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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 2, 2013 15:29:03 GMT -5
"I will return shortly." Oswyn said diplomatically, offering his wife a reassuring smile as he positioned he leaned upon his cane. "Lead the way, my lord."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 15:34:39 GMT -5
Lord Tyrell walked away into another room, and then past a wall of guards. There was a small walled garden, and inside was a white stone fountain, and Rose was sitting there her hand in the water.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 2, 2013 15:46:07 GMT -5
Oswyn was surprised at the privacy he had been afforded, having expected the princess to be surrounded by courtiers seeking all jostling for her intention. He afforded his uncle a look of gratitude for the rare opportunity before offering a low bow to Her Grace.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 15:51:09 GMT -5
Rose looked at Oswyn and stood slowly.
Lord Tyrell said, "This is Oswyn Baratheon."
Rose smiled crookedly, "It is a pleasure."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 2, 2013 16:01:13 GMT -5
"The pleasure is mine, Your Grace." he said with a charming smile, rising from his bow slowly. "I am perplexed to see you alone. Are you not enjoying the festivities in your honor?"
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 2, 2013 16:13:14 GMT -5
Melyssa sighed, her heart skipping lightly,"I think your idea sounds more appealing and less overwhelming..."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 17:05:36 GMT -5
"The pleasure is mine, Your Grace." he said with a charming smile, rising from his bow slowly. "I am perplexed to see you alone. Are you not enjoying the festivities in your honor?" "I just wanted a bit of time to myself." Rose replied. "The masses were a tad overwhelming."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 2, 2013 17:20:35 GMT -5
"I suppose you must enjoy the rare chances of solitude you can find." he said with empathy. "I can return to the party if I am intruding?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 17:28:33 GMT -5
"I am sure my grandfather wanted us to met for a reason. He seldom does anything with out cause?" Rose replied.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 2, 2013 17:37:46 GMT -5
"You know my uncle far better than I." he admitted "If you grace us with your presence at the Stormlands coronation celebration, I will ensure that an area is set aside in case you seek similar solitude."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 17:44:14 GMT -5
Rose smiled, "That is very thoughtful, Oswyn. What are the plans for your celebration?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 2, 2013 17:53:34 GMT -5
"Songs, fools, and feasting." he answered. "Surely tired fare for you by now, but the company will be worthy and the game fresh."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 18:13:50 GMT -5
Rose thought a long moment, "I do love Fools. They are always fun to talk too.." She shrugged.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 2, 2013 18:35:43 GMT -5
"The trouble is that in the capital they do not all wear motley." he jested.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 18:39:07 GMT -5
Rose arched an eyebrow, "Are you implying I am a fool?"
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