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Post by Fel on May 8, 2008 13:38:26 GMT -5
Felryn turned to her again and frowned, her tone had suggested that she meant to ask a different question.
"As safe as the boy can be, and safer than he deserves to be. If he lives to manhood he can count himself blessed."
"What of the Sealord? What is taking so long?"
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2008 13:44:01 GMT -5
"The Sealord," Aranya spat, finally losing restraint. "What a slimy bastard. He has no intention of even considering my proposal. He is keeping me here, stalling simply to infuriate me and toy with me."
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Post by Fel on May 8, 2008 13:48:24 GMT -5
"Then leave," Felryn said obviously, regarding her like she was being stupid.
He stood and laced himself back up while walking to get more wine. He poured two glasses and gave one to her. "Why play the Sealord's game? The Sealord thinks to toy with everyone and anyone, he makes a sport of it. More fool you if you think you will change his mind. Not everyone responds to what's between your legs aswell as I."
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2008 14:00:00 GMT -5
Aranya threw her wine in his face and slapped him.
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Post by Fel on May 8, 2008 14:05:25 GMT -5
Felryn couldn't help but laugh at her reaction as he pick up a cloth to wipe his face. He grabbed her and pulled her close, so their noses were nearly touching.
"A compliment, Aranya, can't you take one?" he asked amused as he looked down at her.
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Post by Victarion on May 8, 2008 17:25:05 GMT -5
Jorah sat idly against a pillar near the Sealord's palace, tapping his hand on Brightroar's pommel. He ran a hand through his shimmering golden hair, and blew a sigh of exaspperation as he counted away the minutes. Finally he saw Constance come around the corner, cutting slices off an apple.
"It took you long enough." Jorah said, "Did you gain as a meeting?"
"Yes of course, with Aegon the Dragon himself." Constance said, "I've decided to make a gift of some lemon pies to him, as is befitting a Targaryen. No, I've been spending the day checking things out, making insights."
"Cheeky bastard," Jorah said with a sly, Lannister grin. "Come on and tell me straight, what have you found out?"
Constance idly toyed with a pair of dice in his hand, "Turns out some representatives from the Baratheons are already here in the city, meeting with Delinial Sergyo himself."
Jorah's green eyes turned curious, "Do you know any of them?"
"One is Aranya Royce, Mistress of Laws. Apparently some ship-fucking bastard from some backwards islands arrived recently as well."
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2008 18:57:58 GMT -5
"A compliment, was it?" she hissed. "I don't want that bastard."
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Post by Fel on May 9, 2008 1:11:23 GMT -5
"I thought so," he grinned, releasing her and walking over to the long windows to look out at the Sealord's palace.
"Will you leave then or not?"
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2008 1:24:33 GMT -5
She leaned against the bed post, tugging a strand of hair. "I will not, until I have some answer," she said. "It is my duty to wait it out, and do the best I can do to convince him to agree. Though the idea of kissing ass revolts me."
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Post by Fel on May 9, 2008 1:30:28 GMT -5
"And how long must I wait for that, Aranya? What is it you are discussing anyway?" he asked turning to her. "We know who poisoned the feast: Tristeza. What lead are you following up here that is of any importance? Have you seen the bitch?"
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2008 1:36:58 GMT -5
"I am not so sure Tristeza Martell had anything to do with the poisoning of my feast now," Aranya said, gazing at him. "I have indeed met her. The bitch seems to have certain delusions about her morality, but I do not think she would have poisoned my guests."
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Post by Fel on May 9, 2008 1:40:38 GMT -5
"I didn't know you were so naive, Aranya. You truely think she didn't poison your feast? As she did not try to poison us at Sunspear? As she did not have assassins kill my sister, and Meera Greyjoy, and many others during the Dornish War?"
"If not her than who?"
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2008 1:45:29 GMT -5
"I don't think she's above it," Aranya said, coming to join him at the window. A cool sea breeze blew in from the Purple Harbor, where the Sealord's private barges were anchored. "She is no angel, that one. Do not fear for my naivete, Felryn. But she lacks the spine, I think, and the resources. I think she acts on passion, and she had no reason to do it. I cannot see the Sealord helping her poison a feast where the King of Westeros and his brother were dining at. It was an act of madness, calculated madness. It makes me think of the red priest, and the eyeless priests of the Dead God."
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Post by Fel on May 9, 2008 1:48:59 GMT -5
Felryn's brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed at her. "I disagree at the depths the Sealord is willing to sink to cause havoc, but regardless, if you don't believe it, than why are we still here?" There was the threat of anger in his voice.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2008 1:50:40 GMT -5
Aranya gave him a flat stare. "For Tristeza Martell. She is a rebel, or had you forgotten? The Iron Throne will have her."
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Hope you all are well and happy.