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Post by Tytos on Feb 12, 2009 23:44:33 GMT -5
"You are too kind," Marianne said, "I heard some talk of Lord Barclay being led around on a leash?" She asked, leaning it like it was the latest secret.
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Post by Horas on Feb 12, 2009 23:50:38 GMT -5
Byron bows. "As you say, Lord Thatcher." He rises. "As to my original query, however... would one of you be so kind as to introduce me to our host?"
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Post by Erik on Feb 12, 2009 23:57:41 GMT -5
"What's this I hear, now?" Tyberion asks, walking up behind Oakheart, "Have I failed to greet one of my guests?"
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Post by Horas on Feb 13, 2009 0:01:50 GMT -5
Byron turns around. "Through no fault of your own, Lord Lannister. I fear I came uninvited. I merely wished to congratulate you on your new manor." He extends his hand. "Ser Byron Oakheart."
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Post by Erik on Feb 13, 2009 0:02:59 GMT -5
"Uninvited? Why, every knight and noble in the city was invited! You've got nothing to worry about, there." Tyberion shakes Oakheart's hand. "Lord Tyberion Lannister. I take it you're one of the many new in the city, ser?"
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Post by Horas on Feb 13, 2009 0:14:09 GMT -5
"That I am," Byron says, "Come to visit my elder brother, and perhaps find permanent employment. King's Landing seems very," he pauses, attempting to find an adjective that is both true and non-critical, "busy."
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Post by Erik on Feb 13, 2009 0:48:01 GMT -5
"That I am," Byron says, "Come to visit my elder brother, and perhaps find permanent employment. King's Landing seems very," he pauses, attempting to find an adjective that is both true and non-critical, "busy." "By which you mean it's a reeking pile of shit."
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Post by Horas on Feb 13, 2009 0:58:16 GMT -5
Byron coughs politely, noting the young lady beside the Lord Lannister and questioning his choice of language.
"I am sure it is a wonderful place for those accustomed to it," he replies noncommitally.
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Post by The Smith on Feb 13, 2009 1:00:24 GMT -5
Benfry Bettley bows deeply to the Princess, "Milady, I am deeply honored to be in your presence." He glances to the left, looking about for his mother, and offers the young woman a warm smile.
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Post by Erik on Feb 13, 2009 1:00:59 GMT -5
Princess Jennelynn entered the manor. She was an unexpected guest; nobody ever expected the children to come. At fourteen years of age, Jennelynn was the eldest Baratheon child in King's Landing, and was quite a pretty sight. She was dressed in a gown of green Dornish silk with gold thread, and looked around at the gathering with bright, interested eyes. She curtsied first to Tyberion, then to Allyria. "My lord uncle," she murmured. "Dear aunt. Your house is quite magnificent." Tyberion bows to Jennelynn, smiling. "Your Grace. How fine to see you! Get yourself a glass of wine and enjoy yourself." Allyria, a bit more excitable, makes some sort of squeak when she sees her niece. "Oh, you look lovely, dear! And what a night for it. Plenty of young lords here, I'm sure you've caught all their eyes!"
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Post by The Smith on Feb 13, 2009 1:10:16 GMT -5
"Well you know Lord Royce and his heavy hand. Usually the idea of dancing would leave me quivering with fear, but lately he has been too busy to "teach" me proper." Ben shrugs and looks about, tapping his feet to the beat of the music.
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Post by The Smith on Feb 13, 2009 1:23:58 GMT -5
Ben smiled, and nodded, "Sure. I've never danced before." He took her hand, and began to dance. Clearly he was not an expert, but he was not bad. His natural warrior's grace lended itself nicely to dancing.
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Post by The Smith on Feb 13, 2009 1:39:34 GMT -5
Ben nodded to her, "You are better then any of the pretty girls I normally dance with." He shrugged, "But they make up the lack in other ways."
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Post by The Smith on Feb 13, 2009 1:48:13 GMT -5
"Well Polly makes me cakes. And Liddia has this voice that just rings like bells." Ben smiled before adding, "And Trina likes to kiss me. All over."
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Post by The Smith on Feb 13, 2009 1:58:17 GMT -5
"No. I get about. Polly's father is the best weaponsmith in King's Landing. Liddia's mother runs a tavern by the docks, and Trina is the eldest daughter of Lord Foote." Ben smiled.
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