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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 22, 2013 17:16:04 GMT -5
Evan smiled at the mention of Marcellus again,"Yes, he is a good boy. He will be a strong young man for Dorne when his time comes."
He looked at her,"But to my regret he is only a young one of ten, so we have a few more years yet before he can marry anyone."
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Post by Marie on Sept 22, 2013 17:20:47 GMT -5
"Yes. Will you have him marry young, as you did?" Amanda asked. "Or wait a while longer? Do you want to be an awfully young great-grandfather?"
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 22, 2013 17:22:07 GMT -5
"No, no I would not do that to him",he shook his head,"He will marry when he is ready. I will not put him through what I had to deal with."
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Post by Marie on Sept 22, 2013 17:26:13 GMT -5
"Most noble of you. And probably best for your grandson. See, you are already becoming a better grandfather," she said. "Feels good, I expect?"
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 22, 2013 17:28:42 GMT -5
"It does", he smiled. "I hate to leave him here at times, but I believe him squiring for the Hand will make him a better man in the future."
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Post by Marie on Sept 22, 2013 17:42:54 GMT -5
"I am sure it will, and it is a high honour." Her eyes lit as she seemed to see something further across the room. "Do excuse me, my prince. I must go and speak with a friend. I hope you will forgive me."
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 22, 2013 17:47:21 GMT -5
"Oh of course, My Lady. As it stands, I have to be on my way back to Dorne", he smiled. "For family business. It has been a pleasure to meet you might I add."
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Post by Marie on Sept 22, 2013 17:52:54 GMT -5
"I'm pleased. Hopefully now we both know that people from the other's home regions are not monsters," she said wit ha little laugh. "Gods speed you on your way home."
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 22, 2013 17:55:17 GMT -5
He smiled again, kissed her hand lightly. "And same to you My Lady. I shall be on my way then, enjoy your time here in Kings Landing."
Evan watched her leave him, he smirked to himself shaking his head. After a few more minutes of watching, he left for his chambers to be on his way.
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Post by Edric Stark on Sept 23, 2013 5:14:47 GMT -5
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Edric Stark entered the hall, feeling weirdly alone without his menacing direwolf on his heels. He was wearing a fine silver brocade doublet with black silk undersleeves, plain black breeches and leather boots to match. The new scar above his right eyebrow was partially hidden under his dark brown hair, said to fade in the years to come.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 3:00:25 GMT -5
Jennalynn Royce sat at one of the many benches, drawing something on a piece of parchement. She was dressed in a simple satin gown of light blue color without any embellishments, and her hair wasn't done in it's usual manner, instead it was in a simple pony-tail.
She looked up, a bit startled, as she heard Edric's footsteps on the floor. She gave him a quick smile before she returned looking at the parchment before her.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 25, 2013 9:54:47 GMT -5
Melyssa entered the hall with her saucy Septa in tow and sat in one of seats, towards the back of the Hall. She saw a young lady already inside drawing on something and then saw the gentleman that at the inn when she was talking to the Lannister girl.
Septa watched Melyssa watch the young man. "No wolves, M'lady", the Septa whispered. "they will have fleas in your bed." The lady chuckled to herself. "Septa...",Melyssa shook her head,"We should not judge people, especially with us being from Dorne and knowing what people say of us."
"You are right M'Lady. I do apologize."
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Hope you all are well and happy.