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Post by The Smith on Aug 13, 2009 12:44:10 GMT -5
One day when he is returning to his private chambers a shapely young serving girl with her long, raven tresses tied up is sitting in a chair. Her dusky skin does not hide the blush in her cheeks.
When Euric enters she leaps to her feet and curtsies, "Lord Hand, I am Isabella. The spy Milo assigned to you." She looked him in the eye, and then chirped and looked down at his knees.
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Post by Flex on Aug 13, 2009 12:59:58 GMT -5
Euric actually stumbles back for a moment. "Gods, you gave me a fright!" He takes a moment to recover. "You certainly don't seem like a spy to me."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 13, 2009 13:15:46 GMT -5
"That is kind of the point, Lord Hand." She replied staring at the rug covered floor.
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Post by Flex on Aug 13, 2009 13:18:28 GMT -5
"You know you don't have to put on your act in front of me." Euric answered, sitting down. "Please sit, I have some wine if you wish."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 13, 2009 13:22:23 GMT -5
"I am not acting. I may be a spy, but I am not used to actually speaking to Lords, except for Milo and he is not a common Lord." She replied softly.
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Post by Flex on Aug 13, 2009 13:25:16 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry." Euric replied, feeling a little awkward. "In that case, you can still have some wine." He poured two glasses. "Now, how long have you been watching me?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 13, 2009 13:26:40 GMT -5
"Since you became Hand. I was assigned to Selwyn before." Isabella looked up at him and said, "This is bizarre, Milord. I mean... me telling you this. It is truly bizarre."
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Post by Flex on Aug 13, 2009 13:29:57 GMT -5
"Do not worry." Euric answered with a reassuring smile. "See it this way; I feel more comfortable when I know exactly who is watching me don't have to jump at every shadow." He took a sip of wine. "Now tell me, how old are you Isabella?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 13, 2009 13:32:09 GMT -5
"I am twenty one my Lord." Isabella frowned slightly. "And I am sorry my lord, my concerns are my own. I should not bother you with them."
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Post by Flex on Aug 13, 2009 13:35:39 GMT -5
"I've had nothing but idiotic court business today and I don't have very many friends at Kings Landing, as you probably know, so a little idle banter wouldn't be too bad now."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 13, 2009 13:41:12 GMT -5
"Of course my Lord." Isabella tilted her head, "What kind of banter did you have in mind? I have never idly chattered with a Lord before. Should we talk of the weather?"
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Post by Flex on Aug 13, 2009 13:43:56 GMT -5
"I was thinking more along the line of your work." Euric answered, taking another sip. "Your official work of course, here at the Red Keep."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 13, 2009 13:47:56 GMT -5
"Making up your rooms? You are not as orderly as Lord Selwyn, I almost never had a single thing to do when I was cleaning up after him." She smiled slightly, "I have picked up a few of your garments. All manner of garments."
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Post by Flex on Aug 13, 2009 13:50:34 GMT -5
"Oh, what sort of garments?" Euric asked with a smile.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 13, 2009 13:54:05 GMT -5
"Well I admit I have seen your small clothes, and I swear that Milo never heard about them from me." She actually smiled, it lit up her eyes, "But I did tell him that you stain ever silk shirt you own within two days of it being cleaned."
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Hope you all are well and happy.