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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 22:51:28 GMT -5
A place for the beautiful Lady of Lannisport while she stays in King's Landing.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 22:54:02 GMT -5
The chamber was dark, as the smooth silent form moved through the chambers towards the bedside of Lady Petra.
"Lady Petra..." came the whispered voice.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 15, 2008 22:55:16 GMT -5
A voice returned out of the darkness, "Duncon?" It practically purred.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 22:56:36 GMT -5
A light, boyish laugh echoed.
"If I say yes, do I get to see you naked?" The disembodied voice japed. the voice's owner was crouching near the beside, half way between Petra's pillow and the foot of the bed.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 15, 2008 22:58:14 GMT -5
"Doubtful kid. Doubtful...." Her voice came out of the dark, "I was actually calling for my knifemen. Duncan. You should lie face first on the bed." He could not place the voice, but could tell she was not in her bed.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 23:00:53 GMT -5
"Seems awkward, and no way to treat a newly made friend. Or friend of a friend I suppose. Still, if you prefer it this way." He did not seem to hesitate doing as he was told, giving off a silly forced yawn as he reclined on the bed.
"My father knew your father, Lord Justin thought we'd have alot in common." He said calmly, slightly muffled from the pillow.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 15, 2008 23:03:57 GMT -5
A light flickered on in the darkness. And soon determined hands search him, "Lord Justin should have come himself then."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 23:10:23 GMT -5
"'Fraid not. Lord Justin isn't good at getting his hands dirty. He leaves it my da' for the most part. Only He's at home, so he sent me. And anyway what's wrong with me?" The boy rolled over when he was done being searched, and sat up, letting his eyes adjust to the light as they had been to the darkness. "Is it cause i'm commonborn? Cuz your da' and mine used to meet face to face." The young boy, perhaps 17 or 18, brushed his black hair away from his equally dark eyes, and stared up at his interrogator.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 15, 2008 23:13:50 GMT -5
Petra was alone in the room with a single raised eyebrow. Moving away she said, "It is not your birth status that bothers me, but the nasty surprise of it." She sat and faced him. Looking at him she added, "Your father and Justin are trying to position themselves at the dominant players in whatever relationship we may have. I can not have that."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 23:16:35 GMT -5
The boy raised his eyebrow. "Yeah, send the teenager, how terribly dominate of them." he huffed. "My father will meet with you, if you come to Oldtown, or if he's in King's Landing, but he's not, and Lord Justin wanted us to meet... privately, and soon. Method of my arrival was my choosing, so you can punish me for that, if you're so inclined."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 15, 2008 23:18:43 GMT -5
Petra rolled her eyes, "Of course lad." She fidgeted pulling her sleeping dress tight, "Now what proposal do you have for me?"
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 23:22:31 GMT -5
"We're concerned about Lord Lannister's intentions. You're inside his little ring of iron and stone, so perhaps you have a better idea than us what he plans to do. That's our specific interest, in the more general, a continuation of the agreements between your father and mine. Peace, and shared intelligence. Especially regarding the you know who." The young man smiled. "I think Lord Justin did you a disservice, beds ain't so comfy here at all."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 15, 2008 23:27:27 GMT -5
Petra snickered, "Well you do not have to worry, you will not be sleeping in that one." She flashed a too-warm smile before returning to a calm expression, "I think in general that can be an acceptable proposal. As to Cedric, you can tell your Father that all he seems to want is to be left alone. If he has a deeper plan he has not shown it."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 23:30:22 GMT -5
Jax laughed, "Well, I wasn't complaining, its still better than the servants quarters back at the Burrow. I'm just saying for your fair skinned lordly types." he stood and placed his feet on the floor. "I overheard Lord Dondarrion, agitating Rodrick against Cedric. Suggestions that perhaps he was withholding taxes, and the like. He played it all off as a laugh when he didn't' get the response he was looking for from the King, but knowing his type, he won't give it a rest just yet. Word to the wise."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 15, 2008 23:35:06 GMT -5
Petra laughed, and then waved her hand, "That is Cedric's problem. I will do as ordered." She smiled confidently, "I know I pay my taxes, every tarnished penny."
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5