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Post by Lord Yohn Baratheon on Oct 1, 2013 15:26:34 GMT -5
"I told you we were early..." Lady Meletyne muttered to her husband, tugging his arm, as they entered the house's main hall.
"Of course we are... Now shut up, woman." Yohn snapped back at her.
They sat as near as they could from the main table, one frowning and hissing at the other.
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Post by Marie on Oct 1, 2013 15:50:01 GMT -5
Lord Hightower arrives with his sister Isabel since he felt he ought to have a lady on his arm and deemed it unwise to bring his mistress. The pair were in Hightower colours, grey and white trimmed with silver. Izzy brightened up her attire with a ruby pendant on a silver chain but Gwayne had no jewels.
OOC - should Perianne be there or back at Storm's End? I have no clue as to her relationships with the Baratheons
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Post by Marie on Oct 1, 2013 16:32:41 GMT -5
"Not at all," said Izzy, accepting the offered hand. "I love Kings Landing. it's so different to Highgarden and Oldtown. I like to be anywhere there's lots of people, and singers, and entertainment. I am so looking forward to seeing how Stormlanders celebrate, truly. You have a very beautiful dress, Lady Amelia."
"Beautiful indeed," said Gwayne. "Every jewel needs a beautiful setting in order to show off the fullness of its own lustre." He smiled warmly at Amelia. "I have some small acquaintance with Ser Oswyn, and his lordly father, though I regret our acquaintance is but slight. I hope to remedy that this evening. I fear the bonds between our houses are not as strong as they might be, despite Ser Quenton's marriage to my little sister."
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Post by Lord Yohn Baratheon on Oct 1, 2013 16:36:05 GMT -5
Meletyne's mouth twitched, of course the Hightowers were important guests, but they, at least Yohn, were family. She rose to her feet and approached Amelia.
"Amelia, darling!" The volantenese said cheerly, interrupting her conversation with the Fareachmen.
While this Yohn only stared at his wife with a mix of appreciation and anger. He took a sip of his wine and whispered to himself. "And there she goes again..." The new-made lord laid back on his chair to appreciate the probable upcoming event.
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Post by Marie on Oct 1, 2013 17:10:23 GMT -5
"I'm glad," Gwayne remarked to Amelia. "I've not seen Perianne in quite some time. I am pleased they have found happiness in their union. I myself have yet to find wedded bliss for myself."
Izzy, eyeing up Meletyne to see if she was a rival, asked "Who is this lady? I am not acquainted with her?"
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Post by Lord Yohn Baratheon on Oct 1, 2013 17:27:01 GMT -5
Amelia stiffened as the Volantene whore approached her. She hated to be associated with this woman. "How do you do?" she said coldly. "I believe Ser Yohn is sitting over there?" "Indeed he is..." Meletyne fondly rested her hand on Amelia's shoulder, with a fake smile across her face. She wore a long purple silk gown and her most valuable silver snuggly fitting choker. "I came here just to congratulate you for the magnificent event organization. Was it your graceful self who chose this marvelous fragrance for the evening?" She said with her heavy foreign accent, and a tinies of dosages of sarcasm. Izzy, eyeing up Meletyne to see if she was a rival, asked "Who is this lady? I am not acquainted with her?" "Lady Meletyne Morveer, wife to Lord Yohn Baratheon of Solitude." She gave a graceful bow. "And, if I may guess, my lady is the Lady of the Hightower, isn't her?" |
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Post by Marie on Oct 1, 2013 17:37:26 GMT -5
Izzy, eyeing up Meletyne to see if she was a rival, asked "Who is this lady? I am not acquainted with her?" "Lady Meletyne Baratheon, wife to Lord Yohn Baratheon of Solitude." She gave a graceful bow. "And, if I may guess, my lady is the Lady of the Hightower, isn't her?" "I'm not," said Izzy. "My brother is unwed. I am Isabel Hightower, sister to Lord Hightower, and widow of Ser Tommen Tyrell." |
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Post by Lord Yohn Baratheon on Oct 1, 2013 18:07:54 GMT -5
Amelia had no wish to introduce the awful woman, but when Isabel asked so directly, there was little she could do. "This is Lady Meletyne, a distant kinswoman of the Baratheons, by marriage," she said with a polite smile. Just saying "Lady Meletyne" made her very soul recoil. "Distant?!?!?! Silly Amelia.. I'm Oswyn's aunt, don't you remember darling? Talking like that, our dear Isabel might think you're not fond of my company." Meletyne chuckled at it, but the real joke was to poke Amelia as far as she could. |
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Post by Marie on Oct 1, 2013 18:10:13 GMT -5
"I'm sure your sister will be happy to help you choose an eligible bride, my lord," Amelia replied to Gwayne. Amelia had no wish to introduce the awful woman, but when Isabel asked so directly, there was little she could do. "This is Lady Meletyne, a distant kinswoman of the Baratheons, by marriage," she said with a polite smile. Just saying "Lady Meletyne" made her very soul recoil. "Well met," Izzy said with a smile, though she was alert to Amelia's tone. Gwayne murmured a greeting to the lady as well, before saying to Amelia "I a not sure my sister is the right woman to ask about my bride. Women see other women differently, is that not so?" |
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 1, 2013 20:15:43 GMT -5
Donal Stormshield sits at a table and chuckles to himself as Amelia is purely confronted by the Lady Meletyne. He pulls a plate full of boar meat fresh from the spit in front of him and takes a bite of it savoring the taste.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 2, 2013 4:06:28 GMT -5
Lord Oswyn stands straighter this evening than he had in weeks, a warm bath and massage having left his muscles relaxed and limber. He still carried his stag-horn and blackthorn cane at his side, leaning upon it on occasion and knowing that as the knight wore on his reliance on it would steadily increase. He admired his wife's handiwork with satisfaction, enjoying the gaiety of the event, even cracking a smile at a fool's verse made at the expense of some guest or other.
He greeted the Hightowers with a wide smile, remembering that Lord Gwayne's valiance in the final battle had kept the left flank intact despite devastating losses, so much so that the Lord of Oldtown's bemoaning of this fact in the aftermath could be forgiven.
"If battling foreigners together upon the Stepstones did not strengthen our bond to your satisfaction, I am sure it is nothing good wine and conversation cannot see righted." Oswyn said graciously, firmly shaking Gwayne's hand and kissing that of his sister."
Oswyn grimaced as Lady Meletyne made her presence known. Personally, he had no distaste for the woman, even if she did insist on being referred to as his hand though they shared no blood. However, the caustic relationship between the woman and his bride was a fact better not made evident before their esteemed guests. He looked to Donal enviously for a moment, wishing he could enjoy the food and drink without the worries of his station.
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Oct 2, 2013 4:35:02 GMT -5
Gareth Hightower followed his siblings into the hall with a bored look on his face. He too was dressed in the colors of the Far Reach, a red flame badge immediately noticeable against the grey and white doublet he wore. It wasn't long before a wine cup found its way into his hand and he wandered the Hall, looking for something that would pique his interest.
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Post by Marie on Oct 2, 2013 6:17:22 GMT -5
Lord Oswyn stands straighter this evening than he had in weeks, a warm bath and massage having left his muscles relaxed and limber. He still carried his stag-horn and blackthorn cane at his side, leaning upon it on occasion and knowing that as the knight wore on his reliance on it would steadily increase. He admired his wife's handiwork with satisfaction, enjoying the gaiety of the event, even cracking a smile at a fool's verse made at the expense of some guest or other. He greeted the Hightowers with a wide smile, remembering that Lord Gwayne's valiance in the final battle had kept the left flank intact despite devastating losses, so much so that the Lord of Oldtown's bemoaning of this fact in the aftermath could be forgiven. "If battling foreigners together upon the Stepstones did not strengthen our bond to your satisfaction, I am sure it is nothing good wine and conversation cannot see righted." Oswyn said graciously, firmly shaking Gwayne's hand and kissing that of his sister." Oswyn grimaced as Lady Meletyne made her presence known. Personally, he had no distaste for the woman, even if she did insist on being referred to as his hand though they shared no blood. However, the caustic relationship between the woman and his bride was a fact better not made evident before their esteemed guests. He looked to Donal enviously for a moment, wishing he could enjoy the food and drink without the worries of his station. Gwayne shook the offered hand with a firm grip as he noted the cane Oswyn carried. "There was hardly time to get to know others properly during wartime when our primary goal was to liberate the Stepstones," he replied. "But I am very pleased to see that you are looking so much better. Your strength is admirable. I daresay few men would have healed as well as you. But perhaps you are right. Would you object to leaving the ladies to talk about dresses and whatever else interests women, while you and I have a cup of wine and talk war stories?" |
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Post by Sam on Oct 2, 2013 9:21:54 GMT -5
Lord Baratheon arrives, noticably late, leaning down to whisper in the ear of a giggling serving girl as he walked. She scurries off toward the kitchens with another laugh, and the Lord of Storm's End takes his seat at the head of the table, welcoming those guests who have already arrived.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 11:08:42 GMT -5
Aenys Targaryen and the Grand Maester enter the ball.
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Hope you all are well and happy.