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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Nov 1, 2012 18:36:00 GMT -5
Jory Lorch enters the feast, having just been replaced at his post. It is one of the few times he is not wearing his armor. He is dressed in fine noble garb, suited to house Tully. He gets himself a glass of water.
Todric, deep in his cups, sees Jory and makes his way over. "Lorch! DId you bring Bethany Ryger? The Princess has a long line of 'suitors' to dance with, and I need a dancing partner."
Jory shrugs, "If she comes, she comes. I did invite her though." Jory has trouble saying the last part. "For you of course, My Lord."
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Post by The Darkness on Nov 1, 2012 18:55:15 GMT -5
Bethany is in fact talking in the corner to her friends most likely, she attempts to be unseen and quiet.
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Nov 1, 2012 19:00:28 GMT -5
Jory looks around to see if she came already and spots some Ladies of the Riverlands, and then he sees her. He then reluctantly tells his Lord.
Todric spins around in glee and walks to her. "Lady Bethany, would you care to dance?"
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Post by The Darkness on Nov 1, 2012 19:24:21 GMT -5
"Oh....yes my lord, I would like that very much." She says with a shy smile taking her hand.
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Nov 1, 2012 19:31:25 GMT -5
As Todric leads her out to the dance floor he smiles and asks, "How do you like Kingslanding? I am pleased you came."
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Post by The Darkness on Nov 2, 2012 0:28:41 GMT -5
"Oh yes, I always wanted to see a princess." She admits.
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Nov 2, 2012 2:41:43 GMT -5
Renly Baratheon enters the room dressed in his best finery, an ornate gold doublet richly embroidered with a black stag. He surveys the room before him with some disdain.
Oh father he thought, what have you got me into here?
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 2, 2012 8:27:48 GMT -5
"If you wish My Lord, I do hope your wife does not become jealous." She said taking his hand. Leo chuckled. "She will not care if I dance with a beautiful princess." He led her over to the where others were dancing. "That is my son, Jonnet, heir to my garden." he smiled and pointed him out to the princess. "He is a good son and a smart lad." They started dancing. |
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Post by The Darkness on Nov 2, 2012 13:15:53 GMT -5
"Is he now? Interesting." She says. Looking his over judging him with her eyes.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 3, 2012 12:51:55 GMT -5
"I have debated who to marry him to. It has been hard. So many ladies desire him." he flashed her a mischievious grin. "but no one is more suited than a princess."
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Post by The Darkness on Nov 3, 2012 13:39:21 GMT -5
"I see, and you wish me to marry him without even meeting him, that is very not like a princess to host a suitor."
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Nov 3, 2012 17:22:24 GMT -5
Renly Baratheon shouldered his way through the milling crowd, looking for something to eat and drink. Having found the wine table he seized a cup from a servant, picked up a pitcher and poured himself a cup. Having made it his business to know who each of the lords were, he noted Lord Tyrell out on the dance floor as well as Lord Tully, both of whom were considerably older than he.
He stood near the wine table, his eyes and ears pricked for anything interesting that might eventuate.
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