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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 13, 2015 17:58:03 GMT -5
"Do you want to come in?" Robyn asked finally, going to the window, to look round to see if she could hear the noises of the other feet, she opened the window.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 13, 2015 17:59:55 GMT -5
Ellaria looks at her, eyes red-rimmed. "We'll help you as best we can, if you need us." Another woman, short and darker skinned, and an auburn haired girl are there too. "But there's only three of us left."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 13, 2015 18:02:48 GMT -5
Robyn wanted to tell them that they had helped enough, but held it back, "And who are the three of you? You wanted to come in before... you can come in now. If you want to help me, I need advice."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 13, 2015 18:03:57 GMT -5
"Lady Isabel Uller, once and future ruler of Hellholt, and this is Ella of the Riverlands," Ellaria said. "Advice? About what?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 13, 2015 18:04:48 GMT -5
"come in, and I will tell you" Robyn said.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 13, 2015 18:06:32 GMT -5
The women step in cautiously. Robyn sees they all have wounds on them. Cuts and bruises that even now haven't fully faded. Isabel looks about. Ellaria sits on the floor. 'What do you need?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 13, 2015 18:11:51 GMT -5
"you spoke with Vhagus Blackfyre's emissary at my brother's wedding. What did he say to you?" Robyn asked, offering for Ellaria and the others to sit on the bed. She was angry, at them, at everything at the moment, but she would not make wounded women sit on the floor.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 13, 2015 18:14:24 GMT -5
Isabel was thankful for the seat and sat, but the other woman remained standing. Robyn would recognize her as the girl who came second in the archery.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 13, 2015 18:16:20 GMT -5
"I thought your name was Jenny" she asked, with a hard glare.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 13, 2015 18:20:27 GMT -5
Ella said nothing, having gone through too much of a nightmare recently to feel like justifying a lie about her name.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 13, 2015 19:50:08 GMT -5
Ellaria leaned back. "He offered to kill my father if I married him, or...slept with him," she said. "He didn't much care which."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 13, 2015 19:57:59 GMT -5
"Why would he want either?" She asked then seemed to catch herself ,"no offence,"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 13, 2015 20:05:08 GMT -5
"None taken. He seems to think my 'sorcerer's blood' makes me an ideal mate," she said. "I turned the offer down."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 13, 2015 20:06:21 GMT -5
"Regret that?" She asked, "what do you know about him?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 13, 2015 20:35:09 GMT -5
"He is powerful enough to kill my father, and corrupt enough to ask to bed me to do it." She shakes her head. "I don't like what I hear."
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