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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Dec 10, 2008 15:04:50 GMT -5
"As well as she can be, she was worried sick for our son Balor, squire to the late Lord Hightower. I tried to tell her that Hightower wouldn't send nine year olds to war, but she was disinclined to listen. That's women for you I guess," Brandon grins, then thinks a bit, "I think she would like to see her sister and nieces again some time soon. It would be good for my daughter to meet other girls around her age".
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Post by Ollie on Dec 10, 2008 15:10:57 GMT -5
"The words from my own mouth," he chuckled. "I know the journey might not be as... scenic, as the one up to the Eyrie, but the gates of Strongsong are open to you and yours. It would be pleasant for you and the Lady Linea to visit. I'm sure Cecily and the girls would love the company."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Dec 10, 2008 15:15:12 GMT -5
"As is Wickenden open to you and yours, though I do not know when I might get the time to visit with us having to attend the court most of the time," Brandon's smile turns wry at the last part. "Though I suppose I can slip of when Howland begin the rebuilding, for some time at least".
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Post by Ollie on Dec 10, 2008 15:19:13 GMT -5
"Time will be found," he said, rising to his feet with a commiserative smile. "If not now, then later, or after that. For now, I must be away. There is business to attend to, and I should find Lord Howland before he departs."
Sketching a friendly bow, "Lord Brandon, a pleasure."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Dec 10, 2008 15:21:21 GMT -5
Brandon bows back, "A pleasure as well Lord Edwyn. Lord Howland should be in the library at the Red Keep I believe."
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Post by Lord Balon Harlaw on Dec 10, 2008 16:04:59 GMT -5
The Lord of Ten Towers nods with a grunt, heading towards Qhored’s private solar.
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Post by Fel on Dec 10, 2008 16:10:21 GMT -5
Qhored was sitting at the window overlooking the Blackwater Rush when Balon entered. He turned to look at his brother. "Balon," he said as way of greeting. "Ale?" he asked, pointing to a tray on which a few pewter mugs were flled with frothy beer.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Dec 10, 2008 16:14:27 GMT -5
Brandon walks over to Wulf and Tyberion, "Good day Wulf". He gives a small bow to Tyberion, "I don't think we've talked before even though we are kin".
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Post by Fel on Dec 10, 2008 16:17:45 GMT -5
Wulf furrowed his brow looking at Brandon, "who isn't my kin these days? You sound like you've spent some time in the Free Cities, I have no kin there."
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Post by Lord Balon Harlaw on Dec 10, 2008 16:21:26 GMT -5
Balon grinned lightly in return, striding over to half-drain a mug gratefully. After a moment he nods to himself.
“Better. Stuck in a room with so many sniveling Greenlanders gives me the thirst.”
Chuckling, the Ironborn took a seat, facing his brother.
“It could have gone worse ‘eh?”
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Post by Fel on Dec 10, 2008 16:26:47 GMT -5
Qhored nodded. "You were right in what you said to the king, Balon, but you are a warrior, and the king's court is not a battle. I am the one who must deal with the infernal politics of King's Landing, so next time leave those matters to me."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Dec 10, 2008 16:37:31 GMT -5
Wulf furrowed his brow looking at Brandon, "who isn't my kin these days? You sound like you've spent some time in the Free Cities, I have no kin there." Brandon frowned, "Thought I saw you at Darien's place, Stonedance. Might be old age though and that we didn't speak. Haven't been in the Free Cities for a long time 15 years or so. Brandon Royce" He introduces himself. |
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Post by Lord Balon Harlaw on Dec 10, 2008 16:43:07 GMT -5
His good humour fading for a moment, Balon sighed.
“Aye, true enough. It becomes so tiring, politics. I can’t imagine how you stomach it, brother. Thankfully you are right, in future I will leave insulting the king to you.”
The Ironborn grinned, shrugging slightly.
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Post by Fel on Dec 10, 2008 17:30:02 GMT -5
Wulf furrowed his brow looking at Brandon, "who isn't my kin these days? You sound like you've spent some time in the Free Cities, I have no kin there." Brandon frowned, "Thought I saw you at Darien's place, Stonedance. Might be old age though and that we didn't speak. Haven't been in the Free Cities for a long time 15 years or so. Brandon Royce" He introduces himself. Wulf nodded his head in realisation, "ah yes, Brandon, isn't it? You were my mother's cousin, right? Sit, drink with us. You might recognise Lord Tyberion Lannister here, who would also be a relation to you. One great big happy family we are." |
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Post by Fel on Dec 10, 2008 17:32:16 GMT -5
His good humour fading for a moment, Balon sighed.
“Aye, true enough. It becomes so tiring, politics. I can’t imagine how you stomach it, brother. Thankfully you are right, in future I will leave insulting the king to you.” The Ironborn grinned, shrugging slightly. "Good," Qhored said, "now I need you to return to the Islands, Balon. It is foolish for us both to be here, the king is too unpredictable. I am make you Lord Captain of the fleet, it will be your duty to defend the islands should something happen here." |
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Hope you all are well and happy.