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Post by Marie on Sept 6, 2013 19:09:00 GMT -5
"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 between 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. She smiled as he kissed her hand, though she was starting to have a few misgivings. "I shall remember your courtesies to me, my lord," she vowed. "I hope you will pass a pleasant night." |
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Sept 6, 2013 19:45:48 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. Having arrived shortly before Lord Lothar saw his brother seat himself. He walked over and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "You should pour me a drink brother." |
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 6, 2013 19:57:41 GMT -5
Ser Oswyn sat with his father and grandmother, looking out across the hall on those gathered. His eyes lingered upon Lord Royce and his dear sister. He had not seen Kara since her wedding. The young man stood and made his way over to the pair.
"Lord Bayard, I pray I am not interrupting but I would be remiss if I did not greet my dear older sister and pay proper respect to my good-brother." he said in greeting, making eye contact with the blind man despite the pointless nature of the gesture.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 20:53:43 GMT -5
Ser Harold Tully enters the dining hall and sits down with the rest of the Tully's looking around the hall for anything interesting.
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Post by Horas on Sept 6, 2013 21:09:19 GMT -5
Ser Oswyn sat with his father and grandmother, looking out across the hall on those gathered. His eyes lingered upon Lord Royce and his dear sister. He had not seen Kara since her wedding. The young man stood and made his way over to the pair. "Lord Bayard, I pray I am not interrupting but I would be remiss if I did not greet my dear older sister and pay proper respect to my good-brother." he said in greeting, making eye contact with the blind man despite the pointless nature of the gesture. "Baby brother!" Kara practically shouts, hugging him, heedless of any embarrassment. A spot of wine sloshes from her glass onto his back. "You're so tall! When did you get so tall?" Lord Bayard gives the siblings a moment, smiling, then says, "By all means, join our little gathering." He introduces the Lord and Lady Lannister and the Lady Hightower. "It has been a long time, Oswyn. Or is it Ser Oswyn now?" |
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 6, 2013 21:22:50 GMT -5
Oswyn turns beat red at his sister's exclamation, but laughs jovially despite himself as he returned the hug.
"The woman with children running amok since I last saw her is amazed by a growth spurt?" he teased, before turning his attention back to Lord Royce.
"A ser I am now, courtesy of Lord Dondarrion just this year." he replied, straightening his back proudly and regaining a more composed state. "It will be Quenton's turn to squire before long." he added, for his sister's sake. "How fairs the Vale, my lord?"
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Post by Horas on Sept 6, 2013 21:35:08 GMT -5
"It prospers," Bayard replies. "The mountain clans are not extinguished, but my brother has done an admirable job of driving them back to their little hiding holes. He recently knighted his own squire for bravery, if I recall correctly."
"Oh!" Kara says, as though struck with a new idea, though Oswyn has a feeling her husband's phrasing was not entirely incidental, "Quenton must come squire in the Vale. It has been so long since I've seen him, and he can meet his niece and nephews!"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 6, 2013 21:47:49 GMT -5
"I am sure the spurs were well-deserved. I have heard the mountain tribesmen are a fearsome foe." Oswyn replied, "All the annoyance of the Dornish with none of the civility...scratch that, I suppose there is no difference." he added, with a chuckle.
He looks at his Kara joyful surprise, as if that thought had not occurred to him and this were not just an idea both men had clearly already entertained.
"That sounds a splendid idea, sister! I am sure Quenton would benefit immensely under such tutelage and the comforts of family. I will have to discuss it with father."
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Post by Horas on Sept 6, 2013 21:59:01 GMT -5
"I know a few Dornishmen who might dispute that," Bayard chuckles, "But that is a discussion best saved for another time."
"Oh, we must arrange it! Quent was always a much better little brother than you, you know," Kara grinned, "He knew the wisdom of listening to what his big sister told him."
"Is your father here tonight?" Bayard asks.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 6, 2013 22:11:06 GMT -5
"You used to make him wear a dress." Oswyn replied to his sister, deadpan. "Competitive as I am, it was better to concede in that instance."
"As for Father, he is over there." Oswyn said pointing to the Stormlands table, where Lord Sammael sat with a chicken leg in one hand and a serving wench upon his lap.
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Post by Horas on Sept 6, 2013 22:21:03 GMT -5
Kara stuck out her tongue as if they were both children again, then gulped down the rest of her wine.
Lord Royce could not see where Oswyn was pointing, of course. His manservant muttered something in his ear, to which he nodded. "Then perhaps we should move this discussion over to him. Is your brother present as well?"
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Post by Sain Hightower on Sept 7, 2013 10:09:40 GMT -5
Sain looked up to see who it was and smiled. "Lothar, it's good to see you." he remembered the request and quickly poured him a drink. "What have you been up to here in King's Landing?" |
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Post by Sam on Sept 7, 2013 14:48:29 GMT -5
Kara stuck out her tongue as if they were both children again, then gulped down the rest of her wine. Lord Royce could not see where Oswyn was pointing, of course. His manservant muttered something in his ear, to which he nodded. "Then perhaps we should move this discussion over to him. Is your brother present as well?" A tall man in his late twenties approached them, his face he spitting image of Lord Baratheon, from fifteen years or so ago, when he was a champion in the lists. Ser Martyn Storm's mother was the daughter of Lord Caron, and he was raised in a place of relative prominence in Storm's End, serving as a page in Blackhaven and as a squire for his maternal uncle in Nightsong. He was the oldest of Lord Baratheon's children, but the most unlike his father in temperament. Ser Martyn was a good man, but he was born completely without a sense of humor, though he did not necessarily need one to serve capably as the commander of Storm's End's cavalry. "Good evening, Lord Royce, m'lady," he said, bending to kiss his sister's cheek. "My fa- er my lord father asked me to speak with you on his behalf. 'Feasts before business' were his exact words, and I hope you are not offended," the young knight said, though his tone said that clearly he was. He nodded politely to Ser Oswyn, but did not greet him. |
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Post by Horas on Sept 7, 2013 14:56:27 GMT -5
Bayard's manservant said something to his master as Martyn approached -- a description or name, Martyn could gather. "That sounds very much like your lord father," Royce says good-humoredly. "And I am hungry enough that I can muster no objection. Is there room at his table?"
Kara responds to her dignified half-brother's kiss with an unladylike bear hug. "Martyn! I didn't know you'd be here!"
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Post by Sam on Sept 7, 2013 15:02:43 GMT -5
Ser Martyn looked over his shoulder; Lord Baratheon was surrounded by a large retinue of Stormlords; Lords Connington and Dondarrion were both present, as well as the heirs of Nightsong, Stonehelm, Mistwood and Crow's Nest. Each man had a few retainers with him, but all in all the Stormlanders were a large party. Lord Baratheon had a healthy distrust for the Lord Hand, whose vast holdings along his western border were an ever-present threat with Highgarden so far up the royal ass, and always travelled with a similar show of support to Royal gatherings.
There was space, but it would be crowded, and the conversation was boisterous. "I am authorized to speak for him. My brother Quenton is of age to become a squire," he replied, but saw on their faces that the subject had already come up. "Do you have a Knight in mind already?" he asked.
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Hope you all are well and happy.