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Post by mockingbird on Jan 2, 2008 18:01:42 GMT -5
Andrew and Owen had walked the streets of Gulltown, buying some simple supplies and new clothing to fit their new home. They had sold their Free Cities clothing and got some coins in their purses for them. They headed to the castle gates and asked the guard to bring a message that Andrew Royce and Owen Baelish wanted to meet with the Lord.
"Andrew Royce, never heard of him" the guard told him.
Andrew took out a family ring and showed the man, telling the guard that the Lord would probably recognize it.
They were told to wait outside until someone came to get them.
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Post by House Dustin on Jan 9, 2008 23:35:11 GMT -5
A raven flies from Grafton Castle.
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on Jan 17, 2008 11:42:07 GMT -5
Emelia Martell is reclining in her guest chamber, apparently taking a light nap.
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Post by Horas on Jan 17, 2008 15:06:11 GMT -5
The door to Emelia's tower cell opens. Three stern faced guardsmen in the livery of the Hand and Ser Brandon Rivers enter the room and stand at attention around the room.
Horas Blackwood enters next. He walks over to an unoccupied chair and seats himself. "Hello, Emelia," he says, "What brings you to Gulltown?"
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on Jan 17, 2008 17:42:04 GMT -5
Emelia smiled at Horas. "Hello, Horas," she responded. "It was a waystation on my trip to the Eyrie...my purpose for going there was to meet Lady Lilith and deliver young Brynden Royce to her care." She smiled calmly. "I'd rather have given him over to Aranya directly, but she in particular is busy mustering armies."
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Post by Horas on Jan 17, 2008 18:08:12 GMT -5
"Indeed?" Horas says. He continues the casual tone, as if they chanced to meet each other on the street. "I shall ensure the young heir to Duskendale is put in good hands."
"Though it is interesting that you appear to be in two places at once. Humor me by answering a few questions. Where and when did we first make each other's aquaintance, Emelia Martell?"
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on Jan 17, 2008 18:18:24 GMT -5
Emelia smiled at Horas. "I was wondering when you'd check that," she said.
"We met at Rhodri's feast, back when he was the Castellan of Storm's End. You asked me to dance, but I handed you to my paramour for the first dance because I had my duty to fulfill. Then I had to get moving before -we- ever got to dance, because Syrio Hotah was being annoying down in Dorne."
She looked at Horas. "Do I pass inspection?"
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Post by Horas on Jan 17, 2008 18:34:21 GMT -5
"That should suffice," Horas says. He studies Emelia for a few moments longer. "The Sealord seems to have you wrapped up quite well. How much contact do you have with your network?"
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on Jan 17, 2008 19:06:11 GMT -5
Emelia chuckled. "I was planning on dropping a letter to Quentin as soon as I heard about the fake, but you know...I haven't exactly had much opportunity to write letters."
She looked at Horas. "Spy-wise, I can probably activate most of my agents and assassins without much difficulty; I doubt the fake even knows who my Master of Whisperers is, let alone my deep cover agents and special couriers. Diplomacy-wise, as soon as I'm free I can access my contacts, secure the support of the North and block any moves by the fake to subvert the Vale...again, if the fake even knows which allies I'd manipulate."
Emelia grinned wickedly at Horas. "Anyone who thinks the Sealord has me controlled has been rather misled."
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Post by Horas on Jan 18, 2008 0:32:56 GMT -5
"All very useful, Emelia," Horas says, "Though our most pressing concern right now are the conscripts your double has raised against us. How do you plan to take back your army and your kingdom from her?"
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on Jan 18, 2008 9:33:46 GMT -5
Emelia laughed. "As mentioned. One letter to Quentin and Storm's End is mine, if I can act immediately."
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Post by Horas on Jan 18, 2008 13:52:51 GMT -5
Horas smiles, then turns to one of his guardsmen. "Find a quill and some parchment for the Princess, Lars."
The man trudges off and returns several minutes later with the required articles. He places them on the table in front of Emelia, then returns to his position. Horas waits expectantly.
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on Jan 19, 2008 0:53:32 GMT -5
Emelia laughed at Horas. "You think I wish to have you vet it for propriety, my Lord Horas?" she asked, grinning brightly. "Among other things, it's going to contain identifying information to prove I'm the real Princess. If it's all the same to you I'd rather not have Quentin's bodies exhumed in your sight. I do have standards when dealing with my vassals."
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Post by Horas on Jan 19, 2008 1:35:52 GMT -5
Horas merely shrugs. "I will be reading your letter regardless. You might as well write it now. Unless you would rather delay for some cause?"
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on Jan 19, 2008 1:52:38 GMT -5
Emelia looked at Horas. "Oh, so that's the game, Horas?" she asked mildly. "Very well, that changes the content of the letter." She began to write the opening salutations, then turned to Horas. "I suddenly find that it's much more important to clean up matters in Dorne than to raise a finger to help you or Piers, captive or no."
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Hope you all are well and happy.