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Post by Flex on Nov 18, 2009 16:48:49 GMT -5
The cells of the Red Keep.
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Post by Flex on Nov 18, 2009 16:50:11 GMT -5
Prince Daeron arrived at the cells and asked who had sent for him.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 18, 2009 16:57:52 GMT -5
Ser Huntington was sitting behind his desk, two guards crouched behind him rolling dice. They all stood when they saw the prince, "I did my Prince. The woman inside wishes to speak with you."
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Post by Flex on Nov 18, 2009 16:59:12 GMT -5
"What has she done to deserve a cell?" Daeron asked with a serious expression.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 18, 2009 17:02:52 GMT -5
"Murder. She killed two husbands. In the Stormlands" Huntington replied.
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Post by Flex on Nov 18, 2009 17:05:12 GMT -5
Daeron frowned. "And who is this woman?" He asked, wondering why on earth he was here.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 18, 2009 17:08:57 GMT -5
"Her given name is Lyanna Storm. She has more aliases then my arm is long, my prince. She has a poisoned tongue, and uses it well." Ser Hunt replied.
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Post by Flex on Nov 18, 2009 17:09:46 GMT -5
"I shall see her now then." Daeron said, turning to the door, a suspicion or two in his head.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 18, 2009 17:13:52 GMT -5
The show Daeron into the cells, and behind the bars is the woman he had briefly known as 'Rhaenys Freeman'. She looked up at him, and smiled merrily, and tilted her head, "My Prince has come, I am excited."
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Post by Flex on Nov 18, 2009 17:15:47 GMT -5
Daeron frowned. "Rhaenys Freeman, hm?" He asked. "And what is this I hear about murder, girl?"
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Post by The Smith on Nov 18, 2009 17:19:58 GMT -5
"It was another life, your Prince before I met you." She fell to her knees, "I will be the first to admit that I have made mistakes, but the love I feel for you, it is so strong." She raised a hand to her cleavage, and added, "I feel you here, all the time."
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Post by Flex on Nov 18, 2009 17:21:57 GMT -5
Daeron looked at her for a long moment and frowned. He then turned to Ser Huntington. "She may wear the jewels I bought her for her execution."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 18, 2009 17:24:23 GMT -5
The girl suddenly cried out. "My prince... please... I... would give you anything."
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Post by Flex on Nov 18, 2009 17:25:53 GMT -5
Daeron thought for a moment. "Ser Huntington, I would have a moment alone with the woman."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 18, 2009 17:30:26 GMT -5
The Knight blustered, "Your Prince that would be most inappropriate."
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