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Post by The Darkness on Oct 30, 2012 23:34:28 GMT -5
The Princess being ignored looked tired walks up and sits on the Iron Throne. She gives a huff and watches the guests.
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Post by kalashnikov on Oct 31, 2012 0:20:30 GMT -5
Aran sat at a table and sampled some honeyed ham. He spotted the princess as she took her seat on the Iron Throne. That's right, she's royalty. Too high in status for the third son of the Lord of Old Oak. Mayhaps Jonnet will have a chance, he's the heir to Highgarden, someday Lord Paramount of the South even. Still, he could look, there was no harm in that.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 31, 2012 0:51:16 GMT -5
The princess begins to smiles. The Mistrals begin to play, its time to dance.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 31, 2012 3:40:58 GMT -5
This was not the answer Pod wanted but it would serve. He was getting tired of the company of those brats, so no more questions. "Thank you, Mr. Blackfyre, I'd ask you more thinks but I know I'm spoiling your night.... Could you please sign here?" Pod signed his name and passed to Trajan.
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 31, 2012 20:33:11 GMT -5
Jory leans back in his chair a bit and begins to whistle a random tune out of his head, "That could make for a good song. I'll make the words later, I suppose." He begins to repeat the tune on his harp, slowly. "Does anyone have some paper and a quill?"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 1, 2012 6:46:25 GMT -5
Leo stepped away from Aran. A good boy. He approached Princess Velena. "May I have this dance?"
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Nov 1, 2012 13:13:57 GMT -5
This was not the answer Pod wanted but it would serve. He was getting tired of the company of those brats, so no more questions. "Thank you, Mr. Blackfyre, I'd ask you more thinks but I know I'm spoiling your night.... Could you please sign here?" Pod signed his name and passed to Trajan. Trajan hastily scrawled his name, relieved Baelish had been wise enough not to pry into the darker rumors surrounding him. He was annoyed to find Valena had wandered away during his interview and was being approached by a Tyrell. The mongrel houses clearly needed to learn their place. |
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Post by Lord Gerrard Grafton on Nov 1, 2012 13:55:19 GMT -5
Gerrard put a hand on Podrick's shoulder with a sigh saying "Finally..."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Nov 1, 2012 13:57:13 GMT -5
Pod turned to see Lord Gerrard at his back... "Lord Gerrard,finally indeed..." He gave a big bright Baelish smile. "I belive we have some business to deal with...."
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Post by Lord Gerrard Grafton on Nov 1, 2012 13:59:54 GMT -5
"We sure do Lord Baelish but don't you think someplace else would be more adequate..."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Nov 1, 2012 14:05:09 GMT -5
"Of course... Would you mind to follow me? I'm sure my uncle won't mind if we use his room..."
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Post by Lord Gerrard Grafton on Nov 1, 2012 14:11:00 GMT -5
"At your heels".Said Gerrard.
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Post by Jory Farice on Nov 1, 2012 14:53:24 GMT -5
Jory gets up and begins to walk out the exit. "Farewell, sers and ladies, I have other places to be." He makes a now and departs down the steps of the Red Keep.
Remember my name, it's Abel.
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Leman Harlaw
Landed Knight
"Our enemies the harvest"
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Post by Leman Harlaw on Nov 1, 2012 15:08:28 GMT -5
Baelish had left. Leman emptied the tankard, getting up with a grimace. The high lords and ladies were dancing now, and he had no interest in joining their distinguished company. He would set sail. Leman left the feast, hoping that his men weren't too spread out.
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Post by The Darkness on Nov 1, 2012 17:13:50 GMT -5
"If you wish My Lord, I do hope your wife does not become jealous." She said taking his hand.
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