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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 14, 2008 20:51:34 GMT -5
"Well fortune seems to come and go Lady Uller, I am sure the fortune of House Uller is just beginning to turn around. Would you care for some wine? I have only wine from the Arbor though." Alexander stands reaching for a glass for himself and one for the Lady if she so chooses.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 14, 2008 20:57:16 GMT -5
She takes it, and sips delicately, as she closes the distance between the two, "Oh, Lord Irwyn, this is absolutely the most choice. I shall swear off our own home made swill entirely." She placed her glass down on the corner of the desk, backing Lord Irwyn into a corner, her long eye lashes winking vampishly.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 14, 2008 21:00:30 GMT -5
"How long did you say your husband was imprisoned Lady Uller," Alexander emphasized the words husband and Lady, not that it meant anything although he felt that he was probably in enough trouble with the crown then to be caught with another Lords wife.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 14, 2008 21:02:50 GMT -5
"several years. It's been so terribly lonely." She sighs and her well formed breasts rise and fall with her breathing.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 14, 2008 21:09:31 GMT -5
Alexander sighed, she was beautiful, but his mind still turned to his Dacey. He brushed the woman aside. "Well I am glad you share the crown's concern about the Martells perhaps with your help we can rebuild a new Dorne." Alexander turned around trying to hide his erection behind his desk.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 14, 2008 21:20:47 GMT -5
"We are at the Crown's service lord Irwyn." She says, her voice lacking its previous warmth. "Rest assure, that House Uller serves the Iron Throne, always."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 14, 2008 21:24:04 GMT -5
Alexander nods, "Thank you, Lady Uller I will be sure to let the Lord Hand know that when he arrives."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 14, 2008 21:29:40 GMT -5
She bows gracefully, showing ample cleavage, before leaving the way she came in.
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Post by House Dustin on Apr 15, 2008 9:43:14 GMT -5
The Hand arrives in Godsgrace.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 15, 2008 10:58:48 GMT -5
A letter arrives for the Lord Hand
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Post by mark on Apr 18, 2008 8:16:53 GMT -5
A letter arrives, displaying the red huntsman of Horn Hill on the seal.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 18, 2008 17:20:17 GMT -5
A Braavosi merchant walks around and talk to the people of Godsgrace.
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Post by mark on Apr 18, 2008 21:34:03 GMT -5
Robb sits just below the Lord Hand and the Lord Irwyn, waiting for his future bride and her father the Lord Vaith to appear. He was confident; he had never failed when it came to women. He could thank the seven for that, giving him natural good looks and a muscular body. He could thank his master at arms at Horn Hill for making him into such a great knight, too. That never hurt.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 21:36:53 GMT -5
Lady Lysette of House Vaith sat beside her lord, in a cloth-of-silver gown that set off her glowing olive skin. Her black hair tumbled down her shoulders in ringlets, and her face was pretty, with wide dark eyes. She sat at the table, watchful.
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Post by mark on Apr 18, 2008 21:40:01 GMT -5
When they arrived Robb made sure they sat across from him. "Come, milord, milady, eat and drink with me." After they were situation he looked at Lysette and held his breath for a moment. He had always dreaded having to marry an ugly wife; now he realized all his worries were for naught. She was beautiful.
He gently took her hand and kissed it. "I am pleased to meet you, milady. I see the rumors of your beauty that are heard throughout the realm are not just rumors; but never has there been a more complete truth."
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