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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Nov 8, 2012 0:05:05 GMT -5
Vickon stood up laughing. "Not everything is about you princess." He moved forward and grabbed her. Wrapping his arms around her he quickly kissed her again. "You don't do this often do you?" He asked, kissing the side of her neck.
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Post by gotgirl on Nov 8, 2012 15:27:11 GMT -5
She looked at him after Vickon kissed her,"I do as a matter of fact... Just not with you.... And if this is how you make friends the Ironborn way, it's not going to work well with the Targaryen way."
Aelinor looked at him confused, how could he do that after she was kind to him. She loved Aelix and she was not about to cheat on him with this man or any other.
Aelinor then walked away from him and sat down,"Maybe you should try a new way, like getting to know who I am, besides as the princess, but as a person."
"I was going to offer you a place at Kings Landing when you're ready." She stared at the flames again,"I have may a need for you, if you are interested that is....."
"I am still willing to trust you, but this can not happen again.."
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Post by The Darkness on Nov 8, 2012 18:53:48 GMT -5
There does happen to be like a Kingsguard outside the door, should both of you forget that
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Post by gotgirl on Nov 8, 2012 19:15:33 GMT -5
((Really? I didn't think they had brought.any with them being royals and all..))
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Nov 8, 2012 21:05:45 GMT -5
Vickon staggered over, leaning against the wall. What had he been thinking? He just felt embarrassed now. "Piss on that." It was strange. Vickon usually forced himself onto women whenever he pleased when he was home. Their distress usually did nothing but arouse him further. But Aelinor's discomfort made him feel sick on the inside. Or was that just because he was drunk? Oh. It might be that actually.
Vickon retched.
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Post by gotgirl on Nov 8, 2012 21:08:56 GMT -5
Aelinor watched him as he emptied his stomach all over the floor. She shook her head at him,"You climbed up here drunk?" The princess sighed, covering her nose at the stink. Grabbing a bucket of water, she hands it to him. "Your mess, you clean it up..."
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Nov 8, 2012 21:22:45 GMT -5
"Sorry... I..." He shook his head. "No." Vickon grabbed the rope he had climbed up with and tied one end of it to a bedpost. He started towards the window. As he reached it though, he turned and looked back, seeing the pained expression on Aelinor's face, a dagger carving into his chest. He sighed. "Fine!" He grabbed the bucket and began to clean up his mess. "But you had best entertain me somehow while I do it. I take it you don't do any of those whore dances, do you?"
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Post by gotgirl on Nov 8, 2012 21:26:08 GMT -5
She watched as he refused her request to clean up his own mess as he looked as if he was going to leave. The princess was more flustered and frustrated than anything else, then he came back.
"Whore dances?!" Aelinor looked at him surprised again,"No, I am sorry Vickon, I do not..." She sat grabbing her book quickly,"I can read to you, if you like? Other than that", she shrugged,"that is it."
"You are a true Ironborn, Vickon... Bastard or not.."
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Nov 8, 2012 21:32:07 GMT -5
"I'll take that as a compliment. Do you know any stories about us Ironborn? They are far more fun than your dirtlord stories." He continued scrubbing.
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Post by gotgirl on Nov 8, 2012 21:42:50 GMT -5
His wit was funny, he had turned her comment into a compliment. "You are welcome, and yes I doknow stories about the Ironborn, but they are from the past." She closed her book and smiled,"And all the stories I read are not just about dirtlords."
"I have read about Theon Greyjoy, the turncoat. How he served as a Ward right here in Winterfell most of his life. Then on his return to the Iron Islands, where he thought his father would lend the Starks aid, he was rededicated to his God again and took this place with 20 men while his supposed best and childhood friend, Robb Stark was fighting against Stannis and others defending the North."
"He was captured by right here in the courtyard of this place, giving to another bastard, a Bolton, I believe. He was tortured and abused, so badly that he did not even remember his own name." She looked at Vickon as he scrubbed,"He made his choices and his end was terrible."
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Nov 8, 2012 21:51:38 GMT -5
"Aye, but in the end he became Ironborn once again, no matter what the dirtlords call him. And that is more important than failure." Vickon shuddered. "His tale is also a cautionary one and the reason I don't like being so far from the sea." He stood, the floor now clean of his mess, or clean enough for Vickon not to care anymore.
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Post by gotgirl on Nov 8, 2012 21:55:07 GMT -5
"Yes he did return to his God..."She nodded, looking at the floor. "But he could not help that he was given to the Starks, that was his father's choice. This environment nurtured him most of his life."
Aelinor then nodded again,"So this means you will be taking my invitation then? We do have a Master of Ships, but again it is your choice..."
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Nov 8, 2012 22:10:38 GMT -5
"No. I can't." He laid the bucket down and stood before the princess. "I am Ironborn, not some serving dog. I will take what is mine, I shall not have it given to me freely. If I am to become your master of ships, it will be because I offered the last one to the drowned god. And even then the Master of Ships wouldn't be enough for me. I would take your dragons, take the throne and you would be my wife. Only through strength, may peace then reign."
He stepped forward and embraced her, whispering in her ear, "I'm sorry." Letting her go was difficult, but he did it, turning and walking towards the window.
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Post by gotgirl on Nov 8, 2012 22:23:34 GMT -5
Hearing his refusal and then he hugged her, Aelinor returned his hug. The kings and lords of old were rolling in their graves from this act between an Ironborn and a Targaryen. She understood what he was saying to her, it was his way to be and do as an Ironborn, even if he was a bastard, she did not fault him..
She nodded,"I do understand, Vickon, but where will you go? What are you looking to find?" As he stood at the window, she smiled,"Do not be a stranger, even if one day I am Queen, I will still know you as friend."
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Nov 8, 2012 22:44:03 GMT -5
He listened to her words in silence. Climbing up to the windowsill, Vickon tossed the rope down and watched it tumble down to the ground. He turned around and pulled the rope taut. Looking up at the princess Vickon simply replied, "I know." He edged himself out slowly, and began his descent.
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