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Post by The Flint on Jan 19, 2009 16:51:10 GMT -5
"I appreciate your magnanimity Lady Blair, but what pray tell, has you in such a foul mood?" the bearded old knight asked curiously.
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Post by The Flint on Jan 19, 2009 17:01:54 GMT -5
Archibald raised his eyebrow. "Really... what sorts of rules do you mean?"
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Post by Sam on Jan 19, 2009 23:00:23 GMT -5
Lord Tarly arrived at the King's court, dressed in a simple green tunic bearing his house's arms in a small badge on the breast. Heartsbane hung on his back, as always, and he stood near a table speaking to the few familiar faces that he saw ambling about. The young Lord's joy was obvious on his face, and most of the nobility in the capital knew that his wife had given birth to a healthy son a fortnight past.
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Post by The Flint on Jan 20, 2009 8:46:17 GMT -5
Blair was suddenly wary. She liked Archibald, but there was no way she could trust him with information like this. And besides, she was ashamed. She said reluctantly, "I don't know - men openly courting married ladies, casual affairs, all of it. Nobody is ashamed of themselves here." "Has someone done you wrong Lady Blair?" Archibald asked with a sigh, "Dear me, they have haven't they?"
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Post by The Flint on Jan 21, 2009 11:58:44 GMT -5
Archibald raised his eyebrow and looked at the woman benevolently but said nothing. The silence was deafening.
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