The Lion Manse

[Teirney Lannister]

Oct 11, 2013 19:00:15 GMT -5 @elane said:

Oct 11, 2013 18:57:12 GMT -5 Horas said:

"I make a habit about not drawing conclusions about clients," Crawley replies. "Well, okay. One conclusion. You look like a lass who might have a pressing need in the future to have a man shanked. You remember ol' Crawley's name if it ever comes to that, eh?"

Despite everything, Amelia could not help but laugh at his salty, refreshing language and frankness. She smiled at him as they drew close to the Lannister house. "Oh, I will remember," she said.

"What do you want?" a sour-faced guard grumbled to Ser Crawley as he trundled over to the pair. "Try commanding these men again and expect to walk from here a few fingers short." He looked over the knight distastefully and moved on to his queer companion. What in the Hells was he doing here with a naked woman in the name of 'Lannister business'--he didn't have time for this shit today, but least lass sure had some pretty skin to loo--He gasped in shock.

"M-m-my Lady!" He bowed, immediately averting his eyes from her as his face began to turn the color of a rotten plum. He darted a glare to the foreign knight. "What is the meaning of this?" he sputtered, promptly transferring Lady Amelia to his own person. He waved his hands to indicate the gates be opened and sent off some guards to alert Lord and Lady Lannister of this astonishing situation. The pair was admitted inside.

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Doreah suddenly paused. Did she hear some sort of commotion beyond the doors? She pulled away from Aurane and turned towards the outer hall, straining to confirm if she had, in fact, heard something. A twinge of dread prickled the skin on the back of her neck.

She took five swift steps to the door and threw it open. Guards milled about, rushing to her as they spotted her form stepping out among them. The sight threw her uneasy feeling into full-fledged panic, and she grappled with herself to keep it contained as a guard stepped up to her hurriedly.

“My Lady, Lady Amelia Baratheon has been escorted here from the Baratheon Manse, but…she does not appear well, my Lady,” he finished awkwardly. “She has been let inside the Gates and is being brought inside.”

Doreah could feel her heart sinking into her stomach. A thousand pictures flashed in her mind of what “not well” could resemble, each more gruesome than the last, each burrowing into her conscience and reminding her darkly of her utter and complete failure to protect a girl who deserved better than this. She had always been sweet and gentle. Who could hurt a face like hers?

“Take me to her. Now” She looked back to Aurane, wary of how he would, himself, be handling this news. The sword was still buckled at his waist forebodingly.

[Teirney Lannister]

OoC: heehee, okay! Time to amp up the draaaaaama

[Prince Evan Martell]

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He arrived as Doreah had requested. As with the letter he already knew what the evening's discussion was going to be about.

[Prince Evan Martell]

Oct 28, 2013 22:33:44 GMT -5 @elane said:

Prince Evan was welcomed into the stately, ancient Lannister house by a steward, and shown into the foyer, just as Winifred Lannister approached. The dowager was a stately vision in soft blue velvet, her iron-grey hair swept up in a jeweled hairnet and her grey eyes softened with age.

"Prince Evan," Lady Winifred said warmly. "Welcome to our home. I hope you and your sister Lyssandra are well? My good-daughter will join us presently. Will you walk into the dining room with me?"

"My Lady Lannister", he said, giving her hand a gentle kiss for a greeting. "Thank you and yes, Lyssa is fine, ready to return to Dorne, but fine none the less."

"of course, my lady. "He extended his arm to escort her to the dining room.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

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Fresh from the Great Sept, Oswyn visited the Lannister Manse, with a small group of loyal guardsmen.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

"I've come to see Lady Amelia." he replied, dismounting. "Inform her I came here from the Great Sept."

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Oswyn had a seat, not distracted by the trinkets and baubles with which the Lannisters had decorated their home. He was single-minded in his purpose for this visit, eager to be done with the matter and have it laid to rest.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

(OOC: Tag in private)