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Post by The Darkness on Oct 28, 2012 21:50:58 GMT -5
"I do not frighten over men like that." She scoffs. "I am just glad he did not dirty my dress."
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Oct 28, 2012 22:50:55 GMT -5
"I would expect nothing less from a true dragon." he said, smile returning to his face with the disruption handled for the moment. "It is good that your dress was not sullied, though even dirt would look radiant on you."
At the knight's introduction, he laughed lightly at the newcomers mistaken identification.
"I am afraid you have mixed up your red and black dragons, Ser Aron. I am merely a cousin, Trajan Blackfyre, though I will take being mistaken as the royal heir as a compliment."
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 28, 2012 23:02:00 GMT -5
She giggles and offers her hand to the knight. "Welcome Ser..glad for you to join us."
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Post by kalashnikov on Oct 28, 2012 23:09:30 GMT -5
"Oh, forgive me my Lord." He says, his face going red from embarrassment.
"And you your grace, I hope I haven't mixed up your name." He takes her hand and kisses it gently, his face growing redder.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 28, 2012 23:36:13 GMT -5
"You have not, my sister is out of Kings Landing." She winks. "You got lucky."
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Post by kalashnikov on Oct 29, 2012 0:05:36 GMT -5
"Ah, then it seems the Mother has granted me some mercy. I had not known that Princess Aelinor was not in Kings Landing."
Ser Oakheart looked at his feet and then back to to the Princess.
"Mayhaps my luck will continue and you will grant me a dance later on." he says hopefully.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Oct 29, 2012 0:05:40 GMT -5
"There is nothing to forgive, Ser." Trajan replied, not bothering to correct the Reach knight that he was not yet a lord either. It would not do to embarrass the man further. "Though if your lord draws steel in a peace summit again, I am not sure your luck will hold out."
Though annoyed, he kept his violet eyes free of only the barest hints as the Reachman showered his cousin with affections and invited her to dance. It was best for oaks to distance themselves from dragons, lest they get burned.
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Post by Prince Edric Martell on Oct 29, 2012 0:25:10 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..." Edric sees Lord Baelish talking to him. "Lord Baelish, good evening. How are you doing?" |
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Post by kalashnikov on Oct 29, 2012 0:53:20 GMT -5
"It is my understanding that he was not the first. And under the circumstances I think justified. The High Septon had just been killed by some magic, whoever cast such a spell most likely was still around. As it is my duty to protect my liege lord, it is Lord Tarly's duty to protect his." Ser Oakheart spoke to the Blackfyre.
He turned towards Valena. "However do not misunderstand me, I do sincerely hope that we can reach a peaceful resolution to this long war."
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Oct 29, 2012 1:04:02 GMT -5
"I suppose we will see what His Grace has to say about the justification when the summit recommences." Trajan states. "In the meantime though, we'd best enjoy ourselves."
He takes Velena's hand.
"You must catch me up on all I have missed at the capital these long five years, cousin." he says with honeyed words.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 29, 2012 9:47:29 GMT -5
" I've been faring well, thank you for asking me, my prince of Dorne" He smiled, Pod very curious about the prince. " It's an honor to have the chance of talking to you... I've always been interested in the tales about you... Abilities..." He produced a small book from his pocket. "Would you mind if I asked you some questions?"
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Post by Prince Edric Martell on Oct 29, 2012 9:59:55 GMT -5
"Wow...Okay, thanks..." As Podrick took a book from his pocket Edric looked at him with a puzzled face. Well...that escalated quickly.
"Sure thing, it will give me something to do. Ask away..."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 29, 2012 10:06:19 GMT -5
Pod sat in a chair nearby... "You may be finding this a bit weird don't you? Heh... I've been wanting or a long time to right a personal book about the great men of our time..." He smiled. "So with which age have you discovered of what you were capable?"
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Leman Harlaw
Landed Knight
"Our enemies the harvest"
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Post by Leman Harlaw on Oct 29, 2012 10:20:57 GMT -5
It had been years since he had seen the Red Keep. And never the inside. He had been surprised to receive a invitation, but Harlaw was a noble name. Even if he wasn't much of one anymore. Dressed in simple leather over a chain vest, he sat below the salt to better enjoy himself. The white scythe shone from his black cloak.
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Post by Prince Edric Martell on Oct 29, 2012 10:23:20 GMT -5
"Umm...What do you mean with 'capable'? I'm capable of many things." He grinned.
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