Princess Joanna's apartments - 598 AC

[Marie]

"Then you tell him that it was not your fault Lord Oscar didn't want you and that you have done your duty and then, well, we tell him that you should have some say in the matter yourself."

[Viea Greyjoy]

Marianne nodded.

"I should go and ask him then, Steffon I mean, first anyway."

[Marie]

"Perhaps you should, but you will have my backing if you marry this Wylde."

[Viea Greyjoy]

Marianne grinned. "You dont know how much that means to me sister."

She kissed Joanna on the cheek and left.

[Marie]

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The following day, Joanna sought out her husband.

"Jon," she said. "We must talk. What are you planning to do after the festivities are concluded?"

[Viea Greyjoy]

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Marianne came to her sisters rooms clearly upset. She knocked on the door.

[Marie]

The servants showed her in at once. Joanna was playing with her daughters but got up from the floor at once and ran to embrace her sister.

"What's happened?" She asked.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Marianne shook her head.

"Come riding with me sister." She asked hoarsely.

[Marie]

"Of course.; I need to change first, though."

Joanna was all concern; she wondered what had happened now, who had dared to upset her sister.

"Sit down a minute. Have a cup of water and try to calm yourself while I get changed."

[Viea Greyjoy]

Marianne nodded, and sat near her neices with a cup of water, sipping it tentivly.

[Marie]

A few minutes later, Joanna arrived clothed in black and purple riding leathers.

"Where shall we go?"

[Viea Greyjoy]

Marianne jumped up.

"I dont care, away from the city." She said, shaking a little. She left the room to get Cyril ready to go.

[Marie]

Joanna ordered her servants to watchc over the chidlren then folowed her distressed sister.

[The Stranger]

Nov 22, 2009 10:15:54 GMT -5 Marie said:

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The following day, Joanna sought out her husband.

"Jon," she said. "We must talk. What are you planning to do after the festivities are concluded?"

"Joanna, every time you say things like that," He put on a mimic expression of a very serious face," 'Jon we must talk...' I expect you to tell me my hair is on fire, or something horrible." He kissed his wife on the cheek, "I plan to return to Runestone of course, what else would I do?"

[Marie]

She sighed regretfully; she had half expected this.

"If your hair were on fire I wouldn't talk about it, I'd toss a bucket of water over your head to put it out! But never mind that, I thought you might care to stay at Court with me."