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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2007 15:00:52 GMT -5
Aranya and Ser Felwick Gower rode down to the Gates on mules, for Aranya had wanted to go for a ride but needed the Gates' stables. Aranya climbed down from her mule, wincing slightly, and she and Gower walked into the castle. She seemed a little sore.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 27, 2007 15:07:34 GMT -5
Walking towards the exit Lord Bolton sees Lady Aranya Royce. He glances behind himself to realize that Unghar he left behind. Shruggin he walks to her, and stiffly bows, "Lady Royce. It has been several months."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2007 15:09:00 GMT -5
"Lord Bolton?" Aranya looked at him in surprise. "What are you do - ah, well met, my lord. How is the collection of ears?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 27, 2007 15:13:25 GMT -5
"Grown large." Bolton replies, "Yours?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2007 15:18:10 GMT -5
"Grown black. Who do you take yours from?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 27, 2007 15:37:22 GMT -5
Bolten shrugs, "Here and there. Have you heard, my wife has passed."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2007 15:45:18 GMT -5
"I feel your grief," Aranya said sympathetically. "The turncloaks of the Night's Watch killed her, didn't they?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 28, 2007 1:20:16 GMT -5
"No my new wife. Bandits killed her." Bolton replied his eyes move up and down Aranya's lithe figure, and he continued in his dry raspy voice, "Who would I ask if I wanted to propose a marriage between our houses. You?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2007 1:30:48 GMT -5
Aranya looked amused. She leaned against the stone wall and looked him up and down, as if she was checking out a particularly good horse. "I was happily unaware of your interest, my lord."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 28, 2007 1:32:09 GMT -5
Bolton replies, "Now, you are not."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2007 1:34:11 GMT -5
"And so happy," Aranya smiled, and Bolton wasn't sure if she was serious or not. "Surely there must be a fair, untouched maid for our Warden of the North?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 28, 2007 1:44:58 GMT -5
Bolton replied, "I do not mind that you have been touched." A slight smirk plays across his lips.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2007 1:50:11 GMT -5
"How gracious of you. To tell the truth, I have wondered what it would be like to have my own Consort of Duskendale."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 28, 2007 2:01:24 GMT -5
"Indeed." replies Bolton.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2007 2:09:08 GMT -5
"As much I would like a Consort to take care of the castle and mind the children, I am not sure I could consider marriage at the moment. I have not yet found it in me to replace my husband. And I have my son and ward to find. But you are kind to offer, my lord."
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Hope you all are well and happy.