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Post by The Stranger on Oct 10, 2013 18:47:41 GMT -5
Ser Finn smiled, "then after you," he suggested, gesturing politely for her to lead the way.
Lord Saxon nodded, "tomorrow suits fine. Anything that waited till today can most likely wait until tomorrow as well, is that not so?"
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Post by Marie on Oct 10, 2013 18:51:32 GMT -5
"Certainly. The last thing I wish is to give offence to Her Grace by discussing such matters at her own coronation celebration," Gwayne replied.
Izzy led Finn to the godswood.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 10, 2013 19:53:57 GMT -5
"Most sensible Lord Gwayne, most sensible," Said Lord Saxon, as he gave a brief salute, and then moved away to seek another partner.
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Post by Horas on Oct 10, 2013 23:38:16 GMT -5
Lord Bayard Royce arrives quite late, having had to travel quickly to arrive in King's Landing in time for the coronation at all. The newly announced Master of Laws wears a deep blue coat with bronze trim, and carries his customary engraved bronze cane. He is accompanied by a small retinue -- his everpresent attendant Cassar Saras and his sworn shield Ser Josiah Corbray.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 10, 2013 23:43:17 GMT -5
Oswyn's countenance lightens as he spots his Lord Bayard's arrival.
"I am glad you could make it good-brother!" he exclaimed, approaching him. "I understand congratulations are in order."
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Post by Horas on Oct 10, 2013 23:50:18 GMT -5
Bayard permits himself a smile, extending his hand. "And my own congratulations to you, Oswyn. I understand you are a lord in your own right now? From the tales Damian has told me about your campaigns together, Southtide could not have a worthier master."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 10, 2013 23:57:44 GMT -5
"The spoils of battle." he said, with some pride. "I will act as your eyes in this matter and tell you that Damian did his house proud on the field."
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Post by Horas on Oct 11, 2013 0:08:55 GMT -5
"I have heard as much, though it means much coming from a warrior of your caliber." Bayard holds out one hand to his side, and an attendant deposits a wine glass in it, from which Lord Royce sips. "Your injuries heal as well as can be expected, I hope? I was glad to hear that I am the only one of us who will need a cane for the foreseeable future."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 11, 2013 1:08:30 GMT -5
"I have patience and prayer to thank for that." Oswyn replied in good humor now. "How fares my dear sister? Will she be coming to the capital to join you in your new appointment?"
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Post by Horas on Oct 11, 2013 1:30:56 GMT -5
"She will remain in the Vale and keep good watch over the Eyrie for me. Did your wife make it to the ceremonies?" Bayard asks, involuntarily recalling the unpleasantness at their wedding feast.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 11, 2013 2:28:17 GMT -5
"She was not feeling up to the festivities." Oswyn said evasively. "With the stream of one celebration after another, I feel they took their toll."
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Post by Horas on Oct 11, 2013 2:40:12 GMT -5
"I admit I am thankful that I arrived precisely in time to avoid the excess of festivities," Bayard says dryly. "I subjected my son to that fate instead; one of the benefits of parenthood."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 11, 2013 2:46:49 GMT -5
"I shall have to remember that when Theodore is of age." Oswyn jested. "Your son had told me you were feeling ill. I am glad to see it was nothing serious."
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Post by Horas on Oct 11, 2013 3:01:18 GMT -5
"It was passing, thankfully. In truth, the clean air of the road benefited my constitution. I am much improved." Bayard takes another sip from his goblet. "Is your father present for the coronation as well?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 11, 2013 3:34:12 GMT -5
"Careful, that the fumes of this foul city do not return you to your sickbed." Oswyn chucked, taking an offered drink as well from a server. "Father actually just finished presenting the Queen her coronation gifts."
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Hope you all are well and happy.