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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Oct 1, 2013 13:28:20 GMT -5
"My brother?" He shrugged, "Three years. A shame I could not have fought beside him in the Stepstones. Though I suppose that would have made things too easy. Word is the Vale Knights rather distinguished themselves above the rest." He quipped at both his uncle and Hightower alike.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2013 15:14:34 GMT -5
Gareth burst out laughing. "You see Lord Bertram." he said merrily. "A keep, good blood, lack of ambition and brave to boot. I seem to be the perfect candidate. Young Jennalynn appears to be a very good judge of character." Jennalynn thought about objecting for a moment, as Ser Gareth hadn't heard what she had said exactly, but decided to let Ser Gareth enjoy himself a while longer. There was no way that Lord Tyrell would let his granddaughter marry a Hightower, or at least she thought so, she hadn't spoken to the princess for a long-time so who knew what they were considering. "So will there be dancing at this party, Lord Tyrell?" |
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Oct 1, 2013 16:38:32 GMT -5
"My brother?" He shrugged, "Three years. A shame I could not have fought beside him in the Stepstones. Though I suppose that would have made things too easy. Word is the Vale Knights rather distinguished themselves above the rest." He quipped at both his uncle and Hightower alike. "Word is the Vale knights had a rather inflated sense of their own importance." drawled Gareth. "I was there, so I should know." He raised his cup towards the Royce knight and grinned broadly. |
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Post by Erik on Oct 1, 2013 17:10:55 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Gwayne Hightower entered the manse. He had been somewhat delayed but he entered in a fine grey doublet trimmed with white and silver and embroidered with the sigil of his house. Lord Commander Stark, on duty guarding the Hand, decided to stretch his legs and take a turn about the manse, leaving Ser Myles Crabb to watch Aenys. He wandered for several minutes before seeing Lord Hightower, seemingly lost with no one to speak to. "Lord Hightower," Ser Rickon said with a smile, "How do you do on this fine evening?" |
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Post by Marie on Oct 1, 2013 17:18:27 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Gwayne Hightower entered the manse. He had been somewhat delayed but he entered in a fine grey doublet trimmed with white and silver and embroidered with the sigil of his house. Lord Commander Stark, on duty guarding the Hand, decided to stretch his legs and take a turn about the manse, leaving Ser Myles Crabb to watch Aenys. He wandered for several minutes before seeing Lord Hightower, seemingly lost with no one to speak to. "Lord Hightower," Ser Rickon said with a smile, "How do you do on this fine evening?" Gwayne returned the Lord Commander's greeting with an answering smile. "Ser Rickon. I am well. It happens that I find myself rather at a loose end. My circle of acquaintance is not quite as wide as I thought it. I am honoured to make your acquaintance, though. Were I a younger son, not bred to rule, I would have thought of no greater honour than to be a brother of the Kingsguard." |
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Post by Erik on Oct 1, 2013 17:25:59 GMT -5
Ser Rickon nodded at that. "There's many who think that way. Most change their minds during...interesting times like these, when kings are attacked and killed by their own sons. Which makes it rather difficult to replace my late brothers in arms."
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Post by Flex on Oct 1, 2013 17:33:48 GMT -5
Her eyes widened in surprise. Evidently she was very much impressed. "Well that is good news! He must be old enough to be knighted now, surely? I am sure it would be most pleasing if you cared to do it soon. For Leyton and for his kin. My brothers would be so proud, I know." She paused and smiled at the lord. "You must be relieved to have the war over with at last, my lord?" "Who wouldn't be?" Aurane replied, looking out for Leyton, having a thirst, whilst ignoring her obvious attempt to make him knight the boy as soon as possible. "Only fools and maniacs have a taste for war; the bloodshed is entirely unnecessary." He studied the young woman. "So how does a young widow come to be in King's Landing?" |
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Post by Marie on Oct 1, 2013 17:34:41 GMT -5
Ser Rickon nodded at that. "There's many who think that way. Most change their minds during...interesting times like these, when kings are attacked and killed by their own sons. Which makes it rather difficult to replace my late brothers in arms." "I am sure it does," Gwayne agreed. "Alas, I have duties to Oldtown and the Far Reach and my eldest brother has a keep of his own. But perhaps my younger brother Lancel would be interested in a few years." |
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Post by Flex on Oct 1, 2013 17:35:34 GMT -5
"A wise decision," Nymeria replied with a clever little nod. "And how are you seeing things different, hmmm? It sure must help not having to hold your nose all the time; that old woman had a smell to her." She sipped at her watered wine and studied the man who was talking to the Royce. Melyssa shrugged, looking around,"That having a Septa with you at all times, though wise and seasoned, is not always necessary." She smiled at the Lannister, sipping her wine again. "I do recognize the houses but who are the eligible ones here that represent them, if you don't mind me asking you?" Nymeria shrugged. "I do not care for such dull things, to be honest," She replied, tilting her nose upwards with a bored expression "The only one that I care about is my own house of course. Oh, and maybe her," She pointed at the Princess. |
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 1, 2013 17:38:47 GMT -5
Melyssa looked towards the Princess,"Why would you be interested in her", she asked. SHe sipped her wine and she noticed the younger Royce talking to the Baratheons and followed him with her eyes.
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Post by Erik on Oct 1, 2013 17:39:34 GMT -5
"Should we be lacking any brothers, Gods forbid, in a few year's time, I will be sure to keep him in mind." There was a bit of a pause as Ser Rickon considered what to say - he was not renowned for his skills at conversation. "You acquitted yourself well on the Stepstones, I hear. I would have liked to take part in the campaign, but my place was here, with the King."
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Post by Flex on Oct 1, 2013 17:40:52 GMT -5
Melyssa looked towards the Princess,"Why would you be interested in her", she asked. SHe sipped her wine and she noticed the younger Royce talking to the Baratheons and followed him with her eyes. "Because she will be a Queen soon," Nymeria replied with a tone that implied her reasoning was obvious. "Who wouldn't want to be best friends with a queen?" |
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 1, 2013 17:47:08 GMT -5
Donnel fiddled with the collar of his garb as he entered the hall. If it was any tighter he doubted he'd be able to breathe at all. He sighed in defeat at the futile attempt at avoiding a rash. The young knight visibly straightened himself and took a deep breath before plunging into the crowds of lords and ladies alike. Eventually a recognizable face became clear in the sea of peoples and Donnel moved towards it, "Uncle! Uncle!" he called. Donnel had always admired Oswyn Baratheon for his skill at arms and relished any opportunity where he might discuss combat tactics with him. A wide grin found itself upon his face. "It has been too long uncle." He remarked, roping him into a hug. "Damian told me what happened. When you're feeling better we'll have to spar. I've gotten better you know." The young Vale knight blushed as he noticed the others. "Lord Tyrell." he greeted with a bow. "Aunt Amelia." He pecked at her cheek. "My father sends his sincerest apologies. He has been unwell and the maester forbade him to leave the Eyrie." She nodded not really listening,"You are right, I had completely forgotten that she was going to be Coronated soon." She nodded not really listening,"You are right, I had completely forgotten that she was going to be Coronated soon." Melyssa continued to stare at the young man, hoping that the Nymeria was not paying her much attention. |
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Post by Flex on Oct 1, 2013 17:50:40 GMT -5
"Who is that?" Nymeria asked, noticing Melyssa's glances. "I am sure it would help more if you actually spoke to him than stare like some sort of lunatic."
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Post by Marie on Oct 1, 2013 17:51:41 GMT -5
"Should we be lacking any brothers, Gods forbid, in a few year's time, I will be sure to keep him in mind." There was a bit of a pause as Ser Rickon considered what to say - he was not renowned for his skills at conversation. "You acquitted yourself well on the Stepstones, I hear. I would have liked to take part in the campaign, but my place was here, with the King." "Of coucse. Nobody could expect otherwise of the Lord Commander," Gwayne replied smoothly. "Unless of course the King had wished to go to war. But it is useless to speculate on what might have been. If the exiled prince gives trouble, you may get to go to war after all, ser." Who wouldn't be?" Aurane replied, looking out for Leyton, having a thirst, whilst ignoring her obvious attempt to make him knight the boy as soon as possible. "Only fools and maniacs have a taste for war; the bloodshed is entirely unnecessary." He studied the young woman. "So how does a young widow come to be in King's Landing?" "Oh, I wanted a change of scene. And I rather hoped to befriend the princess. Unfortunately I've not even had the chance to meet her. Tragedy struck soon after I arrived, and, well...you know what happened, my lord. But I am curious, if you hate war so much, why did you go to the Stepstones? Could you not have sent someone in your place?" |
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