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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 22, 2012 13:33:19 GMT -5
"To get out of my sight, perhaps, Joanna," he said pleasantly. "There is nothing I require of you." He had many more choice words, concerning the fact that the only way she could be useful was if she laid down and opened her legs, but he just smiled at her, keeping up appearances.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 22, 2012 13:35:37 GMT -5
He curtsies with an sour expression. "Of course my lord." She makes for the door.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 22, 2012 14:01:43 GMT -5
He finally took his feet of the desk and put the book down. "Now, now, Joanna, don't be like that. Don't you want to marry a rich and handsome Lord, like the rest of your sisters?" It was clear he was mocking her, though perhaps not to her ears.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 22, 2012 14:03:14 GMT -5
She stops and turns. She nods slowly. "I do, I want to be use to you dear brother..." She said softly.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 22, 2012 14:05:42 GMT -5
He smiled. She was so shy and compliant. He could have had her a dozen times if he had wanted. "You will be, don't worry about that, dear. Now go help the servants pack your things. You wouldn't want them to leave behind your best gowns, would you?"
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 22, 2012 14:12:56 GMT -5
"Of course not dear brother." She says silently then runs off out the door.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 22, 2012 14:27:02 GMT -5
Tybolt chuckled to himself. Silly girl, she was. He took the trashy novel and held it over a candle flame. It caught fire quickly, burning and curling as paper does. He held it, watching the flames climb toward his fingers as the book was consumed. At the very last moment, just as his fingers began to feel warm, he tossed it into the fireplace, where he watched it crinkle and die. A worthy fate. The book was awful.
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