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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 19, 2008 10:32:07 GMT -5
Brandon having played the harp while the two danced, seats himself at the table somewhere between the knights and the lords. Talking to people of both kinds.
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Post by mark on Apr 19, 2008 10:34:07 GMT -5
Robb notices the man taking a seat and calls to him, draining another cup of wine in between. "You play very well, yet you are plainly not just a musician. Are you a knight? What is your name, ser?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 19, 2008 10:40:42 GMT -5
"I'm no knight, Lord Tarly. Brandon Stone is my name, cousin to the Lord Hand. You seem quite pleased this evening," Brandon replied.
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Post by mark on Apr 19, 2008 10:43:47 GMT -5
Robb nodded. "Is it that obvious, ser?" he asked, used to addressing everyone as ser. "Well, no matter. I do not wish to hide it. I am to marry the Lady Lysette of the esteemed House of Vaith. To not be pleased would be a crime." He grinned kindly.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 19, 2008 10:53:29 GMT -5
Brandon chuckled. "Indeed it is". Brandon raises his glass of wine. "To you and your soon to be wife, Lord Tarly". Brandon sips from his glass. "It would be an honour to play at your wedding".
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Post by mark on Apr 19, 2008 11:00:35 GMT -5
Robb looks delighted at the idea, draining another cup of wine at the toast. "The Lady and I would be honored to host you, ser."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 19, 2008 11:51:26 GMT -5
"I will look forward to it. Will it be here in Dorne or in the Far Reach?" Brandon smiles.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2008 12:15:16 GMT -5
Lysette sat by her father, and did not trouble to spare Lord Irwyn from her glares. She hated him more than she could say. Whenever she looked at him, she longed to throw her wine in his face, claw his eyes out, tear his cheeks to bloody ribbons with her bare hands. Her eyes flashed.
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Post by mark on Apr 19, 2008 12:17:58 GMT -5
Robb knew the marriage would be in the Reach, but he did not feel like bringing that up now with Lord Vaith present. Shrugging off the question, he said, "Lysette, tell me of your home, at Vaith. Is it a beautiful castle?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 19, 2008 12:19:48 GMT -5
Brandon looked at Lord Tarly's future wife, and hid an amused smile. Seems that he got himself a wild one.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2008 12:32:55 GMT -5
"The Red Dunes is lovely," Lysette said, remembering the castle that was her home. "Though now it is red with blood."
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Post by mark on Apr 19, 2008 12:37:17 GMT -5
He looks at her with sympathy, and a nod of understanding. "As are the dunes of Hellholt are stained with my brother's blood. And the red walls of the Red Keep are stained with my father's blood. They were brave men, and I miss them often." He looks into Lysette's eyes and begins to speak but stops. "But I do not wish to speak of such matters, not tonight. Have you ever traveled far, milady? I myself like to see the different parts of the world."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2008 12:42:38 GMT -5
"Travel far?" Lysette looked amused. "Why should a Dornishwoman ever wish to leave Dorne, the cradle of beauty and grace? Though perhaps Horn Hill cannot be too bad," she added teasingly.
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Post by mark on Apr 19, 2008 12:52:07 GMT -5
Robb returned the teasing smile, and said, "And why should I wish to travel from Horn Hill, when I will have the cradle of beauty and grace there, in the form of a lovely wife?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 19, 2008 12:59:34 GMT -5
Brandon looks around for another conversation, and spots Lady Uller. "How are you, Lady Uller?"
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