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Post by The Smith on Aug 5, 2012 13:52:52 GMT -5
"The Alliances are his idea, and Lord Garnets. I am merely their voice when I speak with you." Lymon replied.
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Post by Flex on Aug 5, 2012 16:29:17 GMT -5
"Well you can be my voice when you tell them I hate it!" Baelor shot back, grim of mood.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 5, 2012 16:41:05 GMT -5
"Baelor... he is coming to visit." Lymon said.
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Post by Flex on Aug 5, 2012 17:19:31 GMT -5
"What!?" Baelor asked, standing from his seat. "I haven't seen my father in... well, since I left! Why is he coming?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 5, 2012 17:32:16 GMT -5
"I think it is the matter we already discussed that brings him south. That and the Festival." Lymon replied.
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Post by Flex on Aug 5, 2012 17:36:36 GMT -5
"So I am getting married then!?" Baelor asked, not even thinking of sitting down. "When father comes here?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 5, 2012 17:45:01 GMT -5
"No... I do not think so... just a betrothal. I believe." Lymon replied, "I am sorry Baelor I am not privy to the true secrets of their counsels."
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Post by Flex on Aug 5, 2012 18:48:52 GMT -5
Baelor glared at the ground, giving a disapproving noise. "Can I go now Maester?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 5, 2012 20:58:58 GMT -5
Lymon said, "Of course. I am sorry Baelor."
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Post by Flex on Aug 5, 2012 21:15:36 GMT -5
"It's... it's not your fault," Baelor said, sounding surprisingly mature for once. He gave a sigh and left the room.
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