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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 11, 2009 23:16:44 GMT -5
She laughs heartily, "Get out of my head Dyther, that is simply a fantasy. Besides, she'd hate me for it and should only be a last resort. I'll just have to do the hard thing and talk to her no?"
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 11, 2009 23:18:57 GMT -5
"I suppose so. She'd never know it was you. You'd rescue her from me, of course. We could even fake my death..." Dyther was enjoying himself, oddly. "You could be her white knight." He needed a woman, he thought to himself.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 11, 2009 23:26:14 GMT -5
"Surely others would look for her, how would I have the edge without it seeming dubious?"
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 11, 2009 23:28:37 GMT -5
"Numbers, hit me with a rock, bargain for her life. I could fake a rape and you'd catch me unarmed. The possibilities, my dear, are endless." He rubs his hands before him. "NOW I need a damned woman."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 11, 2009 23:37:13 GMT -5
"Yes but how would I find her when other's would look for her too, what if some other party found you before I went at the right time? And what if she unravelled who you were and that I sent you, she's smart you know. And I won't stop you from having a woman, just do it away from me."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 11, 2009 23:41:35 GMT -5
"If anyone else found me, I'd...well, you know...kill them. She'd never suspect we were in a conspiracy. Bloody hard enough to find a damned woman around here. Maybe once we break this damned fortress." He did admire the Myrish woman's body, but his desire had limits. If she was being this nervous about the mere thought of kidnapping another woman, it would be damned important, and pay damned well.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 11, 2009 23:52:37 GMT -5
"I'll think on it Dyther, there's always Lady Beatrice right? Just tell her Lord Tyberion sent you," she laughed at that too.
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 11, 2009 23:57:50 GMT -5
"She's many miles north of us, as you well know. Should go talk to one of the princesses; they need a real man around, I think." He shakes his head.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 12, 2009 0:02:04 GMT -5
"Maybe. STay healthy Dyther, and in one piece, I'll be in the rear of the army of course in case you're bored."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 12, 2009 0:04:57 GMT -5
"Oh, I'll be bored." Dyther rises and walks off, thinking of kidnapping plots and storming those impervious walls.
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 12, 2009 9:21:56 GMT -5
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Dyther is drinking in a tent, bitching abut the stubborn and extorting filthy swindling cheats, better known as Freys and Reeds.
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Post by Flex on Jun 12, 2009 9:23:45 GMT -5
Euric Dayne's head pops around the corner of his tent flap with a smile. "And here's a man that agrees with you." He says. "Something really ought to be done."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 12, 2009 9:25:45 GMT -5
Fuck, that Dornish guy. "Something, hm? I think my solution is a bit socially....ostracizing."
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Post by Flex on Jun 12, 2009 9:27:42 GMT -5
Oh, him. "Oh, please go on." Euric replies, entering. "My head has been in about a dozen of books about Westerosi 'law' for the past few days and frankly, I am sick of it."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 12, 2009 9:29:12 GMT -5
"Law, implies a contract, between state and citizen, or so I read once in my adoptive parents' library. These cowards who sat whilst we marched and bled and died don't have any respect for our sacrifice."
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