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Post by The Smith on Nov 30, 2009 11:56:03 GMT -5
Daemon squeezed her hand, "Do not worry Arya. I will be able to help you. I know some pretty influential people in this kingdom."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 30, 2009 12:26:33 GMT -5
"I'm glad that you do." She giggled and rubbed his hand with her thumb. "I'm happy that you care for me at least a little bit. I must confess that I am enjoying myself here, and I don't know if I should be during this..time. And these clothes.."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 30, 2009 12:29:37 GMT -5
Daemon laughed, and smiled at her, but as he opened his mouth to reply, Milo Bettley stepped up, and bowed stiffly.
"Your grace, we must speak of the events of the last weeks." His dark eyes were locked onto the King, and his jawline was hard.
Daemon glanced at Milo and sighed, then kissed the back of Arya's hand, "I am sorry dear, but I am afraid duty calls."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 30, 2009 12:32:13 GMT -5
Arya nodded and blushed, "Come speak with me sometime."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 30, 2009 12:42:36 GMT -5
The King nodded, and then he and Milo moved slowly from the room talking.
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 30, 2009 13:05:06 GMT -5
<<<<< Sometime earlier >>>>>
Conwell Lannister arrived with his wife (only), wearing black finery, detailed only slightly in the red and gold of his house. To any onlooker he seemed a great deal more solemn and somber than usual. He made a quiet greeting to the King and then took up his place at the table.
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 30, 2009 20:06:51 GMT -5
Becca Thatcher eventually stands and saunters over to Lord Conwell,
"Is this seat taken," she asked quietly, from beneath her veil.
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