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Post by The Flint on Dec 26, 2007 13:17:33 GMT -5
A messenger from Stoatheart disembarks, and approaches Ser Osmund Hillcrest, whispering in his ear. With a growing look of shock, Ser Osmund turns to Lady Anne.
"Come with me milady, I'm afraid we must return to home." Anne gave Osmund a curious look, but his pale face told her that there was bad tidings. Standing up a little straighter, Lady Anne nodded stoically. Ser Osmund led the way, with Lady Anne and her maids behind, one of them holding young Cyrus. She stopped by Lady Sybil's table.
"Lady Sybil, I regret that was must leave you now and return to Stoatheart due to pressing concerns. We'll be sending ravens for Ser Steffan and Lord Alexander immediately upon our return."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 26, 2007 16:20:22 GMT -5
"Oh how dreadful," Lady Florent responded, "Is everything okay?."
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Post by The Flint on Dec 26, 2007 16:55:45 GMT -5
Anne looked about set to burst into tears, her upper lip quivering, she says nothing. Ser Osmund takes her by the shoulder, and moves her forward.
"We'll be in touch Lady Florent." He said.
the Varner entourage leaves Brightwater for Stoatheart.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 26, 2007 18:35:13 GMT -5
////////// After about an hour of fun, the cry goes up for the newly weds to begin the bedding. Lord Alexander Irwyn and the new Lady Irwyn are quickly cornered and carried to their room. Various parts of clothing are removed and the couple works to consumate their marriage.
The two seem to waste no time, much to the cheers of the crowd gathered outside, until the Lady Florent comes to shoo them all away from the door and back to the reception.
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Post by loremaster on Dec 26, 2007 18:41:49 GMT -5
The prince watched the consummation with interest, stroking his beard and sipping the Arbor wine. He took his time leaving, slipping his hand down and patting the Lady Fox's bum before turning to leave. "I'll be hoping the accomodations are warm, milady."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 26, 2007 21:53:13 GMT -5
Lady Florent smiles devilishly, "If you can get the King to return a verdict on my Husband then I think you will find us both very hospitable." She lowers a voice to a whisper and leans closer, "no one has ever complained about my accommodations being anything else but warm." She emphasized the last word with her hot breath as her breast rubbed against the prince's forearm. Then she turned and walked away gracefully, glancing back after a second to see if the Prince was still watching.
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Post by loremaster on Dec 26, 2007 22:07:04 GMT -5
The Prince was grinning like a bloodrider at a Dothraki wedding. Why couldn't he have been saddled with her instead of the Hightower creature? Edrick was obviously drunk and the purpose of his journey south had slipped his mind... if he was entangled in Reach affairs before he obtained the cursed object of his desire... well, desires and affairs were often bedmates in the minds of men.
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