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Post by The Smith on Sept 30, 2013 0:36:58 GMT -5
Lord Tyrell looked at Amelia and snorted, "I do not value bravery much. I have seen too many men make foolish decisions based on... ummmm... courage. A cool, collected mind is far more preferred to my thinking." He looked at her and then asked, "And you are his wife... what was your name again?
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Post by The Smith on Sept 30, 2013 0:50:58 GMT -5
"There are many who whisper that those who stayed behind to do their duty at court are craven and barely men at all." Tyrell said looking at pretty Amelia, "You would make a better Lion then Stag I think."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 30, 2013 0:57:45 GMT -5
Princess Rose Targaryen enters the Manse wearing a red and green dress. She looks around and then starts walking into the crowd.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 30, 2013 1:04:52 GMT -5
Tyrell studied her, "How can you be both things? Doesn't that just lead to.... ummmm... confused loyalties?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 30, 2013 1:15:08 GMT -5
"When did he get that? Ummmm.... I do not recall having gifted that to him. Did he take it with out asking first." Tyrell replied.
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Sept 30, 2013 1:22:26 GMT -5
Gareth looked from one to the other as they spoke, smiling insolently at his former mentor Lord Tyrell as he did so. He wondered if the man would even remember he had once squired for him. Somehow Gareth doubted it. The man was too full of his own self-importance these days.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 30, 2013 1:33:35 GMT -5
Oswyn kept a respectful demeanor and thin smile on his face, the only sign of his annoyance being the white in his knuckled as he tightly gripped the stag-horn handle of his cane.
"Surely you can agree that Her Grace is in need of capable men in the field as well as court." he asserted, evenly. "Some must decide what is best for the realm and others must carry it out. Each takes its own form of courage."
He placed his free arm protectively around his wife.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 30, 2013 1:38:05 GMT -5
"Oh... we need fighters and murderers. Do not get me wrong." Tyrell replied, "And what I do requires very little courage... I... am as craven as your wife implied." He chuckles.
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Sept 30, 2013 2:17:38 GMT -5
"Surely you can agree that Her Grace is in need of capable men in the field as well as court." he asserted, evenly. "Some must decide what is best for the realm and others must carry it out. Each takes its own form of courage." "But one takes more courage than the other. Any man can see that." said Gareth a smile on his face, but his eyes gazing unflinching at Lord Tyrell. |
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 30, 2013 2:37:00 GMT -5
"Oh... we need fighters and murderers. Do not get me wrong." Tyrell replied, "And what I do requires very little courage... I... am as craven as your wife implied." He chuckles. "Some would argue it takes courage to follow your ambitions." Oswyn offered tactfully. "Considering your current position and influence, it seems you have done just that." His eyes drifted to the Master of Coin's granddaughter and cause for this celebration, Princess Rose Targaryen, to emphasize his point. |
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Post by Flex on Sept 30, 2013 4:36:47 GMT -5
"Perhaps it is. I have never visited Lannisport," she confided. "Oldtown is more beautiful than Kings Landing, but of course the capital is much bigger. Though not so old. If you would like to see Oldtown, I am sure my brother would issue an invitation, if I ask him to. The Citadel and the Starry Sept are well worth a visit, as if the Hightower itself." "It is not too hard for a city to be more beautiful than Kings Landing, truth be told," Aurane replied with a wave of his hand. "As for Oldtown, I am sure I will have cause to visit one day. May I extend an invitation for you to visit my city?" He smiled handsomely. |
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Post by Flex on Sept 30, 2013 4:42:19 GMT -5
Melyssa entered the party, dressed in a Lilac laced dress, without her Septa. She was alone and looking at all of the men and women of the different houses, but she did recognize Prince Martell in the crowd. Grabbing a drink of wine, she began mingling about the talking folk of the party. Nymeria spotted the annoying girl from the other day and decides to have some fun. "It's you," she said, sidling up to her. |
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 30, 2013 6:04:13 GMT -5
Melissa looked at the Lannister over her glass. Then she swallowed,"Yes, it is."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 6:34:41 GMT -5
Jennalynn looked around the room for someone else to talk to, as Lord Tully didn't seem to interested in talking to her anymore. She had noticed the Princess enter, but she knew better than to just approach her directly, but she gave her a smile as their eyes met briefly before the princess disappered in the crowd.
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Post by Flex on Sept 30, 2013 6:59:37 GMT -5
Melissa looked at the Lannister over her glass. Then she swallowed,"Yes, it is." "You look different," Nymeria pointed out. "Less... sickly. It must be because that awful Septa isn't with you!" Her eyes met Jennalyn's and acknowledged her briefly, her smile slight. |
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