Sam, who is a boy and definitely not a princess in disguise arrives, following Niklas.


Triumph Plaza has been beset by tables decorated in the colors of House Deepwood. There is food set out in an array to allow for people to mingle and eat if they so desire. But what is left to drink is water and cider. Those servants serving remark to those asking for a drink that the Marquis preferred water above all else. The other reminders in the forms of statues and seats, various different monuments there is a new one. It is a tree carefully transplanted and given space to grow with three benches surrounding it. The first is constructed as if it's meant for the sword that sticks out of it alone. But around the sword on the top of the bench is an inscription. The shade of the oak tree will offer protection for those below. One bench has a lion engraved upon it and the other has oaks clustered together.

The general air is one of quiet but there is a small group of musicians playing. A flute, a lute and a drum. Samantha is dressed in somber deep greens and her dark hair has been braided back away from her face. Nara and Layne are with her but a servant has Layne close by in case the young lordling decides to take it upon himself to get riled up.

She smiles at those that begin to gather and inclines her head. "Thank you for coming." is uttered more than once to those that have come to join the gathered. Samantha finally waits for the group to somewhat settle before she steps forward and folds her hands before her, Nara following her mother and Layne brought up to stand beside her.

"My family would like to thank you all for attending and honoring the memory of the late Marquis-Consort Rymarr Deepwood. A loyal and honorable soul if ever there was one he was the epitome of service and duty. He saw the best and greatest potential in us all and those of you here knew him well enough to remark upon that one very important part of him. There will never be another like him again and those of us that knew him were very lucky to have had the fortune of being familiar with him. Every one of us will feel the loss of his presence in this world but I know he saw his duty to the last and it was always what he wished for. That he might fall defending the Compact rather than wait for meaningless death. Though I wish we had had more time with him I am told that his death was something to be remarked upon. That his men had never seen a moment of more valor than that did that day. I can take heart in that and know that his ideals and beliefs will be shared with us through his children, through me and the others in this life he has managed to influence. I can only hope this memorial tree and benches will be enough to declare his life for all to see for years to come. For generations after this. That Rymarr Deepwood would stand as an example for us all. Always watchful, ever ready. May his rest be peaceful and his ideals long lasting."

Samantha draws her breath and reaches down to take Layne's hand as he reaches up for her own and she nods to those gathered, holding herself together rather well. "If there are others that would like to speak. Be welcome to say a few words in his memory."

Alis clears her throat, stepping up so that she can say a few words about one of the Oathlands own, though first she murmurs quiet words of condolence for Samantha and Layne.

"I would not have said that Marquis Rymarr Deepwood and I were friends, exactly. But, I believe I can say that we were allies. My most prominent memories of him are from watching him perform his duties as a member of the King's Own, where he was ever vigilant in seeing to the safety of the King and Crown. Even during the most boring of routine gatherings between the leaders of the Great Houses, he carried out his responsibilities to the letter. I feel certain that he would have made Lord Commander Dayne proud. That, is the highest form of praise that can be offered to any knight of this realm, but certainly to a son of the Oathlands and a member of the King's Own.

"And while his sense of where his duty lay might have shifted, I have no doubt he continued to display that same sense of honor that is so deeply ingrained in those who walk the path of Knighthood. We had rare chances to work together for common cause, but when we did, I always knew that the venture would lead to success because he would not allow for it to be otherwise and neither would I. He will be missed, he will be honored. We were lucky to have him among us."

Samantha drops The Strength of Wood and Steel, bench seating about a tall oak.

Sam, who is a boy and definitely not a princess in disguise have been dismissed.

"I only had the chance to meet him but a few times," Sabella speaks up from where she stands, "But I found him to be a very brave and clever man with a wonderful sense of humor who went out of his way and often his comfort zone to help the needy. He played a tree last year in one of our summer productions and he made us all laugh with how nervous he was! But he played a very distinguished tree number four and he very much enjoyed being on the stage. He will be greatly missed and I am glad to have known him."

Merek makes a way into the memorial to find a place to listen, although he keeps a little quiet, wearing his cloak about his frame.

Felicia's among those that have come for the memorial, clad in her steel despite the heat in honor of the man that was rarely out of his own. There's a haggard cast to her already pale face, the marks of someone who has probably slept less and maybe cried more than she's willing to show at present. A tight smile is offered Samantha and the benches with a respectful, if somewhat stiff bow before she turns to the gathering herself.

"Marquis Rymarr was as precious to me as my own father... not..." she offers with a ghost of a laugh,"that I'd ever admitted that to him. It was he who, years ago... took a chance on a girl from the Lowers and commended her to his majesty's service. Who helped teach me what it meant to be a knight and the duty owed to the Compact. It was he who organized the Seawatch patrols... a joint effort among many of the martial organizations of the city... and it is with him that I rode in defense of the Lodge. His dedication to the defense of these lands is one rarely matched, and will serve as inspiration throughout my years." she offers in a voice that is hoarse, even if she herself refuses to acknowledge it.

Reedy, a King's Own aide arrives, following Corban.

Sir Floppington the Soulful Hound arrives, following Rowenova.


Samantha stands before the tree and benches that are for Rymarr with Layne in hand and Nara toeing the ground beneath her. The Marquessa has spoken and now others are lifting their memories and remarks about the late lord in turn. Her gaze sweeps first to Alis, giving her a nod and a mouthed thank you before her attention shifts to Sabella. A soft laugh escapes her at the mention of Rymarr as a tree and she squeezes Layne's hand for he calls out. "My father is the strongest tree!"

Quieting her son the Marquessa loos to the Dame next and what is said causes her gaze to lower, Nara's attention distant as the young lady remains standing beside her mother. The Strength of Wood and Steel ever a reminder of duty. She clears her throat. "Thank you for your words. IS there anyone else?"


Quite unusual is that Scout Rowenova show up without heading straight for the refreshments table. No, she and Sir Floppington move closer to where the Grayson couple is, hanging out not far behind Sabella and Niklas here.

Jenessa has been most quiet throughout the duration of the memorial, silent as those come and go, speaking of their own memories and experiences of the Marquis-Consort. The youngest Lyonesse sits with a most solemn air, morose, but her shoulders are squared, her chin lifted. Her eyes flit over the faces, some gaining an expression of recognition, and others not, but when there is a lull in speeches, it's when she rises. Moving with effortless grace and poise, the Voice of House Lyonesse walks up towards the statue, gazing upon it with a fond sort of pride. Inhaling deeply, Jenessa turns to face the crowd, and offers her own words on the departed.

"My brother was, truly, ever ready. Anyone that met him, and knew him well, could not argue the fact. I have never known anyone to be more alert, more vigilant, or more prepared for anything and everything, than Rymarr. They are the characteristics shared by us Lyons, but none held them stronger than he did. What hardships and difficulties came by him, he never faltered, and met them head on with everything he possessed. He had such strength of character, bravery, and resolve of the likes that should be an inspiration to all. I am in agreement that the likes of my brother will never again be seen, for he truly was one of a kind."

"He, at times, was a man of few words, but what he said had meaning, it gave impact, and conveyed everything he wanted in as precise a manner as possible. To some, he might have been quite dour, intense, and no-nonsense, but it was not always so. Rymarr had a delightful sense of humor, and at times, when he was at ease, warmth should shine through his eyes, and a genuine smile would spread across his face. It was a most rare occurrence, but greatly cherished"

"It's difficult to find the words to give his memory justice, but where they may fail, I believe all his actions and accomplishments speak for how great a lord my brother was. I have heard of his last act, of which so many have spoken of its great valor, and I am filled with pride as much as I am with grief. It was very much in his character to do what he did, and there was no other way he wished to go, and it wasn't done quietly. No, my brother, Marquis-Consort Rymarr Deepwood stood till his last against his foe, and with a mighty roar that I believe will be well heard throughout the Compact. He was the greatest Lyon, the best of our time, his is a legend that will never be forgotten."


Hickory, the Deerhound, 1 House Lyonesse Adept Guards arrive, following Cahal.

Having escorted Felicia in to speak, Brogan is not in armor. Brogan is sharing his respect in a far more different set of means. Brogan is not in his usual mix of armor, leather and bear pelt. Brogan is in a fully tailored set of silks, something he has never been seen wearing in public within recent memory, or likely any memory. The Nightgold embrodery is not inconspicuous, and is almost a uniform of sorts. He steps off to the side as Felicia takes her place in order to take a turn to speak. His beard splits into a soft smile as she speaks of her memory and rememberance of the Marquis. A glance towards Samantha and Layne and nods slightly. Smoothing down the unfamiliar clothes, Brogan rumbles. "Like others, I was not so close to Ry-ah, Marquis Deepwood. He was a blunt man at times, which I for one, appreciated. Yet I never heard of him not helping someone out who had the means to work hard for themselves. I never heard of him not defending those unable to defend themselves. His name is a legend of the Kinmg's Guard and the Iron Guard. What more really needs to be said? Our custom up north would be to drown ourselves in alcohol right about now. However, I'd rather honor his particular customs, whatever those are..." Suddenly he just falls awkwardly silent, and rather shuffles off to the side.

Sabella gives a little smile to Layne when he calls out, then turns to listen to the others as they speak, nodding to what Felicia says, then tearing up a bit at Janessa's speech, and giving another not to Brogan's words. When Rowenova steps over she reaches out to clasp her arm, giving it a bit of a squeeze.

Cahal moves to stand by Jenessa's side. He offers no words as he finds his place but instead offers his support by briefly squeezing the Lyonesse ladies shoulder.


Layne's hand is given a squeeze as Samantha listens to Jenessa's words. They cause the Marquessa to lift her chin in an attempt to stay composed but the weariness across her expression is clear enough. Nara watches her aunt from afar and the young girl glances back behind her at the memorial for her father, brows furrowing as she remains quiet, attempting to remain composed like her mother.

A smile pulls across Sam's face and she inclines her head to Jenessa, giving her an understanding look. The compounded kind words and recollections of the late Marquis causes her to clear her throat. "The Marquis would not agree with the alcohol, Lord Brogan but..the sentiment is something to admire. Cider can be partaken of but the Marquis was fond of water. One can attribute that to his need to be ready to act should his duty ask it of him."

She watches each, waiting to see if another would speak on him. "Does anyone else wish to offer words?"


Nova solemnly regards the ongoing ceremony, but she edges closer to Sabella, gently placing one hand upon the princess's hand upon her arm, a squeeze back before she lets go and listens up.

Felicia can't help the flicker of a smile regarding the water, nodding Samantha's way with at least a ghost of her usual grin.

Reedy, a King's Own aide have been dismissed.

There's a slight turn of her head when Cahal moves to stand by Jenessa's side, a nod of greeting offered to the Blackram, and a brief smile of gratitude given for the squeeze to her shoulder. She shifts her attention back to those who offer their words, and slips a hand up to her face, gently rubbing at an eye. It's just a speck of dirt or an eyelash causing irritation, surely.

Merek waits until he is permitted to speak, then he begins to add a bit, "I did not know him I think as well that I should have, though, he was a great person. I am not great with things like these, I just wanted to say that," he admits.

Sir Rhys, a Valardin Knight, Laurene, a military adjutant, 4 Valardin Knights leave, following Alis.


Felicia is shared a look before the Marquessa steps aside and makes room for the view of the oak tree memorial with its three benches just as Merek speaks. "I think we all feel that way to some extent." She nods to him and then motions to the benches. "This will serve as a reminder of his memory. I would hope that any of you that would need to speak with him or remember what he might have said would come here for advice or just in remembrance. He made Deepwood stronger by his presence and now I hope that one of our trees from Old Oak will shade his memory and provide him peace now that we can no longer do so ourselves. Thank you all for your words and your presence. Please mingle, eat, drink and take the time to remember him as you need."

Layne reaches out to touch the carved sword stuck in the first bench, his hand far too small. Nara on the other hand has ducked her head and is not making eye contact presently.


Felicia nudges Brogan with her elbow,"No alcohol here, probably... Rymarr wasn't like that..." she offers a tight smile,"I want to try and catch his sister before we go anywhere, okay?" she says to the Northern lord, tipping her head in Jenessa's direction.

Since it was no longer his turn to speak, it is just as well. Brogan is still looking stunned at the whole 'no alcohol' and 'preferred water' revelation. it is not like the big beareded man is horrified as much as mystified. So he slow blinks watching Samantha speak and offer them all repast. His head turns and he nods rather quietly at Felicia. "As you wish, lead on..." He dips his head to murmur towards her as they go seek Janessa.

Brogan mutters, "Seriously? No Alcohol? ... Just water? ... did he live for so long?!"

When it seems the ceremony is over, Sabella moves towards Samantha to say quietly, "I am so sorry for your loss, Marquessa. Please let me know if there is ever anything you might need, you or your children. The Marquis sacrifice was to protect us all and Grayson is very grateful for it, although we mourn with you that it cost us all so very much."


Sabella's personal words bring Layne forward and he bows to the Princess. "Your Highness," he says attempting to affect a serious look. One can only wonder where he got that from. Samantha watches him but turns her gaze upon Sabella. "Your Highness, your presence here is an honor enough. You are kind but Deepwood will remain strong thanks to all the Marquis did before his untimely passing. Should we need anything though, I will reach out." She inclines her head graciously to her.


Felicia approaches Jenessa and offers her a respectful half-bow before enquiring,"My lady? May I speak with you a moment?"

Cahal gives Jenessa and Felicia a quick smile before ambling off.

Samantha is overheard praising Sabella: A gracious High Lady with a memory of Rymarr to make us all smile.

From the majority has Jenessa sequestered herself away from, lingering near the statue, gazing upon it in silent reflection. She absently fiddles with the House ring upon her finger, idly brushing over the stone or spinning the band around in circles. So distracted is her mind that the young Lyon is unawares of Cahal's absence, but it's the address by Felicia that draws her back to the present. With a quick flutter of her eyelids, the lady half turns to face the woman, brows held aloft in silent question - though does greet with a mild smile, if a bit touched with melancholy. "Yes, of course, by all means. What can I do for you?"

Samantha is overheard praising Felicia: There is no purpose without action. The Dame has a great purpose and wonderful memories.

Samantha is overheard praising Brogan: Silence never will do. Thank you for your kind words.

Samantha is overheard praising Cahal: Support comes in many forms and sometimes there need not be words.

Samantha is overheard praising Rowenova: Support comes in many forms and sometimes there need not be words.

Samantha is overheard praising Merek: Let there not be regret but only hope for tomorrow.

Felicia glances towards Brogan, then back to Jenessa with a small gesture for 'walk with me' by way of offer with a respectful dip of her head, voice dropping low for some measure of privacy.

Samantha is overheard praising Jenessa: Sweeter words could not be found.

Not taking offense, Brogan ambles off in search of this water everyone is talking about.

With a brief incline of her head, Jenessa accompanies Felicia on a walk about the grounds, keeping in close proximity to the woman while speaking conversationally in hushed tones.

Because sity water cannot be trusted, Nova has her a canteen of her own thankyouverymuch. She swigs off the top spigot before capping it off, too.

Having stood off more towards towards the side of the gathering, Gaston was silently watching the ceremony and the heartfelt words that were spoken by those who wishes to share. Listening to the solemn words, the tall Blackram's gaze shifts from each person who speaks to the oak tree and the sword. As the speeches are done, Gaston slowly walks towards that sword and slows to a stop when he is near enough to read the inscription. After reading the words, he closes his eyes, offering a silent prayer.

Sabella gives a curtsy to Layne as he steps forward, perhaps being a bit overly flowery with it, then steps back to let more people get to the Marquessa.

Elizabetta, a disapproving lady-in-waiting, Lily, an aloof lady-in-waiting, 2 Grayson House Guards, Clark, an exasperated guard leave, following Sabella.

Sam, who is a boy and definitely not a princess in disguise leaves, following Niklas.


Noting Gaston praying, Samantha releases Layne to go with his caretaker. Stepping closer to the bench where the Blackram lord prays, she offers a faint smile and lifts her voice to be heard. "My lord. Thank you for coming." She says this softly so that he might finish his prayer or take the time he needs.


When he finishes his prayers, Gaston turns and sees that it was Samantha speaking to him. Bowing his head respectfully, the Blackram says, "I am sorry for your loss, Marquessa. Though I have never met Marquis-Consort Rymarr, both his deeds and your words removed any ambiguity that may have shrouded who he is, even for someone like me." He then turns his gaze from the Marquessa to the inscription once more, "Even through sacrifice, he leads by example. Duty and valor, qualities that will no doubt help strengthen the will of the people in the times to come."


The genteel words bring a smile to Samantha's features. "That is the hope, that he will continue to lead others, inspire them to do great things by their actions. If anyone would be able to do so, it is Lord Rymarr. Thank you. For attending even if you did not know him while he lived. I fear I do not know your name." She says to him, extending her hand in greeting.


As the hand is extended, Gaston extends his own and offers Samatha a firm shake while introductions on his part are made, "I am Gaston Blackram, brother to Marquessa Teagan. And it was an honor to be able to attend the ceremony, Marquessa."


"Please, Lord Gaston, enjoy the food and take your time. You are most welcome to linger," she intones and inclines her head. "Hopefully we might see you around Triumph Plaza or the Grayson quarter more often. I must see to my family. Thank you again," she smiles and steps back, turning to move toward Nara her eldest who has only just begun to show her emotions. "Come." she says to her daughter and begins to usher her off towards the manor.

As Samantha excuses herself, Gaston bows his head respectfully once more, "Thank you, Marquessa."