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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 15:36:17 GMT -5
Aaron shrugs. "If you wouldn't want it, I won't bother asking."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 12, 2015 15:37:19 GMT -5
"Why does it matter to you, is the peace of the realm not above such things?" she asked raising a cup to the idea.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 15:41:01 GMT -5
"My brother married for an alliance. We're still killing my former in laws," Aaron said. "If you don't wish to marry me or live in my kingdom, then you'd make a poor queen." He shrugs. "I respect your...unique take on life."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 12, 2015 15:45:33 GMT -5
"I have no problem with you or your Kingdom, it's a fine land, full of fine people, I saw them when we returned to King's Landing, trying to rebuild, it was inspiring, and you yourself, an able man, A king. A man any woman dreams of marrying... even with the beard." she grinned, respecting her take on life, did not really go hand in hand with being that persons wife, "It would depend on the arrangement of our potential marriage as to whether I could live in it,"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 15:47:14 GMT -5
"The beard is negotiable," he allows. "I had heard rumor that you could choose your own husband."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 12, 2015 15:51:36 GMT -5
"Had you?" she laughed and shook her head, "Why is it I am always the last to know these things?"
She kept smiling but stopped laughing, "Either my father neglected to tell me that, or the rumour is false. Perhaps it is a perk for services to the crown." She shrugged, "who did you hear that from?"
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Skyreach
May 12, 2015 16:12:53 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 16:12:53 GMT -5
"If it is a falsehood I shall owe a messenger a beating," he said. "My apologies."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 12, 2015 16:16:17 GMT -5
"Save the messenger. Did he come from my father?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
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May 12, 2015 17:23:08 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 17:23:08 GMT -5
"No," he said. "But the message appealed to my wishful thinking."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 12, 2015 17:26:00 GMT -5
Robyn laughed again, and leant forward slightly, "Who on earth could have sent it then?" she asked, resting her head on the back of her hand.
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May 12, 2015 17:55:56 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 17:55:56 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it," he frowned. "Now I feel a proper fool."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 12, 2015 18:03:04 GMT -5
"No please done," she smiled and put a hand on his arm, "I was not laughing at you, just between you and I, I do not think my parents would trust me to choose my own husband... If it is true, I shall owe yiu a great apology"
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May 12, 2015 18:10:47 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 18:10:47 GMT -5
Aaron shrugs. "It is a common rumor, but one I heard from a friend of mine," he said. "I didn't believe it but thought perhaps you would entertain the notion of marriage." He bows his head. "I am sorry."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 12, 2015 18:12:06 GMT -5
"Don't be," she said then sat back, "what would you expect of me? As your wife?"
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May 12, 2015 18:19:22 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 18:19:22 GMT -5
He purses his lips and drinks deep from his whiskey. "Live until you give the kingdom a son," he said. "Rule when we are separated. Be my closest and most trusted adviser." He looks her up and down. "Be a lover and companion."
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