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Post by Princess Carmesí Martell on Aug 2, 2012 9:22:07 GMT -5
A set of rooms set aside for the use and enjoyment of Lady Hightower
It was something of a loose ritual for Isolvelle to spend some part of the late afternoon in one of the wide antechambers of her own small bit of the Hightower. The light from the broad, west-facing windows at that time of day was perfect for reading and it gave the tower's surrounding countryside a rose-gold hue which always spoke of a dream or a memory to the new Lady Hightower.
It was there on this particular afternoon that she sat wedged into the alcove of once such west-facing window with her knees pulled in towards her and one eyebrow higher than the other, her nose buried in a manuscript. She was reading a river ballad written in the old Rhoynish fashion about a hero of long-ago and far-away--a place, it seemed, where heroes were curiously commonplace. It was set on the banks of the Greenblood, and brought on that familiar brand of nostalgia which makes one feel impossibly far away from one's own past.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 2, 2012 9:30:32 GMT -5
Nym found her way up to the chambers one day.
She knocked on the door and waited, not knowing what she was disturbing.
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Post by Princess Carmesí Martell on Aug 3, 2012 10:41:07 GMT -5
Isolvelle reacted in much the same way that most do when caught singing to themselves--she froze and looked abashedly around to see who had snuck up on her--when she realized the noise she's heard was nothing more than a knock at the chamber door she giggled to herself and called out "Come in, please!"She thought the door must be open; otherwise she herself wouldn't have been able to get in.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 3, 2012 10:43:41 GMT -5
Nym entered with a smile to the Lady
"Lasy Hightower, I thought it was passed time that I came to speak with you!" she said with a gighle
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Post by Princess Carmesí Martell on Aug 3, 2012 10:52:02 GMT -5
"I haven't checked a clock lately, but it seems to me like you're right on-time," she said with a smirk and a wink, "How can I help the esteemed Lady Nymra Beesbury today?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 3, 2012 10:58:21 GMT -5
"Just Nym, please." Nym said "I am sure tht we will be friends and no one calls me Nymra."
She wrinkled her nose delicatly
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Post by Princess Carmesí Martell on Aug 3, 2012 15:42:34 GMT -5
Isolvelle grinned "I hope you will accept my humblest and most sincere apologies...Nym. What brings you to my corner of the Hightower this afternoon?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 3, 2012 15:44:34 GMT -5
"I just wanted to get to know you a little better Lady Isolvelle." Nym replied. "As we are both here in the Hightower and it is better to get the introductions over sooner rather then later do you not think?"
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Post by Princess Carmesí Martell on Aug 3, 2012 15:51:36 GMT -5
"That is a very astute opinion," Isolvelle nodded with a deep furrow in her brow, "I'm just reading one of these old stories," she lifted the manuscript up to eye-level and squinted down her nose at it with one eyebrow raised comically high. Dropping it suddenly into her lap, she eyed Nym, "Do you like stories, or are you the sort for science?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 3, 2012 15:53:19 GMT -5
Nym wrinkled her nose up as Isolvelle said science
"Stories. Most definatly." She said, she made her way over to her and sat down without waiting to be invited. "What one are you reading?"
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Post by Princess Carmesí Martell on Aug 4, 2012 11:23:49 GMT -5
"It is the story of a very rare man from long ago--a man called Vikary. He only ever loved two ladies. The first was his wife, and the second was the lady whom he had sworn to protect. He was a legendary swordsman and a woman could have no better protector in all the realm. She rose through the ranks of power with this noble man by her side. First a part of the general nobility, next a Princess of Dorne, and soon after the wife to the Hand of the King--it is said he even followed her to Braavos after she was reduced to political exile. During the long hours spent at this lady's side, the man Vikary fell in love with the Lady Martell and when she birthed a daughter in the palace of the Braavosi Sea Lord the knight was certain that the child belonged to him. He begged the Lady to run with him to a home away from the dangers and obligations of politics. A home where he could provide for his lady and his child--a home where he could protect them from the snakes which always nest around a throne."
"But fearful that the knight would jeopardize her good name and her honored place in the noble home of the Sea Lord, the Lady Martell murdered the knight in the worst way a woman can kill a man. She convinced him she loved him and she slit his throat the moment he believed it. It is said that the blade met his flesh as their lips touched for the last time. It is a tragic story and so sad that love and honor were Vikary's undoing."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 4, 2012 11:34:05 GMT -5
Nym had sat in silence as Isolvelle spoke.
She seemed totally enchanted by the tale.
"That is horrible!" She said. "How could the lady do that and ruin her whole chance of happiness with Vikary when she could have been happy."
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Post by Princess Carmesí Martell on Aug 4, 2012 14:45:22 GMT -5
"Horrible indeed," Isolvelle nodded sadly, rolling up the scroll, "Who can say, my dear? Bards never tell us the whole of any story. I find that most terrible acts are committed either out of fear, or greed, or both. I would guess that one of these were her motivation."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 4, 2012 14:47:30 GMT -5
"I dont think I would if I was in her place." Nym decided. "I would want to be happy and with someone who loved me."
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Post by Princess Carmesí Martell on Aug 4, 2012 14:51:11 GMT -5
"I think sometimes life is not so simple, but we might all do well to live by those goals," she smiled fondly at Nym, tapping her on the head playfully with the rolled-up scroll.
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