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Post by Flex on May 17, 2011 12:34:24 GMT -5
"Good," Harris replied, turning about. "I shall send my daughter to meet your son." He nodded to Benjen and left, his men following him.
A while later Lyanne Bolton, wearing a simple blue dress, though it was obvious that beneath it she wore breeches. Her hair was in two braids and she walked confidently to lord Wyman's table. "So, where's this handsome young man I hear of?"
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Post by The Flint on May 18, 2011 10:36:42 GMT -5
"tending to his holdfast," Wyman replied dully, "He did not make the trip south with us."
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Post by Flex on May 18, 2011 14:10:32 GMT -5
"How unfortunate," Lyanne said with a smile. "And here I was hoping to get the lad all warm and willing for me." She eyed Lord Wyman. "I hope you're not the father."
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Post by The Flint on May 18, 2011 14:17:27 GMT -5
"He's my grandson,"Wyman replied stoicly. "Have a seat Lady Lyanne, would you care for some wine or ale?"
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Post by Flex on May 18, 2011 14:24:08 GMT -5
"Thank the gods!" Lyanne replied with a friendly smile, taking a seat. "You had me worried my husband would be twice my age!" Her smiled faltered for a moment before she gave a nod. "No offense meant of course, milord. I will have an ale, please."
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Post by The Flint on May 18, 2011 14:26:58 GMT -5
Alfyn waved and signaled for drinks to be bought.
"No. The proposed match is with Alfyn's son Jon. He commands a holdfast at our northern most border."
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Post by Flex on May 18, 2011 14:37:27 GMT -5
"As surprised as I am about this match I have to say he sounds like a good man," Lyanne replied, trying her best to behave well. "I'd thought it'd be my sister who will get... who will find a husband but this finally gives me the chance to leave the Dreadfort. Such a dull place!"
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Post by The Flint on May 18, 2011 14:41:06 GMT -5
Alfyn looked to Wyman, who looked back to his son, "The life of wife is not so exciting either." Wyman said, "It's mostly the cook fire and the birthing bed." he said blandly. "But Jon's holdings are in good country, with plenty of game, and fish, and the land grows well. Lord Harris implied you had a love for the forest, perhaps it may suit?"
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Post by Flex on May 18, 2011 14:45:33 GMT -5
"Well, if Jon enjoys hunting he can expect me to come along," Lyanne replied with a smile. "Surely having a wife that just sits around and does nothing is boring?" She grinned widely and took a large swig of ale.
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Post by The Flint on May 18, 2011 14:56:23 GMT -5
Wyman raised his eyebrow again, and looked to Alfyn.
"We are no city people by blood," He said, "So I woman whose willing to catch, gut and skin a deer or rabbit is like to receive a warmer welcome among the Flints, then some King's Landing courtier." he said cautiously.
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Post by Flex on May 19, 2011 13:31:55 GMT -5
"I'm glad to hear that," Lyanne replies happily. "Staying in the North is a far better fate than being shipped off to some knight's castle in the Reach or the West."
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Post by The Flint on May 19, 2011 13:48:21 GMT -5
"Alright, we'll we'd need to have the introduction, and then speak with your father as to a dowry, but it does seem promising." Wyman said.
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Post by Flex on May 20, 2011 11:13:25 GMT -5
"No doubt you'll be given clothes weaved from human skin," Lyanne replied jokily. "Though I leave you and my father to this boring stuff. For me the groom awaits." She grinned wolfishly.
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 11:15:04 GMT -5
"When we depart the city, perhaps you and your father will enjoy us at Widow's Watch to meet him, and finalize the business, if its to proceed." Flint suggested.
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Post by Flex on May 20, 2011 11:16:18 GMT -5
"Of course," Lyanne said with an nod. "I shall let my father know about the arrangements."
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Hope you all are well and happy.