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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 5, 2009 19:03:41 GMT -5
"Why are you sitting in my room?" She asked coldly.
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Post by Fel on Dec 5, 2009 19:07:29 GMT -5
He opened his eyes and looked at her, "to be a part of your sadness."
"I never knew the man who sired me. The men who trained me took me in as an orphan boy, and taught me to fight, and to think. But this is not the same as a having a father."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 5, 2009 19:16:30 GMT -5
"No," she said softly from her pillow, "It isn't. You might be lucky to not have known your true father, so that you will never have to mourn."
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Post by Fel on Dec 5, 2009 19:20:43 GMT -5
He gave her a soft, comforting smile, "it is hard to understand now, but in time this will pass, Aryanna of Starfall. You will be grateful for all those moments you shared with him, and you will not want to have traded them for any piece of relief from this pain."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 5, 2009 19:25:21 GMT -5
Her heart felt empty and her eyes were red. She found a cloth and wiped her nose and face of salty residue. "Now I know how my friends felt when they lost their father. How am I supposed to find relief?"
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Post by Fel on Dec 5, 2009 19:40:54 GMT -5
"Everyone must find relief in their own way. You must not let this consume you. Your father gave his life so you could have yours, so you must be sure that you are indeed living your life. Make every moment yours."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 5, 2009 19:58:18 GMT -5
Ary nodded, "My father loves my, and I love him. He'd want to see me triumph over who did this to us." Her voice sounded a bit more sure but she did not move her head much from her pillow. "What should we do?"
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Post by Fel on Dec 6, 2009 8:07:49 GMT -5
"Eat," he said, as the scent of cooked food started to reach him through the door.
A knock came at door, and sure enough a servant was holding a tray of food. Tonio brought it to Aryanna. It had eggs and ham on it, and toasted bread with pots of honey, jam and cream.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 6, 2009 15:11:48 GMT -5
She hadn't an appetite and only had some of the bread with honey and jam. "I want to go back to King's Landing, to see my father. I should see Maester Polsen if I can write a letter."
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Post by Fel on Dec 6, 2009 18:57:00 GMT -5
Tonio looked at Aryanna.
"This is not possible. Those men who wish to kill you will use this as an opportunity to make their attack if you come out of hiding. They will not want to fail a third time."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 6, 2009 19:02:42 GMT -5
She lay back on her bed and stared at the ceiling. She wondered how Aerie felt, trapped in her own mind. Then she cried again silently, slowly wiping away any tears that pooled in her eyes. "Get me some parchment and ink please. I at least want to write."
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Post by Fel on Dec 6, 2009 19:05:15 GMT -5
Tonio nodded and left the room, returning a few moments later with parchment, ink and quill.
"Mention nothing about where you are," he reminded softly, as he handed them to her.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 6, 2009 19:08:44 GMT -5
"You can read it and judge it for yourself once I am done. I need at least some feeling like I can talk with my friends." She moved over to a table slowly. Her dress was creased from having slept in it and her hair was slightly messy. "How long do you think it will take for the Prince to find the culprit?"
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Post by Fel on Dec 6, 2009 19:17:54 GMT -5
"Maekar has written that he has captured some of the dishonourable men who attacked your father. He hopes this will help to untangle this plot and discover the culprit. But, as to how long, I can not say. As long as necessary."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 6, 2009 19:24:35 GMT -5
She did not like the sound of that and for one of the first times in her life she wished considerable pain would come to whoever was responsible. "I hope he hurt them and then got answers. I would like to have seen their pain." She dipped a quill into the ink well. "Have you ever gotten pleasure from hurting someone?"
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