The Golden Gallery

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"I'm still scared Aiden. And with what is going on I'm even more scared and I don't know how I've kept myself together." Tears started to fall down her face.

[The Smith]

Aidan stepped forward, and placed a hand on her back, "You need not fear with me in the same keep. I swear no harm will come to you while I am near. And you know how capable I truly am."

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"Thank you. She looked up at him and wiped her eyes, you're one of the only ones I know I can trust with letting my guard down."

[The Smith]

Aidan smiled down at her, "And I am honored you think so. I stand ready." He placed his other hand on her upper arm, squeezing her lightly.

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"Thank you..can we hug? I think I need one." She smiled and wiped her face from salty residue again.

[The Smith]

Aidan hugged her, and even gave her a small kiss on the cheek.

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"Mm. We will see eachother again, soon. I wish you luck in the tourney."

[The Smith]

Aidan nodded, "We will milady." He bowed deeply, and offered her a smile. Then his face settled back into its neutral expression, and he turned walking away.

[Marie]

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Joanna had been hoping to speak to her brother Daeron but had never managed to get him alone. Eventually she tracked him down to the Golden Gallery.

"Hello, Daeron," she said, somewhat nervous of her reception. "I'd been hoping to speak to you."

[Flex]

Daeron, dressed in crimson and black, swors at his side, turned around. "Joanna, how nice to see you."

[Marie]

"Yes. It's been so long since we've talked, hasn't it. Not since you came to me about Becca's little predicament, in fact. How have you been?"

[Flex]

"Very well, sister." He said, looking past her and then focusing on her. "I don't think I need to ask how you have been."

[Marie]

Joanna winced.

"I wanted to tell you in person, you know, but word got out before I was able to. I regret that. We were so close, until a few years ago. I wish time had not come between us."

[Flex]

"Time did not come between us." Daeron corrected. "I just wonder what poor Jon would say."

[Marie]

"If Jon had not been killed I would not be in my present position," Joanna insisted. "I don't know what would have happened then. Most like I would have had to disappoint Daemon in the end."