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Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 20:55:07 GMT -5
A converstation in Runestone.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 20:56:34 GMT -5
There is a gentle knock on Daeron's door.
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Post by Flex on Dec 20, 2009 20:57:50 GMT -5
Surprised at the knock, Daeron looks up from his book. "Enter." He wondered who this could be.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 21:00:32 GMT -5
Becca Thatcher drifted in the door, "Why Daeron Targaryen... you just glide in here, and don't come and say hello to your favorite cousin? I am heartbroken."
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Post by Flex on Dec 20, 2009 21:04:23 GMT -5
Daeron smiled widely. "Becca, Becca - had I known you were here I would have come to see you immediately." He sets the book down and gets up to greet her. "That infortunate business concerning Joanna however distracted me."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 21:07:26 GMT -5
"You are a terrible liar Daeron, where else would I be? Of course I'm at court," She chuckled her tongue in disappointment.
"But some how I was able to get away from the Queen long enough to say hello, I tell you, the woman should be an Old Master on Slaver's Bay."
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Post by Flex on Dec 20, 2009 21:09:35 GMT -5
Daeron chuckled. "I thought that was a good one, myself. Anyhow, I don't remember the Queen to be as harsh as you call her. Has something changed?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 21:11:10 GMT -5
"Of late it seems. She complains ENDLESSLY, especially about Daemon's misbehavior." Becca says, "can I sit down or get a glass of wine, or something, or should I just stand here as I give my report like one of your shoulders," She stuck her tongue out.
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Post by Flex on Dec 20, 2009 21:13:32 GMT -5
Daeron mock frowned, before picking up the book he had set down upon a lavish chair and placing it on a table. "I only brough Arbor Gold, if you don't mind." He said, opening the bottle he had and pouring two glasses.
"So, are there any particulars she likes to mention?" He asked as he sat back down opposite Becca, handing her a glass.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 21:16:29 GMT -5
"Gods... Arbor Gold again? I'd rather drink horse piss, but alright," she says, with a giggle, as she punches Daeron in the arm playfully.
"Well... you know, since the horse ride, Morgan seems to have no sense of humor at all," Becca replied, "But I think it will blow over, don't you? Especially after this terrible business with these murderers."
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Post by Flex on Dec 20, 2009 21:18:44 GMT -5
"The horse ride..." Daeron said, taking a sip from his wine. "Do you know what that was about? I mean... why did Daemon make Joanna do it?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 21:20:42 GMT -5
"Yes... Joanna wants a dragon... EVERYONE at court knows that, and so Daemon made a little bet...." Becca chuckled.
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Post by Flex on Dec 20, 2009 21:22:48 GMT -5
"What!" Daeron says, his head snapping up. "I am sorry, please continue." He sipped from his wine again, a horrible suspicion already building in his mind.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 21:23:39 GMT -5
"What's wrong Daeron?" Becca asked, putting her hand on his forearm.
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Post by Flex on Dec 20, 2009 21:26:29 GMT -5
"Nothing... just..." He drank again and looked up at Becca. "It's probably just a stupid thought, but with Joanna spending so much time at court, the Dragon... bet, whatever it was and... now the attempt on her life." He lowered his glass. "But surely it cannot be connected to her Grace."
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