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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Feb 11, 2009 23:38:54 GMT -5
"Not as impressive as the Lannisters... they betray us yearly, yet they're the toast of King's Landing at the moment... while the Freys go on being the scum of the Trident river..." He sipped his drink as he thought on it. "The Freys would be magistrates and sealords in another land... oh, I must apologize, I'm brooding."
He set the drink down and leaned back. "Well, you saw Lyreon... what has your own career yielded so far...?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 11, 2009 23:44:58 GMT -5
Owen tugged at his badge of office, "This was quite enough accomplishment for me within a period of two months inside the city. More will come in time. It always does."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Feb 15, 2009 21:37:07 GMT -5
He enfolded his fingers as he sat back. "Now, the first time you arrived at my home, you had the look of a man who wanted something. We chatted amiably about theoretical alliances and the possibility of mutual advancement... now I want to hear if you had anything more specific in mind."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 16, 2009 14:21:04 GMT -5
"I'm looking at the prospect of a marriage between our houses, if not my own marriage. Beyond myself I have a couple eligible siblings, a brother and a sister."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Feb 16, 2009 19:57:33 GMT -5
He rested his head on his chin. "My sister Lysa is of marrying age... and prepared for the constant prospect of engagement. I can have you engaged at your convenience, Ser Owen... unless affection is a factor and you wish to make her acqaintance first."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 16, 2009 21:48:42 GMT -5
Owen rested his head upon his right hand. "Tell me two things. First, I'd like to hear your sister described to me in full. Secondly, I'd like to know what agreements and pacts come with her hand."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Feb 17, 2009 0:49:12 GMT -5
"Ser Owen, please understand my position... you are not a lord. You are not an heir. You're not even a proper son of your house. You are a man who has forsaken his family and come to King's Landing to make his fortune. I admire that philosophy, but I cannot pretend I can treat you with the same dignity as another lord. I can gve you a blushing bride, young, with ample bosom and coin, crystal eyes, hair like autumn leaves, the stuff Small Folk think makes a lady. She'll smile and impress your allies and enemies and she'll suck your cock on command. You'll be well-supported, far above your current salary, assuming you're not outrageously corrupt. I can give you all this, but while you remain a vagabond in the eyes in the eyes of your family... what can you offer me beyond your loyalty and discretion as Lord Commander? What pact do you have that is worth my lone sister?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 17, 2009 16:31:57 GMT -5
"Ser Owen, please understand my position... you are not a lord. You are not an heir. You're not even a proper son of your house. You are a man who has forsaken his family and come to King's Landing to make his fortune. I admire that philosophy, but I cannot pretend I can treat you with the same dignity as another lord. I can gve you a blushing bride, young, with ample bosom and coin, crystal eyes, hair like autumn leaves, the stuff Small Folk think makes a lady. She'll smile and impress your allies and enemies and she'll suck your cock on command. You'll be well-supported, far above your current salary, assuming you're not outrageously corrupt. I can give you all this, but while you remain a vagabond in the eyes in the eyes of your family... what can you offer me beyond your loyalty and discretion as Lord Commander? What pact do you have that is worth my lone sister?" Owen looked insulted and confused. He considered standing and leaving but decided it would be more tactful to correct the man rather than make a scene. "I do not know where you've been told these slanderous lies, Lord Frey, but surely I mean to exterminate them. The view that my father, or any of my family views me poorly is most certainly a lie. I am my father's true and accepted heir as well as the acting head of the household in his sickness. As such, I am responsible literally and figuratively for the house's development." |
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Feb 18, 2009 6:08:49 GMT -5
"My apologies. Bad whispering. A common folly in the the city of dragons." He leaned forward. "If you wish to have House Frey by your side, they will be, with or without thisa marriage. But if we agree to this thing, we will not be allies but kinsmen... politically inseperable, buond in the eyes of the gods, one betrayal and a storm of swords in the privy, et cetera?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 18, 2009 20:32:08 GMT -5
"So shall it be", Owen said with a smile. "If you offer her hand I will gladly take your sister as my wife and make brothers of the both of us."
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Hope you all are well and happy.