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Post by Marie on Jun 22, 2009 17:14:19 GMT -5
"Well, that's fair enough. A soldier is defined by his last battle and this one will be remembered for many years to come. I am thankful to you for bringing them," Rhaenys said. "Don't ever think I'm not."
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Post by Aerys on Jun 22, 2009 17:19:33 GMT -5
Aegon inclined his head in acknowledgment.
"We are pleased to be here."
He took a quick glance towards the tent's entrance. It was growing late.
"With your leave I must go to attend to my men. We shall await your summons at our camp."
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Post by Marie on Jun 22, 2009 17:32:15 GMT -5
His presumption set her teeth on edge.
"Aegon, I do have other things I want to discuss with you," she said mildly. "Nevertheless, I understand that you are anxious about your men, so you may go, but come and speak with me again tomorrow night. We'll dine together, drink some wine and talk, as kin should."
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Post by Aerys on Jun 22, 2009 18:28:37 GMT -5
"I shall look forward to it Rhaenys."
He smiled briefly.
"There are better places to talk intimately, than in here. I only came here to ascertain that you were well."
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Post by Marie on Jun 22, 2009 18:41:02 GMT -5
She nodded.
"I am, as much as anyone can be said to be well in the circumstances. Good day, Aegon."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jun 24, 2009 15:58:37 GMT -5
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Ganieda entered in the dak of the night. The few lamps that were lit showed her the path between the sick's beds. She made her way to the end.
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Post by Marie on Jun 24, 2009 16:07:48 GMT -5
Maekar was awake, miserable and in great pain. His milk of the poppy had worn off a while back and he could not get out of bed for another dose. Perhaps the stranger would help him.
"Who are you?" He asked into the dim room.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jun 24, 2009 16:09:18 GMT -5
"Ganieda Pyke" She replied, she drew closer. "And you are Maekar Blackfyre." Ganieda smiled. "You fought well."
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Post by Marie on Jun 24, 2009 16:18:02 GMT -5
"I see my fame precedes me," Maekar said with a bitter laugh, then cried out in pain.
In spite of his agony, he had to check if she was beautiful or not and was pleased with what he saw.
"My lady is kind. May I presume upon your kindness and ask you to fetch me milk of the poppy?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jun 24, 2009 16:19:51 GMT -5
She laughed then got the potion, opened it then gave it to him.
"I just listen to the campfire tales. They say you fought like a whirlwind, and almost nothing got in your way."
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Post by Marie on Jun 24, 2009 16:38:27 GMT -5
"Nothing did, until an enemy blade sliced off my arm," he said bittelrly.
He drank deep of the thick liquid, coughed and handed the flask back.
"Thank you, sweet lady. I am indebted to you. You said your name was Pyke. So we are bastards together, it seems."
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Post by Flex on Jun 24, 2009 16:40:09 GMT -5
A figure entered a room then and walked toward Maekar's bed, stopping halfway. "And who is this?" The voice of Myrrah Reed asked.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jun 24, 2009 16:41:10 GMT -5
"Best way to be Ive found. No-one follows you, well unless you are related to the Queen anyway."
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Post by Marie on Jun 24, 2009 17:03:43 GMT -5
Maekar looked up at the wife who disliked him so much. The Ironborn girl was as beautiful as Myrrah and he liked her better already.
"My lady, this is Ganieda Pyke. She offered me assistance when I needed it. Mistress Ganieda, my wife, Myrrah of House Reed."
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Post by Flex on Jun 24, 2009 17:04:27 GMT -5
"What a sweet lady." Myrrah quoted sardonically.
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