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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 25, 2007 0:51:13 GMT -5
"What do you have in mind Lord Regent?" the Lady Fox asks with some interest.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 25, 2007 0:52:44 GMT -5
"In this I'll have your blind obedience Lady Sybil. Either you trust me or you don't."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 25, 2007 1:00:09 GMT -5
Lady Sybil Tyrell Florent, frowned for the first time since starting the conversation. She did not know much about Lord Varner or the Varner house for that matter. She had always considered the Florent's as one of the premier families of the realm and was uncomfortable to be in a position where she depended on an inferior house for help. Her misgivings were obvious, her normal charm and political intrigue failing to hide her true emotions.
"Well. . . Lord Varner," the Lady Florent said, her smile returning, "it seems that I have little choice to trust you as my House's situation is not that comfortable given Alphonse's precarious situation." She pauses as if dreading each and every word that she is about to say next, "What is it that you would have me do?"
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Post by The Flint on Nov 25, 2007 1:06:09 GMT -5
"Dacey gets along very well with Ser Alexander don't you think? They'd make a sweet couple. The Irwyns are an old family, they've served the Varners for generations. His star is sure to rise. If you'll consent to a marriage between my man and the young lady, than Ser Steffan will have my firmest backing. And we will find him a woman, and he will have an heir. That's the pact I'd offer you."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 25, 2007 1:11:55 GMT -5
"Alexander is an attractive lad, strong and smart and there is little doubt that he enjoys my daughter's company, however, what are his holdings?" the she fox asks getting to the heart of her concerns. "I would want to know that my daughter Dacey will be well cared for. I know he has Blackbar blood but he is not in line to inherit."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 25, 2007 1:19:11 GMT -5
"He rules a series of villages near Stoatheart. Small but hearty and healthy, and I as said, the timber business is profitable. It may not be a fat and wealthy merchant of Highgarden, but the blood is good, and she may actually enjoy her marriage, instead of simply waiting for her husband to die."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 25, 2007 1:25:29 GMT -5
Lady Florent thinks about the matter for a second. "Very well, I will consent but I would like to find a suitable wife for my son Steffan first," the she Fox pleads.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 25, 2007 1:27:37 GMT -5
"It wouldn't do to have the youngest daughter married off before the eldest son. We shall find the son a wife, and than the daughter can have her wedding as well. Agreed?"
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Post by edricdayne on Nov 25, 2007 1:46:56 GMT -5
Lord Erryk Mallister walks into the tent, to celebrate for his victory in the joust. He heads over to the Farman woman, the victory giving him the courage to talk to her. "Hello Lady Farman, how are you this fine evening?"
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Post by Ellinda on Nov 25, 2007 2:08:06 GMT -5
Shahi Snow, finding a temporary lull in the dancing, takes the chance to covertly glance at the young man across the tent from her. He wasn't bad looking, obvious a knight with his broad shoulders and athletic build and he had been watching her all evening. She found him looking at her at the same time she was looking at him and quickly glanced away, but no before a little smile came to her lips.
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 25, 2007 2:15:41 GMT -5
Roland drained the last of his wine, while Daven babbled on. As he lowered his cup he saw over the rim that same dark-haired beauty he could not seem to avoid looking at. She was looking at him. She looked away, but not before he thought he saw a feint curl at the corner of her lips.
The wine was warm in his veins and he felt a crackling buzz in the back of his skull. What have you got to lose anyway? He held a hand up at Daven who was about to pour more wine into the cup, "Daven, I have got to go for a while."
Roland stood, free and confident, and walked across the tent. He approached the girl and smiled at her. "Milady, I am Ser Roland Royce, and I would like the next dance."
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Post by Ellinda on Nov 25, 2007 2:19:24 GMT -5
She blushed rather prettily when he asked her, and found she could not meet his eye, but she readily took his hand and followed him to the dance floor. And she even managed to get up the courage to ask him a question, "Have you always wanted to be a knight and compete in competitions like the melee and the joust?"
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 25, 2007 2:33:05 GMT -5
Roland felt the closeness of her as they danced. He suddenly felt as though it were very warm, and worried that she would feel it too, or that maybe he was sweating. He did not really know. He heard her question. "Tourneys... I enjoy the competitions, and I have always wanted to be a knight... but I suppose I've always thought the employment of arms being more to the purpose of the Realm." He realized immediately that that was awkward, and perhaps not the heroic or romantic rejoinder that Daven or the Knight of Diamonds might have offered.
He was not without spirit, however, and tried to recover with a simple question, "From where do you hail, milady?"
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Post by Ellinda on Nov 25, 2007 2:40:59 GMT -5
"From the North," she answered simply and then paused, daring him to question her next statement. "I am a Snow."
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 25, 2007 2:48:00 GMT -5
Roland, for all of his goodwill, still missed a beat with that. She's a bastard? he thought, as he stumbled over her feet. They, thankfully, did not fall. He looked into her eyes, "I am sorry my lady. I am not the most graceful dancer." He resumed the dance, his mind struggling with how to respond. He finally decided on: "And do you have a first name?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5