|
Post by The Smith on Nov 21, 2009 12:40:17 GMT -5
Daemon laughed, "No, I have decided to give that role to my brother Daeron." He winked at her, "I will take the role of Aegon. And have asked my sister, and my wife to help play my sister wives."
|
|
|
Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 21, 2009 12:43:56 GMT -5
"Prince Daeron as Baelor?" She couldn't see that at all. "That is certainly..a different choice your grace for the Prince. Though your own choice is definitely a good one."
|
|
|
Post by The Smith on Nov 21, 2009 12:46:49 GMT -5
"I admit, Daeron as Baelor is meant to be humorous. I doubt he will act as the Blessed." Daemon smiled easily.
|
|
|
Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 21, 2009 12:48:37 GMT -5
"Oh I see now, that is ironic. Will you take part in the drinking game?"
|
|
|
Post by The Smith on Nov 21, 2009 12:49:58 GMT -5
"Will you?" Daemon asked quickly in turn.
|
|
|
Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 21, 2009 12:52:38 GMT -5
"Um.." she wringed her hands nervously, "I don't really know, I'm not a big drinker."
|
|
|
Post by The Smith on Nov 21, 2009 13:08:02 GMT -5
"Neither am I." Daemon reached out and took her hand, "If I do it, will you?" He smiled confidently at her.
|
|
|
Post by Horas on Nov 21, 2009 13:08:11 GMT -5
Morgan shook her head, "That will not work Quentyn, my husband has already picked out customes for his kin. We shall all be attending as Legendary Targaryens. We will need a different forfeit." She placed a finger to her lip in thought. "Intriguing," Quentyn smiles. "Perhaps we keep it simple then. The winner gets to challenge the loser to a dare, which they must accept."
|
|
|
Post by The Smith on Nov 21, 2009 13:09:54 GMT -5
Morgan nods at Quentyn, "Agreed. I will start thinking of my dare immediately." She tilted her head and smiled at him. "You are going to enter the silly contest, aren't you?"
|
|
|
Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 21, 2009 13:11:11 GMT -5
"Neither am I." Daemon reached out and took her hand, "If I do it, will you?" He smiled confidently at her. Her small defenses crumbled and she nodded, "Certainly. I just need Aerie to take me home after to make sure I get back safely."
|
|
|
Post by The Smith on Nov 21, 2009 13:35:36 GMT -5
Daemon nodded, and lead her to the table, "Two more Daeron."
|
|
|
Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 21, 2009 13:49:48 GMT -5
Marianne entered a little late, she had needed to change her dress after wine had been spilled on it in Steffons party.
|
|
|
Post by The Smith on Nov 21, 2009 13:54:49 GMT -5
Tybolt Wylde followed her in, feeling completely out of place.
|
|
|
Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 21, 2009 13:56:05 GMT -5
Marianne noticed his espression and smiled.
"Dont worry, none in here will bite you. You are my guest."
|
|
|
Post by The Smith on Nov 21, 2009 13:57:30 GMT -5
Tybolt nodded, and looked around, "There is only one man with out royal blood in this room. I would rather face eight actual dragons." He winked at her.
|
|