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Post by Marie on Sept 6, 2013 18:28:42 GMT -5
"Of course not," Winifred said calmly. "But I do wonder if he needs to safeguard yours, my lady." Annara sighed a little sadly. "My husband and I trust one another absolutely," she said. "But your kind concern does you credit, my lady." Gerion hide a scowl at his wife's constant interruptions. It was just like the ugly bitch to always try to ruin his sport. He chuckled though and carried on regardless. "Oh Casterly Rock is rightly famed for it's size and strength my lady and I would be delighted to show you around it some evening. It's at it's most striking in the moonlight. There's even a tower there as well, which my wife has seen many times. It might not be as famous as your own, but I think you'd find it formidable none the less" he smiled. . Annara smiled, glancing around to see if Gareth had noticed she had an admirer. "Nobody's tower can possibly rival the Hightower," she said with a laugh. "You are quite right, Lady Lannister. But it is most kind of your lord to offer me a visit. I shall have to give it some serious thought." She gave Gerion a small smile. "I wonder, have you ever visited the Hightower, my lady?" |
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 18:31:54 GMT -5
Gerion's neck flushed as he smiled at his wife and grabbed her in for a one armed hug. "My wife does like her little jokes. It's one of the reasons we married" he laughed and nipped her painfully under her left arm, hidden from view.
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Post by Torrhen Stark on Sept 6, 2013 18:33:49 GMT -5
The feasting Ser Wyllem Manderly grins, having been listening with half an ear to the night's watchmen's conversation. A wide grin creases his round, cheerful face, and he lifts a mug of the mead he has been drinking to the men in black and their female companion.
"To dark hearts, dark cloaks and all the work you men put in guarding the realm!" he toasts with boisterous sincerity. "Good to see men of the night's watch getting to enjoy themselves at festivities like these for once!"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 18:34:25 GMT -5
"And that is always a plus." She said. "Could you imagine what work it would be should you be dressed in white?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2013 18:34:42 GMT -5
The Crown Prince and his new Bride enter move to a small table meant for two. They wave to the crowd then sit down to eat.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2013 18:36:14 GMT -5
"And that is always a plus." She said. "Could you imagine what work it would be should you be dressed in white?" Ser Benfry chuckled, "Imagine that. Some in here might think me a virgin. That would be quite embarrassing." |
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Post by Marie on Sept 6, 2013 18:36:40 GMT -5
"Oh, indeed. Marriage would be very dull without a little banter between spouses," Annara replied, pretending not to notice the tension between the two and utterly secure in her own marriage, enough so that she could feel confident in speaking to a man not her own husband without fear of reprisal.
"Oh, now there is a pity," she said, not entirely honestly. "Though it seemed like you had already visited the Hightower in the past, Lady Lannister. So perhaps you have not missed out after all?"
To Gerion she said "My good lord, are you acquainted with my own lord?"
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 18:43:31 GMT -5
Gerion stopped glaring at his wife long enough to focus back onto Annara. Again he was struck by just how attractive she was, and how self-assured. How he'd love to crack open that facade and show the lie to the world he thought idly, before he realised the question.
"Lord Hightower? No, I can't say I've had the pleasure. I rarely leave the Westerlands. Affairs of state, my lady. It takes a lot to rule over a land, something I'm sure your husband appreciates" implying that she couldn't possibly.
"How is he? Well, I trust?" when want he meant was, slowly declining into ill health. He was beginning to reappraise his earlier thoughts about widows. Her pale skin and fiery hair would look even more pronounced in black, he imagined.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 18:44:30 GMT -5
"And that is always a plus." She said. "Could you imagine what work it would be should you be dressed in white?" Ser Benfry chuckled, "Imagine that. Some in here might think me a virgin. That would be quite embarrassing." "Oh very much so." Jen agreed. "You seem very much less frozen then others here, and not all of them have an excuse." |
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2013 18:47:02 GMT -5
"When you live surrounded by ice, you learn to appreciate the warmth all the more when you can bask in it." Ser Benfry replied, and sipped his wine.
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Post by Sain Hightower on Sept 6, 2013 18:49:21 GMT -5
Sain entered, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the crowd and took a seat. He poured himself a drink and eyed it somewhat nervously. After realizing how awkward he seemed he took a deep breath and attempted to relax.
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Post by Marie on Sept 6, 2013 18:51:30 GMT -5
Gerion stopped glaring at his wife long enough to focus back onto Annara. Again he was struck by just how attractive she was, and how self-assured. How he'd love to crack open that facade and show the lie to the world he thought idly, before he realised the question. "Lord Hightower? No, I can't say I've had the pleasure. I rarely leave the Westerlands. Affairs of state, my lady. It takes a lot to rule over a land, something I'm sure your husband appreciates" implying that she couldn't possibly. "How is he? Well, I trust?" when want he meant was, slowly declining into ill health. He was beginning to reappraise his earlier thoughts about widows. Her pale skin and fiery hair would look even more pronounced in black, he imagined. "My lord is most well," Annara confirmed. "He is in excellent health. Perhaps you shall meet soon enough. But no matter. I am sure you have no need of friends when you have your lands to keep you busy. And your wife." |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 18:59:40 GMT -5
"When you live surrounded by ice, you learn to appreciate the warmth all the more when you can bask in it." Ser Benfry replied, and sipped his wine. "So the warmth that many live in here make them more frosty?" Jen asked and chuckled. "I have not met a Dornishman yet, but the iciness of some make me wonder what they are like." |
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 19:02:25 GMT -5
Gerion stopped glaring at his wife long enough to focus back onto Annara. Again he was struck by just how attractive she was, and how self-assured. How he'd love to crack open that facade and show the lie to the world he thought idly, before he realised the question. "Lord Hightower? No, I can't say I've had the pleasure. I rarely leave the Westerlands. Affairs of state, my lady. It takes a lot to rule over a land, something I'm sure your husband appreciates" implying that she couldn't possibly. "How is he? Well, I trust?" when want he meant was, slowly declining into ill health. He was beginning to reappraise his earlier thoughts about widows. Her pale skin and fiery hair would look even more pronounced in black, he imagined. "My lord is most well," Annara confirmed. "He is in excellent health. Perhaps you shall meet soon enough. But no matter. I am sure you have no need of friends when you have your lands to keep you busy. And your wife." "I always make time for new friends, especially ladies as beautiful as you, Lady Hightower. However it is getting late and I'd best get my wife back to our chambers" his look promised repercussions for her many indiscretions this evening. "I'm sure we'll meet again however, and you can introduce me to your husband" he gently lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. |
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2013 19:02:46 GMT -5
"I have met a dornishman before, and the trick to spotting them is in the bodice. The Dornish men have much smaller breast then the dornish women." Benfry nods knowingly at her.
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Hope you all are well and happy.