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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 7, 2013 23:13:32 GMT -5
He nodded with a small chuckle,"I do understand, Lady Stark. But I can not let that bother me, if my goal is to follow the politics of Westeros."
"I was right", he thought.
"Tell me, was there any particular place you were planning on going." Evan offered her his arm,"I can escort you, if you like? It would be no trouble."
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Sept 7, 2013 23:28:13 GMT -5
"My daughter will do her duty, of that you can have no doubt." He smiled at Lother, and raised the scented bag of rose petals to his nose. "Are you having a problem with your heir?" Lothar chuckled. "Other than he won't go to bed when his nurse tells him to, no not really. Give me ten years though and I may be singing a different tune." |
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Post by The Smith on Sept 7, 2013 23:32:42 GMT -5
"My Rose was always... ummmm... well a Rose." Bertrem replied. "My sons are another matter of course."
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Sept 7, 2013 23:55:13 GMT -5
"Thorns?" Lothar offered with a small smile. "Alas, some sons can be a disappointment to their fathers or at least burdensome. I do not believe I have met your sons to make such a judgement about them but I hope to meet them some day. Maybe here at Kings Landing. My sons are as yet young and naturally I hope they will one day do me proud."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 8, 2013 0:06:10 GMT -5
"They are the appropriate amount of thorn... I believe. One does not want a sheep for a son..." The Lord Tyrell replied idly. "Have you been in the city long?"
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Sept 8, 2013 0:23:50 GMT -5
"A few days." replied Lothar. "It is not much changed from the last time I was here, some fifteen or so years ago. The King was a young man then and the bridegroom was no older than my son Gareth is now." His smile turned into a mock grimace as he glanced at his wife. "Thinking about it makes me feel old."
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Post by Elyssa Stark on Sept 8, 2013 0:33:26 GMT -5
He nodded with a small chuckle,"I do understand, Lady Stark. But I can not let that bother me, if my goal is to follow the politics of Westeros." "I was right", he thought. "Tell me, was there any particular place you were planning on going." Evan offered her his arm,"I can escort you, if you like? It would be no trouble." She nodded. It was important for a man to be a leader, to be charismatic and in control of himself and those around him. She herself was content to be a wife and a mother. It had been hard enough for her to do that, coming into a family and being a mother to her husband's sons...and then having two more of her own. She tentatively put her arm in his. "Thank you." She even managed a smile for him. Then she realised: "But, oh, I wasn't going anywhere in particular. Just...not here any longer." |
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 8, 2013 0:48:48 GMT -5
Evan nodded at her smile, letting her take his arm. "Alright then, where would you like to go?"
He then paused, thinking over her name. "Lady Joanna Stark.... You are the wife of.... " He then looked at her curiously,"Where is your husband, my lady? I would hate to have any misunderstandings if I am seen leaving the room with another man's wife."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2013 5:27:25 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?" Ser Malcolm hadn't really wondered over the reason to why he had been recognized as a Royce, but he let Lord Stark think that he was and nodded as he spoke and even if he was certain that his wife wasn't a Royce, he said nothing. "Well, I just wanted to welcome you to the South, my lord Stark, and ask if we could discuss a matter concerning my son before you leave for the north again." |
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 8, 2013 5:48:24 GMT -5
Stark nodded slowly listening to the Knight speak, "Very well then but I think it would be best if you came by tomorrow to my rooms. A ball is not quite the place for such talk dont you think."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2013 5:54:16 GMT -5
Ser Malcolm smiled and bowed his head respectfully.
"Of course not, my lord Stark. I just wanted to make myself known to you before I came and meet with you. Tomorrow then, I hope you'll enjoy the rest of the ball. Maybe we'll encounter each other here again. Me and my wife is seated over there" he said and pointed to where Amya was sitting.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 8, 2013 6:57:05 GMT -5
"Time has not been kind." replied Lord Bertram. His eyes not touching the Hightowers.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 8, 2013 9:46:28 GMT -5
Lord Saxon Cave entered the Grand Ball room, and smiled at all present. As he went past he gave several of the Lords Paramount knowing looks, and at one point a nearly imperceptible nod.
He took up a position in a quiet corner, and waited.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Sept 8, 2013 16:42:03 GMT -5
Having already got himself into a minor spot of bother once this evening, young Quenton Baratheon once again escapes the clutches of his family and is free to roam the Ball.
He spies another boy of around the same age as him, a little younger perhaps, wandering around and looking bored. He decides to engage the boy in conversation.
"Hi!" he says, catching his attention. "I'm Quenton Baratheon, which House are you from?"
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Post by Flex on Sept 8, 2013 16:43:49 GMT -5
"Wha?!" Aurane says, spinning around, caught off guard. "Oh... hello. I am Aurane Lannister. My father is the lord of Casterly Rock." He nodded at that.
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Hope you all are well and happy.