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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 3, 2007 1:10:51 GMT -5
Garth Buckler, Steward of Storm's End, prepares a series of chambers for the Princess of Dorne's comfort. Buckler has traveled frequently to Dorne, and is familiar with many of their comforts -- low tables, floor cushions and divans rather than the utilitarian oak tables and chairs preferred by Andals. He fits the chambers in the best Dornish style, with rugs (many taken from other parts of the castle), wall hangings and braziers meant to evoke Dornish architecture.
Visitors to the castle hoping for an audience with the Princess or other royalty of Dorne during the tournament should come here.
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on Jul 3, 2007 1:25:03 GMT -5
Princess Emelia entered the apartments, her ebon-skinned paramour by her side (but keeping her public affection restrained while in Westeros) and a couple of Emelia's servants carrying her snake cage with them. Emelia took the chance to look around the room...and blinked, betraying a momentary shock beyond even her normally-perfect composure. She turned to the steward as he was showing her in and dipped her head briefly, smiling widely.
"Send my thanks to Lord Rhodri. He has gone far beyond what I expected or hoped for to ensure my comfort." The porters set Oberyn on a low side table, as the snake idly looked toward Garth, as if sizing up whoever the Princess was complimenting.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 3, 2007 1:31:59 GMT -5
"Whatever pleases you, your highness, mi'lord Redroyce is pleased to be your host here." Buckler looks mildly discomforted by the serpent's appraisal, but takes it in stride. "He looks forward to greeting you personally once you are comfortable."
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on Jul 3, 2007 1:33:44 GMT -5
She smiled. "Thank you, good ser. I will meet him as soon as myself and my party are settled in."
OOC: Which means tomorrow as I'm heading to bed.
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Post by darklyn on Jul 3, 2007 9:40:11 GMT -5
Lucian arrived at Storms End a day later than Emelia. He rode for the compartments of the Drum Tower. He wiped the sticky sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. By gods how do these Wetbacks live in this wet heat? He much prefered the scorching suns of Dorne. He made his way inside the Tower and searched for the Steward.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 3, 2007 10:13:06 GMT -5
Garth Buckler appears, nervously fussing with his collar. "I heard you were seeking me?" he asks to Ser Lucian Martell. Buckler knew his brother and uncle almost fought with this man over Blackhaven, the ancient keep along the Dornish Marches.
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Post by darklyn on Jul 3, 2007 10:42:55 GMT -5
Lucian was walking about the entrance of the tower. Looking at the scattered wall hangings and noticed a few areas where rugs may have been missing. He turned to the voice of the freshly arrived steward," I am Lucian Martell, Uncle to the Princess. Take me to her quarters. Remain close, I wish a tour of these grounds when my business is done."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 3, 2007 10:49:52 GMT -5
"Right this way, Ser, right this way." Buckler turns to lead Ser Lucian to the Princess.
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on Jul 3, 2007 12:13:00 GMT -5
Princess Emelia was wrapping up her settling-in process earlier than many rich noblewomen would, but even still, getting her baggage unpacked still took a full day. She and Shajura were still dressing for the meeting with the Red Royce, and a maid outside kept the pair waiting until they were ready.
Emelia emerged from the bedroom in a formal Westerosi-style gown, colored in black and red, while her paramour wore a Summer Island gown composed of bright feathers. At the sight of Lucian, she smiled. "Ah, you made it, Uncle Lucian," she said.
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Hope you all are well and happy.