King Rodrick's Court

[Lord Howland Royce]

"That does sound wonderful, Brynden," Brandon said, he had entered a short while ago and walked up to the group. He gave a short bow to the rest of the group, "Good day".

[The Flint]

Leanna smiled, "But your grace, it is you who wish to set his hook into me, I think." She brushed the back of her hand against his crotch. "Your grace can face his future with his charm, and wits, and a sharp sword in his hand? What do I have? A doddering old husband, and looks. And they fade." She says, her lips in a perfect pout.

[Sam]

Samuel arrived at the gathering somewhat belatedly, a smirk playing across his lips as he took in the scene that surrounded him. The king could be seen fondling a young woman while knights and lordlings were spread across the room in their various conversations. He made his way over to the Lord of the Westerlands, where the man was speaking to Brynden Royce and a few other valemen.

"Lord Lannister," he said, by way of greeting. "It's a pity you didn't get to spit Tyrell yesterday morning. I would very much have liked to see that," he said with a grin.

[Fel]

Wulf grins at Brynden's suggestion, "quite the reunion it will be. Does this mean I will finally get a chance to meet your wife and child, brother? I thought you were going to die a bachelor, taking the hopes of many a women with you."

[Erik]

"I say it sounds like a fine time, Brynden." Tyberion answers, before turning to Tarly. "Lord Tarly. A pity indeed. I nearly ran the whoreson down, but that seemed unsporting. As I left, it sounded as though you had something of an issue with one of the flowers as well."

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lord Royce." Allyria says warmly to Howland, holding out her hand.

[Sam]

"Not an issue yet. I'm worried I'd make too many enemies by killing that one though," Samuel said. "There's something of a queue, for people that want to kill Damin Tyrell in the Reach, and I wouldn't want to piss off my own countrymen."

[Lord Lester Merryweather]

Ser Lyn moved over to Archibald Cressey "Ser, I have seen you play a moment before. Would you care for a match?"

Baldwin moved to the hand, Yancey Smallwood and bowed slightly "My lord hand, I am sorry to press you, but I wanted to ask you if you have made your decision. I hope my age doesn't make you think that I am incompetent when it comes to finances."

[Erik]

"Won't be such a hassle, at least. Stripped of lands and titles...the Tyrells are but peasants with delusions of grandeur, legally, and why should anyone care what happens to a peasant or two?"

[The Smith]

Dec 14, 2008 8:46:51 GMT -5 The Flint said:

Leanna smiled, "But your grace, it is you who wish to set his hook into me, I think." She brushed the back of her hand against his crotch. "Your grace can face his future with his charm, and wits, and a sharp sword in his hand? What do I have? A doddering old husband, and looks. And they fade." She says, her lips in a perfect pout.

"I wish to land my hook true, but if you not you, I have other options. Maybe not as pretty, but still more accommodating." Rodrick replied, "Are you implying you have other suitors who compare favorable with me? Because I tend to doubt that." His cocky smile let her know exactly how likely he thought that was.

[The Smith]

Dec 14, 2008 14:44:37 GMT -5 Lord Lester Merryweather said:

Ser Lyn moved over to Archibald Cressey "Ser, I have seen you play a moment before. Would you care for a match?"

Baldwin moved to the hand, Yancey Smallwood and bowed slightly "My lord hand, I am sorry to press you, but I wanted to ask you if you have made your decision. I hope my age doesn't make you think that I am incompetent when it comes to finances."

Yancey's face was placid with indifference as he quiped, "As much as your age concerns me, the primary mitigating factor is the large, and glaring fact that months ago you were in rebellion against your lawful King. That out weighs the mere fact you can count well." He raised his glass sardonically to Lefford.

[Lord Lester Merryweather]

"But, my lord Hand, I was never in the rebellion. I never left the Rock."

[The Smith]

"That may be correct, but since all of the West was in rebellion, that includes you." Yancey rolled his eyes, "Maybe if you had raised troops and attacked the rock, but you did not."

[Lord Lester Merryweather]

"I wasn't really in a position to do that. I didn't leave the West for my whole life, I didn't know who was the king with the right claim to the throne. I found out all that afterward when my father died and my eyes opened."

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

Victor Frey was still nearby after his failed attempt at smalltalk. "I wouldn't bother, my Lord Lefford. Both your father and grandfather tried to kill the king, that'a pretty powerful bias."

[The Flint]

"I did not grow up near the Fish market, your grace," she says with a devilish wink, "but as I remember, the best fisherman remembers the catch that gave them the hardest time, and tugged the longest on their pole, and forgets the buckets of minnows they bring in by the net-full." She pressed herself against him and smiled. "Or, I have heard that his grace is more of a huntsman than a fisherman. Would you rather....mount... the vixen which gave all your best hounds the slip time and again before you finally cornered her? Or some ragged old thing the gameskeeper has drugged to give you easy victory?" She kissed his cheek lightly.

"As for other suitors, your grace has the answer in his own question. There are none, for who could possibly compare? I want only the best, your grace."