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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 6, 2012 12:49:37 GMT -5
Baelor could hear a disgruntled groan and something shatter on the other side of the door. After a few moments it opened, revealing a clearly pained Tybalt, the hangover from the night before having finally come to bear.
"Not so loud Stark." he said without his usual pep, rubbing the side of his head.
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Post by Flex on Aug 6, 2012 13:39:03 GMT -5
Baelor gave a laugh when he saw Tybalt appear at the door.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, grinning. "Is your sister here?"
OOC: Lol, Barlow.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 6, 2012 13:45:05 GMT -5
"Continued the festivities at the Notes last night." he answered, continuing to massage his temples. "If she was in I would not be the one answering the door."
OOC: haha damn autocorrect. Not sure where it got Barlow from...
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Post by Flex on Aug 6, 2012 13:54:21 GMT -5
"Do you know where she is?" Baelor asked, already halfway turned around to head back down the hallway.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2012 14:25:13 GMT -5
"I'm here," Tyana said. Elbowing Tybalt out of the way, not her usual delicate self. She was dressed very plainly, for her at least.
"What is it, baelor?"
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Post by Flex on Aug 6, 2012 14:28:01 GMT -5
"We have to talk!" Baelor said, twisting around again. "Probably in private," He added, looking at Tybalt. "Want to go for a walk, Tyana?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2012 14:36:37 GMT -5
Tyana looked at Baelor for a second, she wanted to curl up and die, not go out and walk.
She cursed under her breath and then went back into her room and shut the door.
"One second," came the muffled command through the door.
After a few minutes, Tyana reappeared, this time in a lovely green dress, with silver embroidery. "Come on then"
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Post by Flex on Aug 6, 2012 14:44:03 GMT -5
Baelor lead the way down the corridor, waiting until they rounded it before speaking. "I spoke to Maester Lyman; they want us to marry."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2012 14:46:48 GMT -5
Tyana stopped where she was when she heard that.
"pardon?" she asked, wanting to make sure she heard him correctly.
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Post by Flex on Aug 6, 2012 14:50:45 GMT -5
"They want us to marry," Baelor repeated. "You and me; my father is coming to oversee the betrothal."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2012 15:12:56 GMT -5
"Lymon told me..." She started but then stopped, not wanting to say too much, she and Baelor had clearly received contrasting information, "What are we going to do. I don't want to marry you and you certainly can't consider yourself good enough to marry me."
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Post by Flex on Aug 6, 2012 15:14:18 GMT -5
"That is exactly the reason I don't want to marry you," Baelor agreed. "You're so full of yourself! So think about a way out of this!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2012 15:19:37 GMT -5
"I am not full of myself, I am legitimately better than you are." she said, "If you were a stallion next to a mule, you'd not spare it's feelings and say you are a mule too." Tyana went on, glaring at him, "You should be honoured to have me as your wife. I on the other hand, have higher ambitions that the freezing to death in some tiny castle." her annoyance was very clear but she took a deep breath.
"We need to find a way to show that us marrying is a bad idea without them thinking I myself am unmarriable. Have you considered getting castrated?"
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Post by Flex on Aug 6, 2012 15:21:18 GMT -5
"I think I might go and tell Maester Lymon that this is a good idea," Baelor replied with a grin. "That way you'll be miserable your entire life." He turned and began to walk in the direction of the Maester's chambers.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2012 15:23:29 GMT -5
Tyana didn't move from where she was standing knowing he was bluffing, "Let us put it this way, if I marry you, there will only be one person more miserable than I am... and I think we both know who that would be, so cut the bravado and let's sort this out. Your tiny mind might be of some help to my thinking, the gods are funny that way,"
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