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Post by The Flint on Dec 23, 2007 17:31:47 GMT -5
"I'm afraid not many. Ser Osmund Hillcrest was my escort. I couldn't convince Ser Torn to come, he was insistent upon staying at Stoatheart in case Francis sent word. and Lady Ilisebeth was not feeling well, and chose to stay behind."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 23, 2007 18:18:42 GMT -5
"Well I appreciate you and the baby making the journey. This day is so special for my daughter." The Lady Fox said. "Do you need any refreshments? We have music and food in the pavillion."
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Post by The Flint on Dec 23, 2007 18:27:02 GMT -5
"Oh thank you, but I'm still trying to get rid of the excess weight from the baby." In true Lady Anne had already done a fairly decent job with that. "When Francis does come home I don't want him to run back to King's Landing in horror."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 24, 2007 14:24:46 GMT -5
A servant enters the room, "Lady Florent the wedding will begin soon."
"The wedding will begin when I am damn ready," came Sybill's curt reply.
"Of Course, milady" the servant said hurrying from the room.
"Nevermind her dear, take all the time you want. Lady Anne perhaps we should move to greet the guests, Dacey has more to do to get ready."
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Post by The Flint on Dec 24, 2007 14:28:09 GMT -5
Lady Anne nodded, and took Cyrus from Dacey's arms. The boy cooed happily after being returned to his mother.
"Shall we Lady Sybil?" Anne said, following the older woman out into the reception area.
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Post by loremaster on Dec 24, 2007 14:46:03 GMT -5
Royalty was in town.
Edrick had no real interest in the wedding, but it was a party and it happened to be on his way to Oldtown. He had actually brought a gift this time...
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Post by The Flint on Dec 24, 2007 15:14:00 GMT -5
Many thousands of men were encamped at the base of Brightwater Keep, and they watched His Highness' approach with care. When Prince Edrick arrived at the gate, he found Ser Osmund Hillcrest standing with a mix of Varner, Florent and Irwyn men. He was puzzling over the royal standard.
"May I.. uh.. help your Highness?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 24, 2007 16:07:49 GMT -5
The Groom Alexander Irwyn approaches the reception with Ser Gilbert and his Uncle Ser Rodney Blackbar. Alexander waits to greet guests while Ser Gilbert and Ser Rodney head towards the table with Ale.
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Post by loremaster on Dec 24, 2007 17:53:51 GMT -5
Edrick looked up at the keep before turning to face the knight. He had a look of earnest curiosity upon his face. "I believe this is Brightwater Keep, where the Florents are reputed to live. I haven't been this far south in many years..." Edrick might be a murderer and a monster and a wretched example of royalty, but he was still the explorer who had set out for unknown lands when he was but a young man. He still had that sense of awe and amazement, though it had long been tempered by cynicism and gluttony.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 24, 2007 17:58:02 GMT -5
"Your Highness is correct regarding the keep and its occupants. What seems to be the matter?" Ser Osmund looks mildly perplexed.
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Post by loremaster on Dec 24, 2007 18:07:09 GMT -5
"I had hoped I might stay the night. I have few retainers with me and I can testify they are quiet and unintrusive." He gestured to his entourage which consisted of stonefaced men who were almost certainly Ironborn or Northerners judging by their features and disposition. For what purpose a Prince of Baratheon did not ride with his own bannermen, Edrick did not describe.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 24, 2007 18:13:38 GMT -5
Ser Osmund sees the Northerners and Ironborn, the two people with whom the Far Reach has the worst relations, and the limited excuse for a smile on his face becomes even more limited.
"Very well milord, if you will wait patiently for a moment I will speak the Lady Florent."
Ser Osmund disappears for a moment. The remaining guards watch the mixed group with Prince Edrick carefully.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 24, 2007 18:20:07 GMT -5
Ser Osmund returns with an attractive woman in her mid thirties dressed in a beautiful gown of blue silk and golden myrish lace. "Prince Edrick, I am so glad the crown got our invitation but I did not think that any would be able to make the trip." Lady Sybil Tyrell Florent smiles seductively.
"We have the finest Arbor Red over on that table, and the Irwyn's brought some of their local ale which is one of the finest in the Far Reach, over there. If your men are highborn then they can come also otherwise there is another party in the camp over there," she points to where the Far Reach Expeditionary force is encamped outside the walls.
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Post by loremaster on Dec 24, 2007 19:05:13 GMT -5
He turned and nodded to his men, who dismounted and moved wordlessly in the direction she pointed. Facing the Lady, "Indeed, though it was not the original intention of my journey south, I felt obliged to make a short stop here. Tell me, are any of the Hightowers in residence? It has been many years since I have made their..." It took him longer than a second to decide upon the proper word. "Acquaintance."
If his wife's family were intendance, or by the Other's cursed grace, the shewolf herself... Edrick was already regretting sending his sellswords away.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 24, 2007 19:10:47 GMT -5
"We sent an invitation to the Hightowers but I am not sure that they made the trip. Lord Justin is very young still and Maester Alesander does not leave the Hightower in oldtown very frequently." Lady Florent says.
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