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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 3, 2009 23:24:11 GMT -5
"I will tell him to look after you as well as best he can. He is a charming fellow, but he is scarred on his face now." She frowns. "If it means anything, I think your brother didn't do it. He seemed like a good man, albeit quiet."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 3, 2009 23:26:51 GMT -5
Becca gasp slightly, "Why do you say that... Aryanna Dayne, you know something don't you!" Becca said excitedly, in a loud whisper, "You have to tell me."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 3, 2009 23:30:57 GMT -5
"I don't really know anything Becca. Everyone thinks that he did it because he and your father argued." She shrugged, "I don't know, it's just a feeling. Things don't seem right that's all. I wish I could tell you something that would give you more hope."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 3, 2009 23:32:13 GMT -5
Becca frowned again, slightly crestfallen, "I understand. What do you think about Joanna and King Daemon... do you think they are... you know," She held her index finger and thumb together and moved her other index finger through it lewdly.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 3, 2009 23:37:30 GMT -5
Arya was shocked at the suggestion and her mouth gaped open, she had to cover it with her hand. She remained speechless at the suggestion. "Jo does go on about how she is so special because she has the blood of the dragon. She likes power it is true. But I don't know much of recent events to make a judgement. It's a terribly amusing thought, although quite lewd!" She chuckled. "You should try to find what the wager was. She likes to dress pretty but not show everything. Now she's lost some of her appeal." Arya thought for a moment, "Jo and the King," she said somewhat dissapointed. "Morgan seemed to have a handle on him I thought."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 3, 2009 23:42:20 GMT -5
Becca shook her head, "I don't think so. I love Morgan dearly, and she's been in quite a foul mood lately. I wonder if its not because of this business with Joanna? And the King... I'm sure he loves his Queen, but he has a wandering eye... you know what I mean. And Joanna, well, she did get all excited about making us dress up as stupid Targaryens of old didn't she? I think maybe she'd like to be a sister-wife. God, I'm such a bitch, I shouldn't say that, I don't think its true, I'm just talking because i don't know what else to do, and I'm not going to see you for so long, and get a chance to be caddy and gossip with you."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 3, 2009 23:46:33 GMT -5
"Well I'm sort of starting to be like the character I was assigned for the masque, locked away behind closed doors and hugging a pillow that's a dragon egg for comfort." She pursed her lips. "I'm sorry to hear about the Queen, she must be feeling lonely as well, what with us all being occupied, and Jo spending more time with the King than the Queen. I never thought that Daemon had a wandering eye. He's just friendly." She couldn't help but defend him in a way. "Are you going somewhere? Why wouldn't we see eachother?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 3, 2009 23:50:29 GMT -5
"Well, we can, but you are all locked up in your maiden vault," Becca said patting her thigh," "I suppose I could come tomorrow. We can play Cyvasse. I am terrible, you will love playing against me. And I'll bring the wine okay?" She laughed. "And I love the King too you know, and he is friendly, but he's more friendly with women than with the men, that's all I'm saying."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 3, 2009 23:55:27 GMT -5
"Yes I know, it's hard not to love him." She took up Becca's hand and inspected her nails. "I'm terrible at Cyvasse too so we can at least look smart if anyone important catches us playing against one another." She thought for a moment, "For once I'd actually like a good amount of wine. You can sleep over here for a few nights if you do feel really lonely in the Keep. I miss everyone."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 3, 2009 23:57:12 GMT -5
Becca nodded, "I will, soon. The Court is going to go to Storm's End soon, so I suppose I'll need to follow Queen Morgan there though. So we won't have as much time as I'd like."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 4, 2009 0:00:55 GMT -5
"Oh." Ary said disappointed. "I don't know if my father will allow me to travel." She puffed her cheeks and pulled the top part of her gown to reveal her beautiful necklace, "Isn't it pretty? King Daemon gave it to me for my nameday. My brother also gave me a locket as well. All these presents and I can't show them off, it's so frustrating!"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 0:03:16 GMT -5
"King Daemon gave you that," Becca said, giving a wolf's whistle, "Lucky girl, what did you give him?" She winked, "Well, look at it this way, at least you didn't have to ride through King's Landing naked for it."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 4, 2009 0:06:31 GMT -5
"I didn't really give him anything." She chuckled nervously. "You know how I am, I try to be the perfect maiden. It's going to be hard to find a decent man now that I'm going to be living like a hermit. Make sure to keep an eye out for a good man for me would you, but don't make him fall in love with you before I can get to him." She smiled.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 0:09:27 GMT -5
"Fall in love," Becca snorted, "Absolutely not. Fall into bed... hmm... maybe. Depends how cute he is. It's like buying a horse you know. You want a big stallion, but you need someone who knows what they are doing to break him in." She kissed Arya on the cheek, "Don't worry Arya dear, We'll find a man for you. With a handsome face and a big ....heart. A big heart." Becca chuckled. "Alright, I should go. I do love you dearly, and I look forward to when you can rejoin us at court!"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 4, 2009 0:12:30 GMT -5
"Thank you for stopping by, I love you too and give Aerie my warm regards. And the king and the Queen, and Ser Aiden!" She giggled nervously before kissing Becca in return and walking her to the door of her room.
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