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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 21, 2009 18:41:58 GMT -5
The place that the Baratheon's use when they are in the city, set a little away from the red keep. Inside the doro the left wall has a massive banner showing the house signil on it.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 21, 2009 18:43:03 GMT -5
Marianne looked for Steffon the day after the party that continued at Daerons. She knew that Steffon would still but upset with her but wanted to talk to him anyway.
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Post by Sam on Nov 22, 2009 13:51:03 GMT -5
She found him in his solar, reading idly reading a book about the Trial of Seven that took place in 547.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 22, 2009 14:04:54 GMT -5
Marianne sat next to Steffon, and watched him until he looked at her.
"I know your mad Steffon." She said softly.
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Post by Sam on Nov 22, 2009 14:11:17 GMT -5
"What a fantastic bit of observation that is," Steffon snapped sarcastically. "You should go work for Lord Bettley with such skills."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 22, 2009 14:14:53 GMT -5
"Your funny." She answered, determined not to let him affect her. "But did you ask Wylde if he wanted to marry before you tried to set me up with him?"
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Post by Sam on Nov 22, 2009 14:23:08 GMT -5
"I arranged this betrothal with his lord father two years ago, who jumped at the chance to have his son marry his liegelord's sister. I assume he spoke to Oscar about it, there is no reason why he would not have done so," Steffon replied.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 22, 2009 14:28:10 GMT -5
"Then why was he so against it." She asked him coolly. "Anyway I have an idea for you if you are willing to listen to me that is."
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Post by Sam on Nov 22, 2009 14:31:09 GMT -5
"How the hell should I know?" Steffon asked. "He was against the marriage?" He rose swiftly and left the room without another word.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 22, 2009 14:33:06 GMT -5
"Steffon!" Marianne called after him. She got up and followed him. "What are you doing? Cant you even listen to me!"
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Post by Sam on Nov 22, 2009 14:38:08 GMT -5
Steffon's stride did not slow as she ran after him. "I am going to have a few words with Lord Oscar," he said as an explanation. His long legs quickly outpaced his sister, and he strode out of the manse into the streets of the capital.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 22, 2009 14:39:10 GMT -5
"Steffon! No!" She called as he went. She ran after him.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 22, 2009 16:02:09 GMT -5
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Marianne got back to the manse and immediatly saddled her horse and fetched her bow. She set out to the fields to get away from her brother.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 23, 2009 14:47:46 GMT -5
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Marianne returned after the ride, she brushed down Cyril and went inside, not looking forward to seeing her brother.
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Post by Sam on Nov 23, 2009 14:49:04 GMT -5
Steffon was in the great hall, speaking to several men who, by the look of them, appeared to be tailors. He noted his sister's entrance out of the corner of his eye, but did not move to acknowledge her.
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