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Post by Marie on Nov 9, 2009 18:45:52 GMT -5
"Good. I would hate to believe you weren't expecting me."
Rhaenys, on the contrary, was looking better than when she and Trant had last met. The dark circles had almost gone from her eyes and she wasn't quite so thin.
"Let us sit and talk of your plans," she said.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 9, 2009 18:48:48 GMT -5
"Of course, I'll send word for your husband and we can meet in his command tent it should be private enough there," he smiled.
Some servants come and grab any baggage that the Rhaenys brought with her and commence to move it towards the Hand's command tent.
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