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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 20, 2009 11:14:27 GMT -5
Arya nodded her head eagerly. "That sounds fair to me. Do you even want to know of...things like that lady with the girl servant?"
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Post by The Smith on Nov 20, 2009 11:17:45 GMT -5
Aerion nodded, "That lady, and those lords, they could be blackmailed. It makes them threats to the king, if not in the same way a blade is."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 20, 2009 11:24:30 GMT -5
"Yes, I agree." She finished up her pastry, having almost forgotten it while in conversation. Hopefully she didn't look odd just holding it in her hand for such a time. "Will you tell the Queen who it is, and those men you mentioned? Or do you tell the Queen or keep it to yourself."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 20, 2009 11:27:09 GMT -5
"I tell Rolf, and Lord Trant is in charge of security right now. For the feasts. Sometimes Bettley or Thatcher, depending on what I see." Aerion looked at her, "Why? Do you worry about their secrets getting out?"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 20, 2009 11:30:05 GMT -5
"No, I just wonder what I find can be told to the Queen as gossip of the court and what should only be shared with you."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 20, 2009 11:33:43 GMT -5
Aerion shrugged, "I do not think that anything you see could not be shared with the queen. If there is ever doubt wait and ask me first?" He paused for a second, "Well I suppose if you see anything about the King himself."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 20, 2009 11:39:00 GMT -5
"That is reasonable." She folded her hands in her lap. "Do you dance ser?" She asked meekly.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 20, 2009 11:43:38 GMT -5
Aerion smirked, and turned his gaze back to the crowd, "I dance exactly as good as a weasel."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 20, 2009 11:49:05 GMT -5
"Cute." She wasn't sure how good weasels could dance. "So then..would you like to dance with me?"
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Post by The Smith on Nov 20, 2009 11:52:32 GMT -5
"Duty is a bitch." Aerion tugged at his white cloak, "What if while I was dancing with you Lord Lannister took it into his head to gut the king with a spoon."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 20, 2009 11:57:21 GMT -5
"Nonsense, I will go ask the king if his grace will allow you to have a dance with me. Or you can save me the trouble and come now." She smiled sweetly.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 20, 2009 11:59:47 GMT -5
Aerion smirked, "Go ahead and ask Daemon. I have seen the way you look at him, and when you start to speak you will stammer, and blush as you always do. Then he will pat your head, and move on with the festivities." He cast her one look to measure the effect his words have on her.
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Post by Fel on Nov 20, 2009 12:02:33 GMT -5
Maekar turned to Joanna and Redfort. "Ah, Lord Redfort, yes, I was wondering if I would get the opportunity to meet you," he said, with a short nod of greetings to the lord. "And yet you did nothing to arrange such a meeting," Joanna remarked lightly. "So the whole thing was left to me. This is all very splendid, brother." "Joanna, go play your games elsewhere." He turned to Jon, "your brother is a loyal and able knight, and you have accomplished yourself well thus far in the tourney, Lord Redfort. Your house is high in my esteem."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 20, 2009 12:03:19 GMT -5
Arya pursed her lips and balled her small hands into fists. "Then as a knight who swore his vows you can save me from that..sort of situation."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 20, 2009 12:08:28 GMT -5
Aerio shrugged, "I always considered the vows more like guidelines." He smirked though, and settled back, "And I do not think any of the vows I did swear pertain to the current situation."
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