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Post by Flex on Nov 17, 2009 14:39:20 GMT -5
Prince Daeron approached Becca Thatcher from behind and grunted amusedly. "That is quite a provocative choice of dress there."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 17, 2009 14:39:31 GMT -5
Banefort shook his head, "It is unsettling. Greatly. King's Landing I mean." He shivered, "The Ocean is on the wrong side."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 17, 2009 14:40:35 GMT -5
Morgan nodded, "I am sure of it. Grafton will not have let his feast fall that short of the mark."
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 17, 2009 14:42:15 GMT -5
Becca leaned back and looked up at her cousin without turning, enabling the Prince to gaze down her cleavage if he felt so inclined.
"Is it now cuz?" She said with a smile, "You should have seen what I was planning to wear."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Nov 17, 2009 14:44:34 GMT -5
Banefort shook his head, "It is unsettling. Greatly. King's Landing I mean." He shivered, "The Ocean is on the wrong side." Connor glances at his empty wine glass, thinking perhaps Banefort's oddities were due to his drink. "What do you mean my lord, the ocean is on the wrong side? Is the ocean not where it should be?"
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Post by Flex on Nov 17, 2009 14:45:35 GMT -5
Daeron grinned, his eyes quickly shooting down her body before returning to settle on her eyes. "Perhaps it is best you not tell me, Becca, lest I get the urge to see you wear it." He winked at her and sipped from his wine.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 17, 2009 14:46:38 GMT -5
"Hopefully not, I would not want to miss out on such an affair, what with all the princes." Arya sat with her hands folded in her lap and a small smile on her face as she observed the goings on. She watched Becca and Prince Daeron approach her from behind. She both admired and loathed Becca and wondered where Aerie was.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 17, 2009 14:47:54 GMT -5
Edwyn shook his head, "I was raised in Banefort, my friend. And the ocean over there is on the proper side, the West. This Eastern Ocean unsetles me. Deeply." He looked at Tully's eye on his drink, "Its Juice, I always bring some with me to these feasts. I can not abide wine... it destroys my digestion."
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 17, 2009 14:48:33 GMT -5
Daeron grinned, his eyes quickly shooting down her body before returning to settle on her eyes. "Perhaps it is best you not tell me, Becca, lest I get the urge to see you wear it." He winked at her and sipped from his wine. "Urges are made to be controlled cousin," Becca said as she turned into him, and looked up again, "Having any luck finding some young pretty thing to ride your dragon?" She grinned.
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 17, 2009 14:49:01 GMT -5
Conwell enjoyed the obviously provocative behavior out of the Thatcheress. "Lady Becca, I must beg my leave for a moment so that I may offer the King greetings and renew my steadfast fealty to him." He grinned, "I shall return here quickly." He looked to his wife, "Come, Lisette."
Lord and Lady of Lannister walked towards the king. Becca noticed that Yasmyn's left hand that had been clutching the edge of her tokar had disappeared. The tokar now was suspended only by her ample breast. The left hand had gone Gods no where. Yasmyn smiled.
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Post by Flex on Nov 17, 2009 14:50:27 GMT -5
"Tonight, not yet." He replied, scanning the room. "Though lord Manderly's feast yielded some surprises. I always find it surprising how gullible some appear to be. A sweet word here and there and it is done."
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 17, 2009 14:51:14 GMT -5
Lord Rhaegar arrived late, making a beeline for his cousin, the King.
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 17, 2009 14:51:42 GMT -5
Becca leaned against her cousin Daeron as she examined Yasmyn carefully with her eyes. "Hello sweetling, this is my cousin Prince Daeron Targaryen, do you like him?"
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 17, 2009 14:55:26 GMT -5
Yasmyn's eyes darted over to Darien. She shook her head. "Not so much, I'm afriad." Her left hand reappeared. She took a morsel of fruit, ate it, allowing a finger of her left hand to linger on her tongue as she did so. She swallowed and smiled again.
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 17, 2009 14:56:58 GMT -5
Conwell and Lisette joined the crowd growing about the King. Conwell bent to one knee and said, "It is ever good to see you after these intervening years, my King."
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