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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 15, 2012 20:40:27 GMT -5
He laughs at that lifting her into the air. "And that is what you want then? For a whole week. I am sure I can do that." He looks to her. "However I am sure its nothing we have not done before." He says with a coy smile.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 15, 2012 20:49:36 GMT -5
"I was teasing you!" she gasped as he picked her up. "Not that I would be averse to such a thing..."
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 15, 2012 20:52:34 GMT -5
"No, I know you." He chuckles sitting her on his desk. "If you were teasing me your face would be red and you would be blushing right now." He laughed and kissed her. "However I do not think we have enough food for one night, but that does not mean we still cant try." He says to her.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 15, 2012 21:17:43 GMT -5
As if on cue, she blushed prettily. "I'm sure one night will be enough, for now, at least." She kissed him back. "Who has been invited? The whole of the north? And the Riverlands as well?"
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 15, 2012 21:20:45 GMT -5
"Your family of course, and yes the North. However with the war I can not blame people for not showing up. However they will miss how beautiful the next lady Stark will look like." He says walking over to his wardrobe.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 15, 2012 21:44:38 GMT -5
She stayed seated on the desk, swinging her legs. "I'm glad to have you back again. Watching you ride away was painful... I hope peacetime will last forever now." She did not look hopeful.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 15, 2012 22:44:12 GMT -5
"All you need to worry about is me being here....I am here to wed you and that is how it will stay." He says looking to her with a smile.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 17, 2012 1:21:28 GMT -5
"Until the next war, you mean, and you have to lead the men of the north to battle again." She smiled at him, despite her dark thoughts. "With any luck, though, we will be at peace, and I can keep you all to myself until then."
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 17, 2012 1:27:50 GMT -5
He sits down taking Ice from the wall running a grindstone over it. The massive blade looks large even in Wilhelm's hands. "Now now Lady Tully, you are being selfish again." He gives her a teasing grin.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 18, 2012 1:02:54 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, I just can't help it." She slid off the desk, watching him sharpen the greatsword. He treated it tenderly, even as he ran the grindstone over the edges. A wrong move and his hand would be gone. She licked her lips. "So all the north will be coming. What will they think of your southron bride?"
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 18, 2012 1:15:13 GMT -5
"Nothing bad, you are a Tully, Lorraine, the Starks have married into your family before. And besides If they do think badly of you their opinion means nothing because I see a queen." He says looking up from the sword into her her eyes.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 18, 2012 2:07:56 GMT -5
She couldn't help but grin at him. "I hope you don't see a queen, or the Targaryens will be most displeased," she joked. "No, I understand. I only pray they will welcome me...even if I do not worship your gods." Her mind went to the religious war, only recently ended, and armies poised to begin again at any moment.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 18, 2012 12:06:48 GMT -5
"Not everything is about religion Lorraine, we of the north simply do not care about the religious wars unless they attack us first." He says looking to her. "Come here and help me would you?" He says looking up from his lap.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 18, 2012 12:15:59 GMT -5
"I'm sure it isn't but..." she sighed as she crossed the room to see what he needed. "You know me; I worry."
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 18, 2012 12:20:04 GMT -5
He has Lorraine sit on his lap and puts the hilt of the sword in her hands "I know, but I am sure one day you will not so much." He said kissing her temple, he gently takes the blades tip and begins to sharpen the tip.
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