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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 28, 2012 15:02:52 GMT -5
"Damn, already being thrown into tournaments and forced to fight." Jory laughed at that too, he found humor in most things. "Wine, someone, please, I feel like this is going to be a long night."
Fighting on behalf of princesses and I have only been in Westeros for a short while. Two months I think? I hope there is a good prize for winning.
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Oct 28, 2012 16:34:15 GMT -5
Todric enters the feast. He was happy the princess decided to host the event after what a mess the peace summit was.
He, of course, immediately goes over to get some wine. He nods to Blackfyre and smiles to the Princess.
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 28, 2012 16:36:20 GMT -5
"Don't bother, my lord, there is no wine being served. I've been sitting here for nigh an hour and have had only an empty cup. And the food hasn't been served yet either." Jory shook his head in disappointment.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Oct 28, 2012 19:37:50 GMT -5
Trajan returns the hug, wrapping his long sinewy limbs around his cousin in an intimate embrace.
"As am I. Asshai was agreeable enough, but it lacked the charms of family." he said with a broad smile when he had pulled away. "Speaking of, where are your siblings? Not that I mind catching up with you without them."
He briefly remembered the games of their youth; Aelix and Trajan playing the roles of Aegon the Conqueror, the Dragonknight, Daemon Blackfyre, or the other countless heroes of their bloodline while the girls played damsels in distress. Such a time seemed an eternity ago, now overcast with blood and shadow.
He looked at the foreigner strangely, not sure how to respond. He was a brave man to insult their host's hospitality in their presence. Trajan wondered where he hailed from. He favored Tully with a curt nod, though his attention was fixed on his cousin.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 28, 2012 19:48:59 GMT -5
"They are up north, trying to talk with the Starks. So its just me!" She grins.
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 28, 2012 19:49:04 GMT -5
Jory leaned his arms onto the table on rested his head on them, he was eager for food. If a bloody Red Wedding, like in the books I read, occurs again, I will be pissed beyond measure. We haven't been guaranteed protection yet with no bread or salt served us. He lifted his head up and turned to the silver-haired man, "And who are you, good Ser Cousin of the Girl Who Has Yet to Give Me Her Name? It's a mouthful and I would hope that your name is a bit shorter."
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Oct 28, 2012 20:05:09 GMT -5
"Their loss then." he replied. "I had hoped to verify which of the Targaryen sisters had grown to be the greater beauty, though I am confident I can make a premature ruling."
He turned his eyes to the foreigner.
"First, I am not a Ser." he said, his tone noticeably colder. "I am Trajan Blackfyre, Heir to Dragonstone. You also have the honor of speaking with Princess Velena Targaryen, daughter of the king and clearly the beauty of this feast. I would afford her more respect if I were you."
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 28, 2012 20:08:34 GMT -5
Jory chuckled at the man's annoyance. "Very well, Lord Blackfyre, if it please you, or you're not lord yet, actually, are you? Hmm, it seems I'll have to settle with calling you Blackfyre." Jory leaned back in his chair a bit and observed the ceiling. "I won't deny you that the Princess is a beauty, that much is for sure, but respect is earned, it doesn't just come with a title."
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 28, 2012 20:22:09 GMT -5
One very big Kingsguard puts a large hand on the mans shoulder. His white helmet shields his face but the black eye sockets look down as if wanting to crush the life out of the commoner. "You will respect the Royal Family, they are our Rulers and Divine Protectors. You show the princess much dishonor. Apologize."
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Oct 28, 2012 20:25:32 GMT -5
Blackfyre raised an eyebrow at the man's insolence.
"You are clearly foreign so I will overlook your ignorance this once, but you are in the halls of His Grace and will afford his family the respect their positions call for regardless of any personal feelings. Take my advice to heart, as it might save your head."
He looks to the imposing white knight with a look clearly questioning how such riff raff had gained entry among the most powerful lords and ladys in the realm.
"What is your name and who do you serve that allows you to venture from the lowborn tables?"
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 28, 2012 20:26:50 GMT -5
Jory smiled, "Ser, I mean no disrespect, I am only educating her. If force is used to make the people obedient, they only grow unruly. It is common knowledge that you must show a good heart and good humor. It is even more important to remember that being king or queen is a duty, not a right. The people must be shown that you are worthy of respect rather than deserve it."
Jory reached for his empty cup again. "If only I could invoke guest rights right now I would be far less afraid of dying." Jory only laughed at the situation, regardless, then he looked over to Trajan, "I extend the same words to you as well. As for who I am," Jory broke the white knight's grip and spun from his chair and made a sweeping bow, "Jory Farice, at your service. I provide jests and good company. Bring me some wine and you shall see for yourself. I work for Lord Baelish but as of now, he doesn't seem present, so I guess I've been abandoned here and without an employer."
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 28, 2012 20:38:24 GMT -5
"Lord Baelish will know of your Insolence to dare insult the Kings Daughter in front of her." The voice deep. "You forget boy, you are nobody you have no place to judge people and you shall be removed from this event." The Kingsguard lifts him from the scruff of his shirt.
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 28, 2012 20:40:02 GMT -5
Jory's laughter could be heard all throughout the hall as he was removed, he was enjoying himself, truly.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Oct 28, 2012 20:42:47 GMT -5
"Then Lord Baelish clearly needs to teach his men how to speak to their betters." Trajan replied, clearly not amused. "It is not your place to educate the royal princess, but only to wonder at your luck to be in her presence with such baseborn blood."
He watched as the man was forcibly removed, noting his face for later.
"Are you alright Velena?" he asked, returning his attention to the princess. "I hope that cretan did not frighten you."
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Post by kalashnikov on Oct 28, 2012 21:25:00 GMT -5
Ser Aran Oakheart enters into the hall wearing a surcoat lined with gold and green, to his chest is a pin with the three oak leaves of house Oakheart.
As he enters he passes what appears to be a mad man being escorted out by a member of the Kingsguard.
He surveys the room until he spots two silver-haired nobles, a young man and woman. He surmised them to be Prince Aelix and his sister Princess Velena.
Ser Oakheart had come to King's Landing hoping to see a princess. He had come more for the tourney, but seeing one of the princesses would be bonus. Lord Tarly wasn't one for dances and chasing women, the man had spent many of his years on the battlefield and women were to foreign to him. So when Lord Tarly had told Aran that he could attend the princess's feast in his stead he could hardly control his excitement.
And now here he was. He was not sure of how to approach the two but he found himself approaching them despite himself.
"Your grace, Prince Aelix, Princess Velena, I am Ser Aran Oakheart. I am hear in place of my lord, Lord Tarly. He sends his regrets that he cannot attend this evening. I am ever so honored to attend in his stead."
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