The Queen's Feast and Ball

[Lilith Royce]

"Of course," said Shajura, "As do you. As professionals," she paused slightly for emphasis, "we know how to highlight our best attributes. Lovely gown by the way. Dornish silk?"

[Lilith Royce]

Tilda was standing with her aunt and uncle when Lord Piers winked at her. She was shocked--he was a married man with a child and one on the way!

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"It's from Oldtown. Speaking of professionals, how is business going? Your house has a very poetic name. What is it called?" Their voices were low and discreet.

[Lilith Royce]

ooc: not a freaking clue, babe, what it is called! Somebody correct me if they do know

ic: "The House of Lilies, of course," said Shajura. "We, like you, are decorative creatures, bringing beauty into the world."

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OOC: Sorry, I thought it was called Night of Something but I forgot, so I wanted to clarify.

"Of course," Mally said. "And you are doing a very fine job. But I think that together, we could do even better."

[Lilith Royce]

Shajura's fine eyebrows raise a notch. "Are you tiring of the profession now that you have a more comfortable lifestyle?"

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"Tiring? Not at all. I propose to offer to buy your House of Lilies."

[Lilith Royce]

"I don't think a lady in waiting to the queen is in any position to expand her whore house," said Shajura with a whisper and a rather evil smile. "I will, however, offer to buy you out at a fair price."

[Lilith Royce]

Tilda unfortunately over heard the conversation. "I think selling out is an excellent idea, Mally," she said in a remarkably carrying voice.

[The Smith]

Piers still smiled at Tilda for a moment before continuing on with Aerie, "His previous employer decided that a beating, a warning, and exile would serve the man. And I immediately made him an offer. He was eager accept, and wanted to travel here to take up service in close proximity to you my dear."

Piers laughed, "So I sent him to Sunspear. I have need of some good men in the south. I assume that you are done with the man. I can warn you that he has intentions for you of the romantic variety. Foolish boy."

[The Smith]

Falatir Razoon finishes the wine he was drinking and smiles at Tilda and Mally, "I do not believe I have had the pleasure my dear." Bowing deeply with a Lysian flourish he says, "I am Falatir Razoon, embasador of Lys, and Merchant Lord of the Northern Districts."

[Lilith Royce]

Tilda's ears perked up at the words "merchant lord." She was enjoying expanding her businesses across the land. And Lord Falatir was quite attractive in a kind of international swarthy way. He also wore very expensive silk.

She curtsied to him and then starting asking him questions about how long it took to get messages to and from various parts of the Free Cities. She sensed a market there she had not explored.

[The Smith]

Razoon talked of sending messages and the time involved and then asked again, "My dear you leapt into the crust of our talk so quickly you did not give me your name. Your name can not be half as beautiful as your eyes, yet I await it with a barely controlled eagerness."

[Lilith Royce]

Tilda was flustered but flattered at Falitir's interest. Men flirted with Mally, they did not flirt with her. She blushed and stammered, "Tilda Avalon, good ser. I am the niece of Ser Arguel Flowers, perhaps you know him," she said with no knowledge of the last encounter of Ser Flowers and Lord Falitir.

[The Smith]

"Tilda Avalon" Falatir said it like the words were an elegant poem, "As striking as your eyes. I was clearly wrong. I met Ser Flowers in the home of my good friend Lord Bettley."

Snatching two glasses of win up, he offers her one, "My dear who can some one like you be alone at this feast. Who will keep the lusty young men away from you, you surely have a chaperon who has wondered off."