https://t.co/T0O5ULogwg

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

Quenzio lingered near the edge of the ballroom. The perimeter was secured. His men, though in silks and masks, moved with the discipline of trained blades. Every guest, every carriage, every retainer had been inspected, logged, and cleared. No threat had slipped past him.

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

He sighed quietly, shifting his weight. The night was young. Unfortunately.

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

Quenzio lingered near the edge of the ballroom. The perimeter was secured. His men, though in silks and masks, moved with the discipline of trained blades. Every guest, every carriage, every retainer had been inspected, logged, and cleared. No threat had slipped past him.

[Lockhart, Q. @SVRQUENZIO]

Partly to oversee. Partly to avoid Goldcrest’s taunting grin. And mostly to evade the Queen, who, last he saw, looked far too pleased with the idea of dragging him to the dance floor.