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Post by The Darkness on Oct 27, 2012 23:34:17 GMT -5
In attempt to cool off the events, the Princess is hosting a dinner for anyone who wishes to join, and then a Ball will be held in the Ballroom. Noble guest are allowed to bring one date. The Princess remains single at the time of the dance.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Oct 28, 2012 3:05:35 GMT -5
Trajan attends the dinner in accordance with his father's wishes. He wears a deep red doublet and breeches, the coiling heads of black dragons sewn throughout with striking affect.
He looked at his cousin curiously, interested in what sort of woman the 11 year old girl he had last seen 5 years ago had grown up to become.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 28, 2012 4:13:02 GMT -5
She is talking with guests, already surrounded by men who kiss her hand and fawn over her like a hunter and a doe.
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Post by Prince Edric Martell on Oct 28, 2012 5:20:35 GMT -5
Edric enters the hall wearing a bright-red doublet with the Martell sigil sewed on its chest, orange breeches, a pair of dark-brown boots and a long red velvet robe with a beautiful design of the Sun and Spear on its back.
He saw the princess surrounded by men, went to her and said "Princess, thank you for having us here," He took her hand and gave it a kiss. "You look very beautiful today."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 28, 2012 11:58:55 GMT -5
Lord Podrick arrived at the fest clad in his finest green linen tunic, the titan with the mockingbirds sewed on his chest. As he comnpliments Princess Valena he sees Prince Edric Martell standing near them, he always wanted to talk with a dornish prince, he was fascinated by the stories he'd read about the arid lands, tough he hated so much the heat he was never interested on visiting Sunspear... "Prince Edric... I'm Lord Podrick Baelish of the Fingers, at your service..."
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 28, 2012 13:52:41 GMT -5
The Princess smiles and giggles but blinks, she is not one who likes to be pushed aside and takes it as an insult and storms to the other side of the room.
At anything she is the jewel of the Targaryen line, long flowing white hair and deep purple eyes. Her pale skin seems to shine like crystal in the lighting. He somewhat angry face makes her look cute.
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 28, 2012 14:12:37 GMT -5
Uninvited as always, Jory made his way through towards the Red Keep and wasted no time seating himself at one of the tables, "Wine, please, I feel the need to drown myself in it for once," he calls out to one of the servants.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 28, 2012 14:14:54 GMT -5
Upset Velena makes her way over to where Jory sits and orders a glass of wine. Yes that's right, Jory is sitting right across from the Dragon Princess.
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 28, 2012 14:17:57 GMT -5
"Pleasure to meet you, fair maid. Might I ask for your name?" Great, seems I'm going to wind up dragon food. Jory chuckles to himself at the thought of it.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 28, 2012 14:37:05 GMT -5
She gives him a dirty dirty look. "You do not know who I am?"
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 28, 2012 14:39:28 GMT -5
"My dear lady, if I've given offense then I am quite sorry. I am not from here and don't know who anyone is." Jory smiled and spun out of his seat and made a large sweeping bow, "I am Jory Farice."
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 28, 2012 14:41:22 GMT -5
"I am sure everyone have heard of the Royals, do not play dumb with me." She turns feeling somewhat insulted.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Oct 28, 2012 14:46:22 GMT -5
Trajan made his way over to the princess and the foreigner she was speaking with.
"You cannot blame the foreigner for his ignorance princess, though perhaps I should blame you for not greeting your long absent favorite cousin." he said jovially in greeting, a charming smile on his face. His violet eyes quickly swept over her form, impressed with the woman the little girl had grown up to become. "Don't tell me you have forgotten me in these long years."
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 28, 2012 14:47:54 GMT -5
A spoiled brat of a princess, sounds familiar. Jory chuckled a bit more and returned to his seat. "Unfortunately, the amount of time I've been here has been too short to learn anything about anyone. My lord felt the need to drag me here without telling me and the ride here was even more quiet." Jory took his empty cup from the table and turned it in his hand, inspecting it.
"And I've been spending most of my time in that dragon tavern, though maybe not as much now given how last I was there no one came to feed me and the messy business a couple days ago." Not that I've been given much choice given that my lord would flay me for spending time in his manse... And with his sister. I swear, I only want to make friends.
Jory turns his attention to the other man and begins inspecting his eyes that match the princess's. "And you, ser, have just prevented my charm from working." Jory burst into laughter and put his cup down.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 28, 2012 14:56:17 GMT -5
She looks to Jory. "Perhaps you need to stop looking in the ale mug and more at the people in front of you. If you really wish to make yourself known then do it." She calls over a steward. "Please allow this man to partake in the Tournament events, complements of me personally." She smiles and looks back to him. "This is your time to prove your worth." The steward leaves.
She turns to Trajan and gives him a hug. "Cousin! Glad you could make it!"
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