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Post by Horas on Sept 7, 2013 15:03:59 GMT -5
Bayard chuckles. "Once there was, but these days there are only Royces. Though it is the highest castle in all the Seven Kingdoms -- I hope you and your brother are not afraid of heights?" Royce says teasingly.
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Post by Flex on Sept 7, 2013 15:14:31 GMT -5
"I'm not!" Aurane said proudly. "I go to the top of Casterly Rock all the time and look down at the sea and the city! I almost fell off once and father wouldn't let me up there again for a while..." He grinned. "Then I took Tynian up there! Amelia needs to see it as well but she is too young."
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Post by Horas on Sept 7, 2013 15:21:13 GMT -5
"It sounds like quite a view. I am sure your sister will appreciate it as well, in time. Now," Bayard says, straightening up, "I am sure I have bored you for long enough. Go find that girl of yours, young Ser."
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Post by Flex on Sept 7, 2013 15:29:38 GMT -5
"I... I will!" Aurane answered with a grin. He then looked at the man by Bayard's side, gave him a nod, before running off.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 7, 2013 16:02:10 GMT -5
As Evan stood talking to the Tully, he noticed the young Lannister leave the room in a bit of a ruch. He was his younger sister, Doreah's intended, Aurane. He smirked to himself, knowing exactly where the young lord was headed.
"One of the best arrangements ever made..", he thought to himself.
He then sipped his wine and continued talking with the Tully. On occasion he would glance about the room, looking at the faces and Houses to which they belong. Evan was deciding who he should meet after his conversation. Maybe he should meet with a Lannister since his sister is going to be one in due time.
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 7, 2013 16:10:25 GMT -5
Ser Malcolm nodded with an impressed look upon his face. "Yes, my lord, that is correct. I am Ser Malcolm Royce, Knight of the Bloody Gate and brother to Lord of the Eyrie." "Now you are wondering how i knew that. My second wife was a Royce and she was proud of her family. Tell me Ser Malcolm how may i help you?" |
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Post by Elyssa Stark on Sept 7, 2013 16:41:28 GMT -5
((Pssst Tallahar: Your second wife was a Reed, and shes still alive. Ps: I am playing her.))
Lady Joanna Stark found her way to the ball, carefully threading her way between the others in the great crowd of nobility. She was a slight woman, with glossy black curls barely restrained into a large bun on the back of her head. She was dressed somewhat plainer than the other ladies, and that made her nervous. She kept toward the wall, looking for her stepson Eirek or her husband. Surely sooner or later she would encounter someone she knew.
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Post by Flex on Sept 7, 2013 16:44:34 GMT -5
Ser Domeric Thatcher, who still stood against the wall, watched the Stark lady enter. He studied her face for a long moment, the way her jaw was set, how the hair made her forehead look. A small smile appeared on his lips.
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Post by Elyssa Stark on Sept 7, 2013 16:50:20 GMT -5
Eying the crowd for her family, Joanna didn't quite watch where she was going and nearly tripped over a young man who happened to stand in her path. Nearly tripped- since she managed to catch herself by grabbing hold of his white cloak. "Goodness! I'm terribly sorry!" she stammered, her nervousness at being in a crowd only worsened by this faux pas.
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Post by Flex on Sept 7, 2013 16:59:01 GMT -5
Ser Domeric's hand went out to steady her, though he was glad to get a closer look at her face.
"No need to apologize, my lady," He said, his voice surprisingly soft for his already grizzled and bearded look. His brown eyes roamed her face again briefly before letting her go.
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Post by Elyssa Stark on Sept 7, 2013 17:07:31 GMT -5
She trembled a little, feeling anxious and terrible to have fallen all over this polite fellow and to have maybe torn his lovely white cloak... she curtseyed, unsure of what else to do. "But I must apologize, ser." Her eyes finally went to his face and she was surprised to find him studying her. "You're of the Kingsguard, are you not?"
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Post by Flex on Sept 7, 2013 17:09:48 GMT -5
He nodded. "Ser Domeric Thatcher, at your service," He stated, an image forming in his head. "Does milady need escorting to her chair?" He had never been a formal man, but learned formalities in the city. As a Kingsguard, one had to.
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Post by Elyssa Stark on Sept 7, 2013 17:18:59 GMT -5
"Lady Joanna Stark," she replied, trying to keep her voice from quavering. She curtseyed again. "I was looking for my husband, but I cannot find him with all these...all these people around." A Kingsguard, Ser Domeric must be a good man, and he didn't seem to have judged her badly for her clumsiness. She extended a hand, attempting an air of...confidence, perhaps? "A chair might be what I need. It would prevent me from tr-tripping over people."
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Post by Flex on Sept 7, 2013 17:21:51 GMT -5
"Of course, milady Stark," Thatcher replied, taking her hand and leading her over to one of the higher tables. He found an area where no one was seated and pulled out a chair for Joanna. "Is there anything else I can help milady with?"
His eyes studied her face again thoroughly.
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Post by Elyssa Stark on Sept 7, 2013 17:27:47 GMT -5
"Thank you so much, Ser," she said as she sat, folding her hands in her lap. The silk felt strange -but good- against her skin. A different thing entirely than the wool she was more accustomed to. As she looked back at him, only to see his eyes studying her face again, panic began to rise in her. "Pardon, but ah...have I something on my face?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.