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Post by Flex on Jul 28, 2009 17:30:40 GMT -5
Corwyn kept an eye on the man, whilst remaining stood behind the Princess.
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Post by Horas on Jul 30, 2009 14:06:57 GMT -5
Lord Duncan leaves his common men at arms in Sunspear's courtyard and enters the feasting hall with his two knights, Ser Gaspar Blackmont and Ser Hugo Uller.
Among the lords and ladies in their finest silks, Duncan feels suddenly self-concious of his travel-stained leathers. He finds Aldric Martell among the revellers. "Your Highness," he says, bowing in greeting.
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Post by The Flint on Jul 30, 2009 14:16:23 GMT -5
Old Dog caught the new arrivals out of the corner of his eye and turned to survey them a little more carefully. So far they'd only met Martells and Martell servants. He wondered how tight the Sun and Spear's grip was now that the old man had passed away.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 30, 2009 14:21:30 GMT -5
Aldric looked at Toland blankly, "Lord.... how are you? Welcome."
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Post by Horas on Jul 30, 2009 14:31:52 GMT -5
"Duncan, Your Highness," Toland says, "Duncan Toland." Duncan coughs awkwardly. "Lord of Ghost Hill. I command your ships. The fleet."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 30, 2009 14:35:53 GMT -5
Aldric looked around, "We have a fleet?"
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Post by Horas on Jul 30, 2009 14:42:13 GMT -5
Things like this were the reason Duncan did not like Aldric Martell.
"Yes, Your Highness," he says. He pauses again. "Do you know when your sister is expected back from the north?"
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Post by The Smith on Jul 30, 2009 14:43:23 GMT -5
"I received a letter from her only a couple weeks ago, and she is headed back soon." Aldric replied.
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Post by Horas on Jul 30, 2009 15:01:45 GMT -5
Duncan nods curtly. "That is good." He did not think he would get any good answers from Aldric, so he changes the subject. "I did not realize you had guests," he gestures to Alysanne and her retinue, "A Targaryen Princess, I understand?"
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Post by The Smith on Jul 30, 2009 15:02:49 GMT -5
"Oh yes. It is indeed an honor." Aldric smiled, "And I hope to bed her."
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Post by Horas on Jul 30, 2009 15:07:00 GMT -5
"I was under the impression that she was already wed, Your Highness," Duncan comments. "To the Queen's Hand, at that."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 30, 2009 15:12:05 GMT -5
Aldric snorted, "Even if that was true, she would not have been the first wed woman to fall to my charms. But you are incorrect she is only betrothed to the hand."
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Post by Horas on Jul 30, 2009 15:20:17 GMT -5
"Then I do not doubt you will succeed on the strength of your... charms," Duncan says. His tone is civil but he cannot entirely contain his scornful expression. Feeling as though he has had enough of the Prince's company, he bows shortly. "I will not waste any more of your time, Your Highness. By your leave."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 30, 2009 15:22:43 GMT -5
"Leave. You are more then welcome to that." Aldric laughed and walked away.
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Post by Horas on Jul 30, 2009 15:30:52 GMT -5
Duncan scowls as Aldric walks away. He clenches a fist, then releases it. Duncan wasn't sure, but he thought it probably would be a rather serious breach of ettiquette to slug a prince.
Instead he walks over to the wine table and helps himself to a glass, sipping it while watching the party-goers.
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