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Post by The Smith on Jun 9, 2009 17:24:11 GMT -5
Tyberion nodded, "I know just the room. Its bed is large, and soft." He smiled.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 9, 2009 17:33:00 GMT -5
"Good, so long as no one disturbs me, I couldn't be happier. I must also say your son is a good man, I spoke with him briefly at Castle Black. Send him my regards would you?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 9, 2009 17:39:26 GMT -5
"I have not seen him yet." Tyberion frowned, "He seems to be avoiding me."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 9, 2009 17:49:51 GMT -5
"I'm sorry to hear that, I did not mean to intrude. Family is important in times like these. I begin to miss mine on long rides." She sighed. "Hopefully they find this princess Kyma and bring her back swiftly."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 9, 2009 17:53:20 GMT -5
Tyberion nodded, "She is suppose to marry my son Owen. So I hope so too."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 9, 2009 17:58:42 GMT -5
"That is what is said. She is the strong willed one of the sisters." She shrugs, "None of my business, but one gets to be bored and keeps an ear open to camp talk."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 9, 2009 18:00:19 GMT -5
Tyberion glanced at the translator, "You keep an open ear to camp talk." He nodded, "It will be good to have a biddable ruler for a change. The old ones were such boars."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 9, 2009 18:06:51 GMT -5
Rehmire remained stoic with his arms folded, vambraces shiny as ever. "A good ruler is always flexible, or so I've been told. Hopefully the Queen gets us all safe to King's Landing. I've spent enough years in my duty, and would just like to finally get paid already." She smiled.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 9, 2009 18:10:17 GMT -5
"Flexible..." Tyberion chuckled, "I hope she is flexible. Especially with me."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 9, 2009 18:13:51 GMT -5
"She'll need to be to address everything squarely. It is a tough position that she is in." She was amused at his constant meanderings to sex. "Well, I would not keep you from business my lord, I'll see you on the morrow."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 9, 2009 18:16:21 GMT -5
Tyberion bowed his head, and turned to study the crowd.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 9, 2009 22:53:10 GMT -5
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The next night Shah arrives in a green dress, it's high neck lacey and mimicked vines crawling up her throat. Her sleeves hang loose and flow almost to the ground. She had been saving this dress for a long time. A portrait of modesty and beauty.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 9, 2009 23:59:48 GMT -5
Shah strides to Lord Lannister, "Fair night my lord."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 10, 2009 0:02:29 GMT -5
Lannister smiled at her, "More then fair. That is an amazing dress." He leaned forward in his chair admiring its lines.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 10, 2009 0:08:24 GMT -5
She smiled, "My maid had to dig it from a trunk, perhaps I can find some more while I stay here. Unfortunately I mostly wear rags and cloaks while traveling and must spare my dresses. Do introduce me when the lady Starks arrive would you? I hope to please them as best I can for being such gracious hosts."
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