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Post by Erik on Feb 11, 2009 18:55:45 GMT -5
"Ahh. I see. Well, I hate to make promises, and I can't abide the thought of forcing a girl into marriage with a slovenly lout such as myself without her consent. But I'll certainly meet her, if you like."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 11, 2009 20:16:51 GMT -5
"Such a meeting can easily be arranged. How long do you expect to stay in King's Landing? I should like to know before I summon her here."
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Post by Erik on Feb 11, 2009 21:46:27 GMT -5
"Until His Grace decides I may travel elsewhere, I'll be here. Could have a nice little dinner, if you like - you, your sister, myself, and mine, and her betrothed. Sound all right?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 11, 2009 22:10:45 GMT -5
"Should be a fun evening", Owen said nodding as he mulled the idea over. "I shall give you notice when she arrives, and then we can make further arrangements."
OOC: Do you mind if we skip forward to the night of this dinner?
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Post by Erik on Feb 11, 2009 22:16:03 GMT -5
OOC: It's cool with me.
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A few nights later, a small side dining room (It could perhaps only seat 30) is set up to entertain guests more intimately than usual. Tyberion paces outside, by the main gate, while Allyria waits indoors.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 11, 2009 22:23:39 GMT -5
Two riders approach the manor house and when they're within thirty yards the taller leans to the shorter and whispers a few words, before leading the latter's horse to the main gates.
As they approach they dismount and give their horses to the Lannister servants. Both of the Corbrays are dressed in their finest gowns of black with white trimmings. When they near Tyberion Owen bows and Annelise curtsies. "My darling sister, Annelise", Owen says as he gestures to his younger sister. Annelise is an attractive girl in her teens with dark red hair and freckles that grace her soft cheeks.
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Post by Erik on Feb 11, 2009 22:30:06 GMT -5
Allyria is summoned when the Corbrays are seen approaching, and both Lannisters meet them, Tyberion dressed in gold and Allyria in red. Allyria curtsies to Ser Owen, while Tyberion bows to Annelise, taking her hand and kissing it lightly.
"For shame, Owen," Tyberion says, smiling, "You did not mention what a vision your sister is."
"Indeed," Allyria adds playfully, "Where have you kept this beauty hidden? I can tell, Annelise, that we shall be the best of friends."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 11, 2009 22:36:45 GMT -5
"Do not blame me", Owen said smiling, "it was my father who kept her holed up at home."
"My lord is too kind. I am sure he has heard similar compliments about himself", Annelise says as she blushes and rises from her feet.
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Post by Erik on Feb 11, 2009 22:44:40 GMT -5
Tyberion grins broadly, answering, "No, no, of course not. A face like mine? Fit for motley, rather than silks. But come, come, it's getting chilly out here." He offers his arm to Annelise, while Allyria slips her hand around Owen's arm.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 11, 2009 22:46:38 GMT -5
They each accept (though Annelise is almost visibly eager to do so) and follow their guides through the manor house.
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Post by Erik on Feb 11, 2009 22:54:20 GMT -5
Tyberion leads the others inside through a few winding hallways, pointing out some of the works of art on the walls and explaining them, until they eventually reach the dining room. Most of the tables have been cleared away in favor of a small round on in the middle, lit by candles.
Servants pull out the chairs and make sure that everyone is comfortable before bringing out the first course, a sort of cheese soup popular in the West.
"So, Annelise, how do you like the city?" Allyria asks kindly.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 11, 2009 22:57:37 GMT -5
Annelise takes her soup slowly, savoring the rich flavor she is unaccustomed to in the east. "Quite a bit bigger than Heart's Home, milady", she said with a smile. "Smelly at times too, if you chance upon the wrong sections. But there is too much history here to ignore. Ever since Aegon, it's been steeped in it."
Owen winked and nodded proudly, "Annelise is no stranger to her studies." The young girl blushed.
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Post by Erik on Feb 11, 2009 23:05:54 GMT -5
Allyria smiles, telling them, "Oh, Tyberion already loves you then, I'm sure. Any book of history he can get his hands on is just devoured"
Tyberion rolls his eyes. "I've been known to read a work or two in my time, yes. Brought as many books as I could pry out of Maester Elwyn's hands to the library here, as well. You're welcome to use it, of course, anytime you like, both of you. Ever seen a copy of Lord Tyrion the Imp's memoirs? Most hilarious thing I have ever read, I'll send you home with a copy."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 11, 2009 23:29:28 GMT -5
Owen was unsure about that. "I've had a look at that before, and I don't think she's ready for it..."
"Owen!", Annelise said in a hushed voice her cheeks grew red.
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Post by Erik on Feb 11, 2009 23:38:02 GMT -5
Tyberion laughs loudly, and Allyria giggles a bit. "I'm sorry, my dear," He tells her, "Don't be angry with your brother. We do just so love to tease our little sisters."
Allyria rolls her eyes, chiming in, "Yes, and you can be such prats! Don't let them get to you, Ann, it will pass."
"But truly," Tyberion continues, "As I said, anything from our library, you are welcome to. I'll let the guards know that you are welcome whenever you like."
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Hope you all are well and happy.