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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 8, 2009 20:23:12 GMT -5
"Indeed, I have missed it. So many years afield and out of the shelter of castle and keep. Here I am a trader, but at home I was someone of note at least." She shrugs softly, "What do you hope for after the war is over my lord?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 8, 2009 20:25:18 GMT -5
"Just to return home and more peace." He smiled wickedly, "A dragon daughter-in-law would be nice as well. And maybe your company on a cold night."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 8, 2009 21:02:18 GMT -5
"I never want to be cold again once the war is over. But the spring should help no? Do you get snow at the rock? Something else I never want to see again." She smiled in return.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 8, 2009 21:06:03 GMT -5
"Only during Winters. And the worse of them." Tyberrion leaned forward an starred at her rounded curves, "Nights are warm in the Rock. One way or another."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 8, 2009 22:08:22 GMT -5
"I would hope so. Do you have a wife my lord?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 8, 2009 22:10:55 GMT -5
Tyberion smiled at her, "Right now I can not remember at all. I truly hope not." He waved his hand, and a tray of wine glasses are brought over. He takes two and hands one to her.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 8, 2009 22:14:34 GMT -5
Rekhmire folds his vambraced arms and frowns glumly.
"You don't like being tied down then? You must break many women's hearts, dangerous." She sighed, "So what is there for entertainment here? Are there still minstrels and bards about?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 8, 2009 22:17:12 GMT -5
Tyberion shook his head sadly, "No, this castle was the winter den of Lions and Wolves. We ate them long ago." He smiled wickedly, "No our only entertainment is that of beasts themselves, eating and... well the other thing beasts enjoy."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 8, 2009 22:19:57 GMT -5
"Sad." She says with a sigh, "I had hoped for a change from the thousand men trying to get under my skirts." She held the cup in hand. "I will sing should it be requested but, I would like an audience. It would be good to hear some culture or art, don't you think?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 8, 2009 22:22:38 GMT -5
"Until you have that gray in your hair, or a husband with exceptional large teeth and sharp fangs. Every man who sees you will attempt to lift your skirts." Tyberion smiled, "But if you wish to sing, I think most of us would be enthralled."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 8, 2009 22:38:11 GMT -5
"Hm, that gives me an idea then, perhaps I should add some streaks to my hair. Just promise not to tell anyone." She gives a wink. "And I will go about finding such a man as you describe, perhaps with some gold though. Hmm.. Perhaps tomorrow night we can schedule my performance? I would like to sing in front of the ladys."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 9, 2009 5:41:54 GMT -5
Tyberion smiled, "But of course. And pray tell what is your plan for this evening?"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 9, 2009 11:18:54 GMT -5
"Some more meandering around Winterfell, there is a lot to see, and it beats lying around in a tent. Perhaps write a letter home too."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 9, 2009 17:14:12 GMT -5
"A tent? My dear you simply must stay in the Castle itself. A real bed and a roaring fire will suit you far better then your current site of repast." Tyberion replied.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 9, 2009 17:17:01 GMT -5
"That would be suitable." She said happily. "Castle Black had a room to spare for me, and I made due with it, though it was not comfortable. I thank you for your offer. My maid will be delighted to make a bath for me I'm sure. I must look abominable under all this dirt."
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Hope you all are well and happy.