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Post by Flex on Jan 10, 2010 23:36:54 GMT -5
Daeron chuckled. "You'll have enemy spies thinking so much about what is beneath that cloak they'll forget to worry about your intentions."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 10, 2010 23:40:10 GMT -5
Becca smiled and patted Daeron's cheek, "What is your price Daeron? What do you want out of this rebellion of yours?"
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Post by Flex on Jan 10, 2010 23:43:03 GMT -5
"Someone on the throne who isn't a megalomaniac." Daeron replied. "So I am already out of the question; I would become as bad or worse than Daemon. Of course, I would help make some decisions... how does Becca Thatcher, Mistress of Whispers sounds?" He grinned.
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 10, 2010 23:45:18 GMT -5
Becca snorted, "Becca Mistress of Dragons sounds better."
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Post by Flex on Jan 10, 2010 23:46:44 GMT -5
Daeron kept grinning. "As you wish. If you have any good ideas for a regent let me know; Aerys is still a little young."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 10, 2010 23:56:04 GMT -5
"You'll have to consider what to do with Maekar afterwards too don't forget. Or else you could start all this, and not get to decide who gets the spoils," she kissed him on the nose, "Good luck. And let me know who kills you in the game, so I know who is coming for me?" She smiled.
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Post by Flex on Jan 10, 2010 23:58:08 GMT -5
Daeron smiled and lifted his finger. "Now that is cheating isn't?" He asked, before turning to the door. "I'll send a note to you as soon as I am dead." He said amusedly, before leaving.
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