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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 17:03:38 GMT -5
Jen grinned.
"My son is around here somewhere, maybe they can play in the gardens." She suggested. "Little boys rarely do at that age I have heard."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2013 17:04:49 GMT -5
Lord Tyrell walked in looking prouder then one of his house's legendary roses. He was every inch the father of the new princess. He stood alone and smirked at the other guests.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 17:08:32 GMT -5
Harold looks to the two Lannisters who seem to have their attention elsewhere. He looks around the room and spots someone he has not met, he retreats and makes his way over to the knights. "Greetings, I do not believe we have met before, Ser Harold Tully." He extends his arm in greeting with a smile. |
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Post by Marie on Sept 6, 2013 17:12:02 GMT -5
Jen grinned. "My son is around here somewhere, maybe they can play in the gardens." She suggested. "Little boys rarely do at that age I have heard." Annara's laugh was delicate and ladylike. She did not believe in boisterous laughter among women. "Yes, it is quite true. My darling boy is going to be fostered soon enough. He needs to learn proper conduct one day. Alas, he is wilful now, and this is his first ball. Is your son of a similar age, Lady Jennae?" |
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 6, 2013 17:14:23 GMT -5
Harold looks to the two Lannisters who seem to have their attention elsewhere. He looks around the room and spots someone he has not met, he retreats and makes his way over to the knights. "Greetings, I do not believe we have met before, Ser Harold Tully." He extends his arm in greeting with a smile. Ser Lorren had been in the process of downing his fourth goblet of wine when Tully approached him. His grey eyes appraised the man for a moment before he extended his arm, his face betraying no expression. "Well met, Ser Harold. I am Ser Lorren Hightower." Ser Lorren hesitated for a moment, before realizing the expectation was on him to continue the conversation. "Will you be participating in the tournament, Ser?" |
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 17:15:20 GMT -5
Lord Tyrell walked in looking prouder then one of his house's legendary roses. He was every inch the father of the new princess. He stood alone and smirked at the other guests. Gerion blearily realised that he was stuck alone with his dull wife for company and spotted the father of the bride. He may as well make another man miserable he thought and wandered over to him, dragging Winifred with him. "My Lord Tyrell" he said, a bit too loudly than was necessary "Hell of a party. Your lands make the best wine in Westeros!" he continued, raising his half empty glass (fifth? sixth? He wasn't sure) as he grinned broadly at him. "My congratulations to you and your daughter!" |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 17:17:14 GMT -5
Jen grinned. "My son is around here somewhere, maybe they can play in the gardens." She suggested. "Little boys rarely do at that age I have heard." Annara's laugh was delicate and ladylike. She did not believe in boisterous laughter among women. "Yes, it is quite true. My darling boy is going to be fostered soon enough. He needs to learn proper conduct one day. Alas, he is wilful now, and this is his first ball. Is your son of a similar age, Lady Jennae?" "My son is a little younger, he is five as of now." Jen answered. "One day he will be a king on his own ship but now he is but beginning to learn the basics." |
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Sept 6, 2013 17:18:52 GMT -5
"So many people..." He said to Lord Lothar with a half-smile. Lord Arthur was dressed in fine Myrish purple clothing, with a golden grape cluster brooch. "When the whole realm is summoned, one expects that." replied Lothar to his brother-in-law. He looked around the crowd for his wife, who had gone on her own way soon after they had entered. Clicking his tongue in some displeasure, his mood was further soured by the entry of Lord Tyrell, the bride's father, who strutted into the room like a peacock. |
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2013 17:20:10 GMT -5
Lord Bertram Tyrell smiled at the Lannister, "Ah Lord Gerion I thought I heard you. And who could ever forget your... presence I guess is the word. It is... memorable to say the least." He lifted a bag of rose petals delicately to his nose, but his smirk did not falter at all.
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Post by Marie on Sept 6, 2013 17:23:16 GMT -5
Annara's laugh was delicate and ladylike. She did not believe in boisterous laughter among women. "Yes, it is quite true. My darling boy is going to be fostered soon enough. He needs to learn proper conduct one day. Alas, he is wilful now, and this is his first ball. Is your son of a similar age, Lady Jennae?" "My son is a little younger, he is five as of now." Jen answered. "One day he will be a king on his own ship but now he is but beginning to learn the basics." "Indeed? I have sailed a little myself, though I know nothing of tying knots and things. Ladies are not allowed to learn such matters," Annara explained with a little toss of her head. "But it was pleasant to sail around the Arbor and into Oldtown nonetheless. I preferred it when the seas were clear, of course." She paused, sipped her wine. "Forgive me, what is this business of your son being a king? Westeros is ruled by House Targaryen, not House Wilfire. I am sure the dragons would have something to say about that. Or is it a mother's jest to her son?" |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 17:24:36 GMT -5
"Every man is a King aboard his own ship." Jen said in all seriousness, "even the Lords that travel must bow to what the captain orders."
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Post by Marie on Sept 6, 2013 17:28:01 GMT -5
She wrinkled her nose at that. It seemed a strange custom to Annara and it didn't make sense to her either. It seemed a boastful sort of thing to do.
"But why would they even sail with the Ironborn, if they can simply sail with a Redwyne, or a merchantman and avoid having to bow and scrape to a petty king?" She wondered.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 17:28:33 GMT -5
"True" Gerion said as he smoothed down his doublet with one, wine-stained hand, smearing his top without noticing. "There's not a man alive who doesn't wish to be the Lord of the Rock and their envy is great to behold. But today, ha!" he grinned toothily. "Today, Barrett, I find myself in the rare position of envying you! That's quite a catch you've managed for your daughter there! A Crown Prince of the Realm, no less. I suppose one day I may even have to call her my Queen, but then so will you! Hahaha!" he chortled, obviously amused at the idea of the father bowing to the daughter.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 17:29:08 GMT -5
"I did not restrict it to just my people." Jen said softly. "Every man is."
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Post by Marie on Sept 6, 2013 17:33:05 GMT -5
"I did not restrict it to just my people." Jen said softly. "Every man is." "Truly? How...interesting." But Annara did not look particularly interested. "My father and brother have never called themselves king on their own vessels, I assure you. Perhaps it is just not the done thing in the Far Reach. We are a little more willing to respect just one king, truly." |
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Hope you all are well and happy.