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Post by The Stranger on Jan 10, 2010 21:31:39 GMT -5
"Okay... but you can't get me any more!" she said, climbing out of the wardrobe wearing a short tunic and belt, with the wooden dagger stuck in her belt, "And if someone gets you, don't tell them I've been sleeping in the wardrobe. That's my secret."
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Post by Flex on Jan 10, 2010 21:32:51 GMT -5
Daeron laughs at Becca's comment. "It will be our little secret." He looks at the bed. "Then who's that?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 10, 2010 21:36:48 GMT -5
"Suzan, Allie's sister," the servant who had let Daeron in sticks her head in the room waves and departs again, " and my other servant. She's a little small, but close enough right? Suzan, wake up!" The girl snaps awake and sits up sheepishly.
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Post by Flex on Jan 10, 2010 21:38:52 GMT -5
"Ahhh." Daeron replied, smiling at the girl. "In any case, I also came here on business. Might she... leave?" He asked.
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 10, 2010 21:40:30 GMT -5
Becca gestured for the two servants to leave, which they did.
"What do you mean... business?" Becca said, "and keep your hands where I can see them... assassin!" she giggled.
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Post by Flex on Jan 10, 2010 21:42:58 GMT -5
Daeron smiled and held his hands up. "I need to ask you a few things... you are always quick to knowing things you shouldn't so I realize you will be my greatest help."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 10, 2010 21:44:34 GMT -5
"Well then, if it's pure business, it'll be quid pro qo," Becca said, "so ask what you want to know, and we'll see what we can do. Aren't you glad you didn't kill me?" She sat down on the bed.
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Post by Flex on Jan 10, 2010 21:47:40 GMT -5
"I could never truly kill you, Becca." Daeron replied with a wink, sitting back down on the chair. "First off, do you know what the general reaction of the people to this... wedding is? Not only the lower nobility but the smallfolk."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 10, 2010 21:50:41 GMT -5
"I don't associate with small folk," Becca sniffed as if slightly offended. "Obviously you know as well as I do that most of the court is offended. I would say at least nine out of every ten of them is indeed offended, and some are just faking to lure out any troublemakers."
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Post by Flex on Jan 10, 2010 21:52:16 GMT -5
Daeron nodded, scratching his chin. "And you personally? Just from you to me."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 10, 2010 21:54:33 GMT -5
"You know I think Joanna ripped my dresses," Becca replied, before removing her dagger and proceeding to spin it on her palm.
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Post by Flex on Jan 10, 2010 21:59:43 GMT -5
Daeron chuckled. "I have heard of the treatment Morgan is getting. Her royal make-up artist must be very good." He frowned and looked around the room, a little selfconscious. "Becca... do you know how long court will be at Casterly Rock?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 10, 2010 22:01:46 GMT -5
"No that, like everything else, is based on Joanna's whim," Becca said with a frown, "She has the sages torturing her poor girl on account of a lazy eye or whatever, so it could be awhile."
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Post by Flex on Jan 10, 2010 22:03:14 GMT -5
"Good." He looked around again before focusing on Becca intently. "Do you know if there is any way of getting Morgan away from here?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 10, 2010 22:04:42 GMT -5
"Aerion or Aidan are with her all times of the day or night," Becca yawned, "Along with me or Arya, or both. What do you mean get her away?" Becca said cocking her head to the left in confusion.
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Hope you all are well and happy.