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Post by The Stranger on Dec 10, 2009 11:08:49 GMT -5
Tyrek scratched his head, "Nothing... just thinking about our meeting, and the things you said... that's all, I'm fine. I won't collapse," He laughed nervousily.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 10, 2009 11:20:42 GMT -5
"Okay. Have you given thought to what you want to do when you become a knight?" She studied him as he responded.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 10, 2009 11:32:01 GMT -5
"I suppose I must serve my house and my lord, must'nt I?" He asked, with a cocked head.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 10, 2009 11:45:32 GMT -5
She nodded, "That's one thing to do, there are many opportunities." She smiled, "If you're adventurous then you should come to court for a little while. Does your father need you at home?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 10, 2009 12:08:47 GMT -5
"Well... I... I don't know. Perhaps. My father has a holdfast near Runestone, and I have several older brothers, so I do not think he would miss me much."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 10, 2009 13:59:44 GMT -5
"Hmph, I'm probably filling your head with more ideas. Just do what you would feel happy doing and don't lose any sleep over it! I'm stuck here so I will always have to mention court in some way or another." She smiled apologetically.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 10, 2009 14:11:01 GMT -5
"I'm sorry that you aren't free to go where you wish Lady Aryanna, perhaps soon you will be though."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 10, 2009 14:17:06 GMT -5
"Well I don't want to keep you from your training," She said, getting ready to leave.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 10, 2009 14:19:38 GMT -5
"I look forward to seeing you again," Tyrek says.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 10, 2009 14:31:53 GMT -5
She waved goodbye and dropped her hanky as she turned and left.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 10, 2009 14:34:14 GMT -5
Tyrek ran over to fetch it, and tucked it away.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 11, 2009 14:08:13 GMT -5
Aryanna came to the training yard when she was told there was going to be a fight. She had got into the habit of keeping a small blade in her boot like Gen had shown her. She felt nervous for Tyrek, and had butterflies in her stomach. Ary remained hopefuly though and observed the scene.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 14:15:35 GMT -5
Tyrek Hardying was wearing boiled leather, and swishing the air with his sword as he paced the circular training area nervously. Aryanna could see the tip of her handkerchief sticking out from beneath his glove.
Across the circle was Boris Waynwood. He was wearing scale mail, and clanking an axe head against an oak shield. A number of Eyrie men-at-arms were watching, but no one interfered.
"Boris... for the last time, I ask you to take back what you said about me, my family, and Lady Aryanna."
"Fuck you, fuck your jumped up peasant family, and fuck that Dornish slut you've been mucking about with," Boris replied. Several of the Eyrie men clucked their tongues with disapproval over Boris' response, but waited to see what would happen.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 11, 2009 14:18:47 GMT -5
She held a hand above her mouth, she thought it would be a fist fight again and not a fight with weapons. "Are they using real steel?" She asked someone nearby.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 14:24:58 GMT -5
"Aye..." replies a servant standing nearby to watch, "I knew bad blood was brewing between them, but Boris must have finally send something that got under that Hardying boy's skin, cause he called him out in the hall in front of the Seven and everybody."
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