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Post by Erik on Dec 18, 2008 19:21:36 GMT -5
"Quite all right." Allyria's voice drops to a whisper, and she leans in close to Howland's ear. "Vengeance is likely on everyone's mind, though we dare not mention it. The moment for it will come, I have no doubt."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 18, 2008 20:54:51 GMT -5
Petra looked at Lefford and offered him a smile, "Lefford, its a pleasure."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 18, 2008 21:05:57 GMT -5
" Brandon walked after Irwyn, "Loren, my son has expressed his wishes to once again become a squire of someone from the Far Reach. I could not think of anyone more suited than you at this moment, so what do you say?" "Brandon if you would trust your son in my care I would do all that I can to ensure he is raised well as both a knight and a gentleman. It would be a great pleasure," Loren said with a smile. |
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Post by Sam on Dec 18, 2008 21:27:36 GMT -5
Lord Samuel ambled over to his goodbrother, who was speaking to one of Howland Royce's cousins. He was slightly buzzed from the alcohol, though he was not so drunk as to lose his wits. Not yet at least.
"Loren, master Royce," he said in greeting. He turned to Lord Irwyn, his face glowing. "I'm going to marry Bella Redwyne," he added, smiling widely.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 19, 2008 10:13:53 GMT -5
"Is that a fact," Loren said with a smile, "does her father know yet?" he said giving his friend a very light jab in the side. "Its an excellent match though, uniting our homes stone and wooden walls." Loren commonly referred to the Arbor Fleet as the wooden wall to the Tarly's stone defenses at Horn Hill.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Dec 19, 2008 11:52:57 GMT -5
Winister made his way into the Red Keep, glancing up and down at the rough red stone, a faint hint of displeasure on his face.When he entered the throne room he made a small movement with his hand and the woman beside him and his guards bowed away and took up positions at the end of the hall. Deliberatley he made his way to the Throne, bowing before Rodrick. "Your Grace, the Tyrell traitors are being taken as we speak...as expected they are all being somewhat...troublesom."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 19, 2008 12:05:32 GMT -5
Alys sighed. "Yes, and I've no desire to be considered rude, though I've been called such in the past, I must confess." Haley smiled, and looked round the sea of faces for her brother. She found him and taking Alys's hand made their way over. "Bealor?" She said. |
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Post by Sam on Dec 19, 2008 12:09:14 GMT -5
"Foster does know," Samuel said, referring to the Lord of the Arbor whose father Samuel had squired for in his youth. He returned Loren's jab, punching the man lightly in one shoulder. "It took a little persuasion though, he's not eager to party with his baby girl, but she and I have kept up correspondance almost fairly constantly since I left the arbor and she agreed when I asked for her hand a fortnight ago. I've just heard from Lord Redwyne, who has finally given his blessing," Samuel added, the pure elation openly visible on his face.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 19, 2008 13:05:49 GMT -5
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A glowing Lady Leanna Cressey returns to court, and after giving her elder husband a brief peck on the cheek, goes to mingle.
Archibald gives a worn out smile as his wife crosses the dance floor, and moves his knights backward on the Cyvesse table, leaving the maiden all alone before the black pieces.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 19, 2008 13:09:56 GMT -5
Haley looked around. For a moment she could feel the eyes of a prerson on her. She saw Lady Blair and smiled gently, a tiny dimple appearing in her cheek.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 19, 2008 13:16:12 GMT -5
Haley's smile faltered and she looked down at the floor for a moment.
"Thank you My Lady. We all want him back. I think my mother took the news worse then I."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 19, 2008 13:19:26 GMT -5
Lord Victor Frey practically swaggers over. He has no love for the Dawnroses, or even the Mander, but he knows what it is to be disliked. "Ladies..."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 19, 2008 13:25:19 GMT -5
King Rodrick returned humming a soft song to himself. He grabbed up a tray of wine, and a loaf of bread and began to alternate taking a large bite from the loaf, as he would slosh back a whole glass of the wine.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 19, 2008 13:26:41 GMT -5
"Yes, my grandfather changed the family name when I was about seven. My Mother is still recovering from my Father's death, My Lady, I dont think she would be much company."
Haley turned to look at the newcomer. "Good Day My Lord" She said quietly.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 19, 2008 13:26:49 GMT -5
Lady Leanna fluttered over to the gathering, and curtsied low to Lord Frey. "Milord Frey, Lady Blair, Lady Haley." she said with the air of a girl with a secret.
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Hope you all are well and happy.