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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 9:15:45 GMT -5
The large throne room, where sits the Iron Throne, forged from the thousand swords of Aegon the Conqueror's enemies. It is a place where courtiers gather to catch even the smallest glimpse of his grace the King, trade gossip, and hear pronouncements from the Small Council.
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 9:21:25 GMT -5
Lord Wyman Flint, his son Torrhen, accompanied by Summer Snow and Ramsey and Ryk Flint entered the court of the King.
Despite wearing their best furs, none of them truly looked graceful or like Courtiers, except perhaps for Summer, who looked splendid in a floor length robe of white rabbit which she had made (and trapped) herself. But then it was commonly said that the girl would have looked stunning in a potato sack.
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Post by House Fossoway on May 9, 2011 10:25:48 GMT -5
In the back of the large throne room, talking to a few other ladies, Lady Alanna Fossoway stood and watched as the northerners entered the throne room. She was dressed in what the courtiers would call simple clothing, a velvet red and gold gown that held no extravagance.
She studied at them with a interesting look upon her face, she wondered what their reason for being here was. Those from the North rarely came to King's Landing, except maybe some from White Harbor, but they didn't look like city-folk.
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 10:26:43 GMT -5
Summer felt eyes upon her, and turned her head. She watched the woman in the red and gold watching them, and stared back at her.
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Post by House Fossoway on May 9, 2011 10:32:34 GMT -5
She offered the woman a simple smile, before she decided to go over to them. She wouldn't get her curiosity soothed by just standing and watching them from afar.
She excused herself from her present company, and made her way over to where the group of northerners stood. She gave them a small curtsy as she stood before them.
"Welcome to King's Landing, good men and my lady." she said adding a small smile, in hopes that they wouldn't just brush her off.
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 10:42:18 GMT -5
Lord Wyman turned, and smiled a gapped-toothed smile.
"My lady, we thank you for the welcome." He said courteously enough. "If I may introduce myself? Wyman of House Flint of Widow's Watch. this is my son Tormund, his son Ramsay, and his nephew Ryk." He did not introduce the girl in the rabbit robe, who simply curtsied, respectably but not terribly low.
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Post by Horas on May 9, 2011 12:25:19 GMT -5
Ser Ranulf Redwyne wanders into the King's Court. He is one of the finest dressed men in the room, his doublet colored deep with expensive burgundy dye and embroidered with an elaborate tracery of cloth of gold. Despite the fact that no food or drink is served at the court, Ranulf nonetheless carries a large goblet which he sips from at regular intervals.
He pauses to gaze appreciatively at a comely if plainly dressed Reach girl and a long-haired beauty in a strange white fur gown.
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 12:34:37 GMT -5
Summer caught his eye and smiled back pleasantly enough.
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Post by Fel on May 9, 2011 12:38:10 GMT -5
Ser Gulian Yronwood watched the Northerners, a polite smile on his face.
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Post by House Fossoway on May 9, 2011 12:51:02 GMT -5
Lord Wyman turned, and smiled a gapped-toothed smile. "My lady, we thank you for the welcome." He said courteously enough. "If I may introduce myself? Wyman of House Flint of Widow's Watch. this is my son Tormund, his son Ramsay, and his nephew Ryk." He did not introduce the girl in the rabbit robe, who simply curtsied, respectably but not terribly low. Lady Alanna smiled to each of the men, before she turned to the young girl. "And who might you be, my lady? I am Lady Alanna Fossoway from Cider Hall, though I doubt that means anything to you, unless you've been to King's Landing before, which I think I would have remembered. I hope the journey here was pleasant enough." |
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 12:57:16 GMT -5
"This is my daughter, Summer Snow." Tormund answered for her. The seventeen-year old bastard curtsied again. "Milady," she said. "And no, this is my first time."
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Post by Helyn Caron on May 9, 2011 12:57:46 GMT -5
Helyn wandered in to the Hall and looked around in Awe, she thought it was about time she made an appearence
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Post by Marie on May 9, 2011 13:01:06 GMT -5
Isolde and Mark arrived as well. Isolde was clothed in a pretty pink gown trimmed with while and silver, while Mark was in black and green.
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Post by House Fossoway on May 9, 2011 13:11:24 GMT -5
"This is my daughter, Summer Snow." Tormund answered for her. The seventeen-year old bastard curtsied again. "Milady," she said. "And no, this is my first time." Lady Alanna looked a bit taken back by her introduction, since most southern lord didn't bring their bastards to court, but she found her composure quickly. "I am sure that it's all overwhelming coming here, I remember my first visit to King's Landing. I had never seen so many people crowded in the same place, and the smell; that's something that I'll always remember. So how has your stay been so far, I hope you've been treated fairly. Many of us from the south consider many of you from the north as well-mannered barbarians, so we might forget our manners when presented to you for the first time." |
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 13:18:03 GMT -5
"First impressions are so important," Wyman said neutrally, his face the mildest of frowns. "have you been in court long?"
Summer excused herself, and made her way over towards Mark and Isolde.
"Ser Mark!" She exclaimed, "Soo good to see you again, and not so badly injured. This must be your lovely sister!" Summer said, smiling widely.
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Hope you all are well and happy.