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Post by Tallahar on Dec 20, 2008 21:29:55 GMT -5
Bealor quickly kissed Alys check.
He smiled at his mother, "Isn't she as beautiful as I said Mother."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 20, 2008 21:58:37 GMT -5
Meg smiled. "Yes. Just mentioned once or twice! Bealor Im ashamed of you." She jested.
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Post by Tallahar on Dec 20, 2008 22:02:06 GMT -5
Bealor looks innocent, "What for?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 20, 2008 22:16:26 GMT -5
Meg gave Alys a clear look. "You seem quiet my dear, anything troubling you?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 20, 2008 22:59:14 GMT -5
"At this point, I don't think there's a House in the entire kingdom that wasn't involved with treachery at one point or another in the last fifty years," Samuel said with a frown. "Not even the King's own House," he added. "The court will be traveling the Braavos soon enough, for the Princess' wedding. I don't believe he can expect us all to accompany him into that viper's den so perhaps I shall take that opportunity to tie my own knot in Oldtown." Samuel lowed his voice and leaned in closer to Lord Irwyn. "I've also heard that one of the other Princesses will be marrying Horas Martell," he spat the name out like it was swearword, "and the Gods only know what that will mean for this realm." Loren nodded at Samuel's words and continued in hushed tones, "the King picks his allies poorly, the Dornish have never marched above the Pass without turning their tales and running back. Your mother taught me much of the Dornish ways, and there is much to be admired, but why the King would wish to tie his daughter to such poor stock in incomprehensible. The Martells are a selfish menace that have enriched themselves at the expense of their lands for centuries. Although if my Father had not died Lord Martell would have been brought up in Oldtown with me." |
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Post by Horas on Dec 21, 2008 0:18:30 GMT -5
Lord Horas Martell and a small entourage of Dornish knights and lordlings stand amidst the rest of the Court. The Lord Paramount of Dorne speaks little and drinks less.
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Post by Horas on Dec 21, 2008 1:00:36 GMT -5
The Hand sits at a table across from another man, dealing out wooden cards with various shapes and numbers painted on one side.
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Post by Marie on Dec 21, 2008 9:51:08 GMT -5
Meg gave Alys a clear look. "You seem quiet my dear, anything troubling you?" "Only the fact that I am more accustomed to the training field than to grand events such as these, but you mustn't worry, my lady. It's quite my own fault," Alys replied. |
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Post by Sam on Dec 21, 2008 14:09:05 GMT -5
"I doubt it would have any effect on his personality, Loren, considering who his parents were. A tainted bloodline cannot be cured by time spent in even the most righteous of company. If Martell had been raised with you in Oldtown, you and Lord Justin, the Father watch over him, likely would have woken up to daggers in your throats before your tenth name-day," Samuel said sourly.
He looked around and saw Lord Dawnrose nearby, talking to a young girl presumably of the Mander. "Hey Dawnrose, I heard that your uncle was killed trying to fight Lord Oakheart's men," he called, with a wide grin stretching across his face.
"It's a pity," he added, his expression indicating the exact opposite.
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Post by Tallahar on Dec 21, 2008 15:48:58 GMT -5
Bealor ignored some drunk yell something. Looking from his mother to his betrothed, "Are you two done measuring each other up? Or will you want a fight?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 21, 2008 16:36:39 GMT -5
"Perhaps Samuel," Loren says thinking long, "although you and I both know, we are not our fathers and the Father Above judges any man harshly who judges another without foresight."
Loren scowls when Samuel taunts Dawnrose, he felt bad for the man even if Loren had not always agreed with their House.
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Post by Marie on Dec 21, 2008 16:36:55 GMT -5
"Certainly not," Alys replied. "I just wanted to get to know your family, Bealor. After all, they will be mine own family too, soon enough."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 21, 2008 17:05:47 GMT -5
Bealor ignored some drunk yell something. Looking from his mother to his betrothed, "Are you two done measuring each other up? Or will you want a fight?" Megara went tense as she heard what Lord Tarly said about her good-brother. "Bealor, what are you on about?" She asked, regaining her composure. |
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Dec 21, 2008 19:02:44 GMT -5
"What is?" Allyria asks innocently, dropping the subject as quickly as it was broached. "The fact that you needed several dancing instructors. Maybe they just were intimidated," he replied. |
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Post by Tristy on Dec 22, 2008 5:12:53 GMT -5
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Lady Ephira Delinal wandered through the large court doors looking flustered, and slightly put out. She was dressed in simple clothes which betrayed none of the wealth or status imparted to her at birth.
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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