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Post by The Stranger on Nov 17, 2009 16:36:09 GMT -5
"Likewise my prince, it was good seeing you and I will look forward to seeing you again." As Daeron strode off Arya spoke with Becca, "Thank you, the sooner the better. I am usually clumsy when it comes to picking things out and don't try anything too adventurous like you." Aryanna looked around, "And on second thought I do miss Aerie, it is not like her to be amiss." Becca's eyes darted left and right, "Ah.. I don't see her husband, she is probably spending the night with him, poor girl."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 17, 2009 16:40:04 GMT -5
"Poor girl?" She asked, not getting the meaning. "Why would they not come, I had thought that they both enjoyed court."
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 17, 2009 16:42:14 GMT -5
Becca laughed and put her arm over Arya's shoulder, "you see Aryanna, when a husband and wife have not seen each other in some time, they tend to seek some alone time, so that they can... catch up, on everything they've missed while apart. And it was the thought of Lord Bracken naked that made me say poor girl," Becca did a fake shiver, and chuckled, "I'm sure they will be along eventually."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 17, 2009 16:44:35 GMT -5
"Well, I did, in fact, strive for excellence. Is his Majesty here in attendance?" "Yes my lord, he talked ceaslessly of your own endeavor, and seemed to think mine lacking in comparison." Grafton said.
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Post by Marie on Nov 17, 2009 16:44:48 GMT -5
"I'd rather have them stricken by my looks." Daeron replied with a chuckle. "Yes, a fair few good conversations here and there. I see we have come oddly matched." "Yes, though whether it be chance or fate i know not." Joanna laughed, flinging her hair back slightly as she did so. "Daeron, my sweet brother, I must confess I grow worried about you."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 17, 2009 16:46:34 GMT -5
"Oh...So then he has come to King's Landing finally. I don't think I've seen the man, is he that...uncouth?"
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Post by Flex on Nov 17, 2009 16:48:12 GMT -5
"Yes, though whether it be chance or fate i know not." Joanna laughed, flinging her hair back slightly as she did so. "Daeron, my sweet brother, I must confess I grow worried about you." Daeron smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Worried, dear sister? I am healthy and fine, what could there be to worry about?"
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 17, 2009 16:49:21 GMT -5
Becca cocked her head, as if considering, "Hmm.. I suppose not. He'd not be my first choice certainly. Perhaps I just find the idea of any man whose bedded my sister unattractive. That's probably a good, all things considered," She giggled.
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 17, 2009 16:51:41 GMT -5
"Ah yes, though better music and better food would go nicely with that wine and company," he laughed. "Though with enough wine, even the worst seems worthy. Such as that maid over there. Ten more cups and she could be a beauty." Conwell laughed deep from his belly on seeing the serving maid Rhaegar had indicated. "I hope she is not still a maid, or she's like to remain one for her whole life... Wine or no!"
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Post by Marie on Nov 17, 2009 16:51:59 GMT -5
"Oh, well, you know, you chase women every time I see you. I never seem to see you with a permanent paramour though. Is it the chase that excites you the most?"
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Post by Flex on Nov 17, 2009 16:53:14 GMT -5
"Oh, well, you know, you chase women every time I see you. I never seem to see you with a permanent paramour though. Is it the chase that excites you the most?" "More than anything, Jo." Daeron replied. "You should try it yourself; just indulge for once. You are certainly beautiful enough to have any man you wish." He winked.
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Post by Horas on Nov 17, 2009 16:53:42 GMT -5
"Perhaps Lord Grafton is wittier than you imagine, Your Grace. Andal culture is the culture of all the Seven Kingdoms, now, with Lord Manderly spreading the Faith to the North and the the septons doing the same to the Iron Islands. Perhaps he is merely making a comment to that effect by providing an... ordinary party to celebrate our ordinary people." Quentyn's smile becomes a hair broader, and it is obvious that he does not believe anything he has just said. Without missing a beat, Quentyn continues, "There were no problems. Things went smoothly." Daemon shook his head, "Grafton should have had you design this party. Your mind is far too slippery. You could explain away nearly anything." The King stroked his chin in thought. "You are very good." He added, and studied his cousin. Quentyn notices the courtiers around them beginning to swirl in. "His Grace is too kind. We all do what we must to earn our keep." He bows again as he takes his leave. "I will leave you to your other guests. Perhaps we will speak again before the week is over?"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 17, 2009 16:53:52 GMT -5
Becca cocked her head, as if considering, "Hmm.. I suppose not. He'd not be my first choice certainly. Perhaps I just find the idea of any man whose bedded my sister unattractive. That's probably a good, all things considered," She giggled. "Yes..I can see your point. It would seem a bit awkward. Who would be your first choice?" Arya asked, curious to know who Becca was interested, since she could have almost any man she wished.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 17, 2009 16:57:22 GMT -5
"Ah yes, though better music and better food would go nicely with that wine and company," he laughed. "Though with enough wine, even the worst seems worthy. Such as that maid over there. Ten more cups and she could be a beauty." Conwell laughed deep from his belly on seeing the serving maid Rhaegar had indicated. "I hope she is not still a maid, or she's like to remain one for her whole life... Wine or no!" "Do not be so unkind, Lord Lannister!" Rhaegar said in mock appall. "Even the homely need love; they just have to pay for it," he laughed. He took a cup of wine from a passing servant and took a drink.
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 17, 2009 16:57:29 GMT -5
Becca shrugged her shoulders, "I'm not certain I know what type of man I look for," Becca replied, in what seemed to be sincerity. "I just see a man, and something about him appeals to me, or doesn't."
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