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Post by The Darkness on Oct 25, 2012 23:57:04 GMT -5
Right after the wedding the lords family are sited at the head table as tables around are full will the guests as food gets passed around people are starving and the warm fire warming their hearts.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 26, 2012 0:24:11 GMT -5
Lorraine sat at the high table, beaming down at all the guests. She sat close to Lord Stark, eating choice tidbits of the great roast and washing them down with watered wine. She was set on enjoying the Arbor Gold sent by her elder brother. It was plain the guests were.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 26, 2012 0:28:38 GMT -5
He stands and makes his way over to the Ironborn table. "Lord Greyjoy, there must be some misunderstanding, I did not mean for such insult to take place, please do move yourselfs to the table under ours, it is only fair to treat the Lord of Iron Islands." He says.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 26, 2012 0:51:32 GMT -5
"Of course," His icy look returns and goes back to his wife sitting back down he smiles to her. "How do you feel?" He asked her.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 26, 2012 1:03:00 GMT -5
"I feel like Lady Stark," she said with a grin. "It feels incredible." She leaned in to kiss him, not stopping at a modest peck as she had before.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 26, 2012 1:06:23 GMT -5
he laughs and kisses her back. "And so it shall be, my lady" He slips a hand down to touch her stomach.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 26, 2012 1:25:34 GMT -5
She smiled, laying her hand delicately atop his. "And so it shall," she echoed, grinning impishly at him. "I can't wait to be properly bedded by my Lord. Even though its a bit late for that," she whispered. "Only a little more feasting, first."
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 26, 2012 1:32:46 GMT -5
He laughs. "Love, you need to wait a little longer my love." He grips her hand. "We will have plenty of time, I swear to you, you are my wife, I am sure we will have plenty of time tonight, and perhaps tomorrow." He whispered back slyly.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 26, 2012 1:58:11 GMT -5
"I know, I know..." She scanned the room, looking over all the frolicking guests. "These are my people now, as well as yours...I am of the north." She looked up at Wilhelm again. "I love you so, my lord."
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 26, 2012 2:17:40 GMT -5
"I love you too, my lady." He kisses her then puts his forehead to hers. "Do try to enjoy the feast and keep your mind off after." He smiles.
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Oct 26, 2012 3:02:11 GMT -5
Vickon visibly jumped at his fathers sneeze before laughing wholeheartedly. He knew his father was allergic to roses and the fact that the Stark feasting hall was full of them was most amusing. It was the first time he had truly laughed in weeks, the mainland was such a dull place. He reached for another leg of lamb and selectively chose the one with the most dark gravy on it. Although the lamb was delicious, he found himself missing the seafood he regularly enjoyed back at home, of which there was scarcely any of.
The things I would do for white-fleshed crab right about now.
As he took a large bite from the leg of lamb he began gazing up towards the head table. On one side were the newly-wed Starks both of whom were publicly displaying their affection for one another with little thought of anyone else. He noticed that the Lord Stark had his hands placed delicately upon the new Lady Stark's stomach.
Odd. I can think of several other places I would rather place my hands on that woman, Vickon joked to himself.
Moving on from the Starks, Vickon's gaze drifted further, upon the royal Targaryen party and his jaw dropped. It was the first time Vickon had truly gotten a good look at the Targaryen princess and he was electrified. She was the most beautiful woman Vickon had ever seen, her eyes alone left him stunned.
He must have looked a damn fool sitting there staring, with his mouth hanging wide open.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 26, 2012 4:29:16 GMT -5
"I'm enjoying it very well, but I can't take my mind off after." She winked at him, filling her glass again with the diluted wine. She sloshed a bit when Greyjoy's sneeze ricocheted off the stone walls of the great hall. "Gracious. I hope he's alright."
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 26, 2012 6:53:08 GMT -5
When the eating is done the tables are pushed back, and dancing begins, some personal one on one, other group and festive. Its probably safe to assume not only the bride and groom are getting some tonight.
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Post by gotgirl on Oct 26, 2012 7:46:18 GMT -5
Aelinor watched as the people of the North danced and displayed joy for Lord and now Lady Stark. She smiled thinking if her wedding would feel like this one, filled with this.... Happiness.
She smiled at Aelix, her hand in his but she felt eyes upon her, even in this full room of people.
Aelinor looked around the vast room until she stopped at a young man dressed with the sigil of the kraken on his garments, his mouth slightly open and his eyes fixed upon her.
She chuckled to herself, blushing slightly. She never witnessed the sight of other men on her except those at Kings Landing, who were familiar to her.
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Oct 26, 2012 9:03:19 GMT -5
Wyman, after eating his fill but not too much, decided to get up and dance. He began to dance with a Hornwood girl. Melissa or something like that. He had a little too much wine to remember all his lordly courtesy. After his dance he rose his glass and boomed.
"TO THE LORD OF WINTERFELL AND THE NEW LADY"
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