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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 11, 2013 23:15:45 GMT -5
"My bride dishonored our vows taken before the Gods above and my trust is being called into question?" he asked, incredulous.
There were a few moments of awkward silence as he composed himself.
"I hold my lords accountable and they serve house Baratheon without question. From your fear of the Lannisters influencing politics in your region, it would seem to me you are the one that is not confident in your ability to control your banners" he said icily. "You say our enemy counts on us being at odds, yet you play directly into their hand by postponing any form of concrete agreement. I mean to unify our lands through trust and we agreed to a plan that had merit in order accomplish just that, yet now you bow to the demands of enemies you should desire to thwart. The Stormlands do not have some insubstantial far away influence on your region. We are at your doorstep. Perhaps you should prioritize making a lasting friendship with the enemies you can see before you begin to fret about appeasing those in the shadows."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 11, 2013 23:20:54 GMT -5
"Marry me," she said calmly.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 11, 2013 23:34:36 GMT -5
Kellington dropped his quill, mouth agape, sending his inkpot tumbling over the side of the table where it shattered upon the floor.
Oswyn's face was a blank slate, all annoyance and growing frustration wiped from it, replaced only by shock. He opened his mouth twice as if to speak, before thinking better of it.
"If this is some jape, I am afraid I am missing the punch line." he said warily.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 11, 2013 23:39:04 GMT -5
Evan had just returned from his outing, he had noticed the small host of Baratheon men as he entered the manse. He thought nothing of it, since they had previously had dinner and discussed many things of importance between them. Grabbing a glass of wine from the servant and entering to the hall, his cloak draped over his arm, he saw his sister and Lord Baratheon facing one another and heard the words,".... Marry me...", roll of his sister's tongue.
He let the wine glass slip from his hand, it landed with the clearest crash as to break the silence between all of them. His expression was of shock and disbelief. He was speechless.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 11, 2013 23:41:39 GMT -5
Lyssandra's face took on a look of irritation as glasses seemed to shatter, it was far from a look of amusement. "I am not known for my humour, I don't tell many jokes. This is not one of them."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 12, 2013 0:47:27 GMT -5
Oswyn leaned back in his chair, bewildered by the turn of events.
"Then I'll have your reasoning." he allowed.
Rupert hurriedly removed another inkpot form his pocket and awkwardly placed a handkerchief under his heel in an effort to mop up the ink pooling on the floor.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 12, 2013 0:50:59 GMT -5
Evan still stuck in awe, took a seat listening to them. He too wanted to hear his sister's rationale for this proposal. It did cut out the middle man of the other deal, but it also would start at firestorm from all directions of those would see the united houses as a future threat.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 12, 2013 0:54:31 GMT -5
"The reason is peace and trust. You will not have to worry about me being unfaithful either...This seems like the simplest solution to our problem. Eliminate the history of discord between our houses by way of marriage between ruler and heir. Theodore becomes a boy I will have a part in raising, just as if he were in Sunspear. He would learn about Dorne. A son..or daughter between us will rule Dorne, and understand the Stormlands through her father and the brother that rules at Storm's End."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 12, 2013 1:59:00 GMT -5
Another long moment of silence followed, Lord Oswyyn considering Princess Lyssandra's words as his eyes scanned her burned features.
"I admit your offer has some...merit." he said, still incredulous that he was entertaining it. "Where would we reside?"
It was likely not the most pressing question, but he felt he should be eased into the discussion after the disorienting manner in which it had been proposed.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 12, 2013 2:08:50 GMT -5
She shrugged, "I did not consider that, maybe a new seat on the border of our respective regions. Summerhall would be convenient, is it the crown's holding currently?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 12, 2013 2:28:27 GMT -5
"It is the Stormland's but I suppose that is a bridge to cross when we come to it." Oswyn said, feeling a headache building already. "My father stills rules Storm's End, my place is her at the capital, and yours is in Sunspear."
He felt little need to be delicate. This marriage might even go better with the entirety of the realm between them. The princess seemed to have little affection and he had no more love to give. Perhaps they would grow to be fond of one another, but it would likely be a marriage of convenience at heart.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 12, 2013 2:33:51 GMT -5
If his survival of the final battle was any indication, Oswyn was a hard man to kill. Logically, it would benefit her to ally with such a man, even if it meant sacrificing a part of her autonomy out of need for an alliance between their houses. She looked at him and understood he must still be uncertain about the proposal. "You have time to think about it, unless you do not find the idea to your liking. Also,... I am not as pleasing to look upon as other women, you would have to deal with that."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 12, 2013 2:58:00 GMT -5
"After my last wife, I have found that beauty is a secondary concern in a spouse." Oswyn replied, less bitter and more pointed now. "I came to see a deal struck this day and I would shame myself to have made such a scene only to leave empty handed."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 12, 2013 3:01:56 GMT -5
"Hmm.." It was certainly a deal he probably did not have in mind when he first stepped foot into the manse. Lyssandra looked at Kellington, "Do you have another ink well then?" She stepped forward and off of her perch from the table she had been leaning on for support. "Marriage then?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 12, 2013 3:10:09 GMT -5
Kellington looked momentarily flustered, but pulled another inkpot from his robes with a sigh of relief.
"I do indeed, my lady...my princess...your grace." he stammered, becoming flustered again. The lad had been raised on tales of Dornish treachery and had only come on threat of replacement.
"Marriage." Oswyn agreed. "After an appropriate waiting period. I would not want rumors of impropriety."
"In the meantime, we will have to discuss terms." he added, Kellington dipping his quill in his inkpot on cue.
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Hope you all are well and happy.