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Post by Amelia Royce on May 18, 2015 14:49:11 GMT -5
"I will see if we can't make it a little quicker," Benjen added after noticing his wife-to-be's reaction. He then looked around to see if anyone else worth talking to was about.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 14:54:05 GMT -5
The majority of the riverlands lords and major knights are there, and even a few from other lands, seeking husbands or wives from the royals or their bannermen. Princess Naomi arrived to inquire about either Prince Hector, or perhaps a more landed man to take to husband. Amelia's wife Denys has also recently arrived.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 18, 2015 14:54:17 GMT -5
"well, at the time, Naomi was the key to the crownlands, whereas I am just another jewel adorned princess, the baby of my sisters too. All of my adventures come off the back of misfortune. We lost a battle, I get to go to Tumbleton and try and liberate the heir, we miss an alliance with Pentos, I get to ride a dragon and meet an evil sorcerer. Breaking the seige of the Eyrie, was admittedly, just to aid Lord Walter."
She smiled at him, "I am sure plenty of fun will be coming our way in due course... if it can be called fun."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 14:56:50 GMT -5
"It is close enough," he said, "to fun. My misfortune just leads to bad days, so having some turn to legitimate adventure sounds perfect to me. I have seen the Eyrie, the emre thought of scaling it..." he nods. "very impressive," he said, almost to himself. "I remember you when we were little," he said. "I always thought you were the most fun of your sisters. Meera was too perfect to get dirty and Delila always liked the...older boys," he laughed.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 18, 2015 15:08:14 GMT -5
"Well, you know Meera" robyn said with a hollow laugh. Perfect Meera.
"My mother calls me a wolf born... born wild. Boys do not like playing with little girls, so when a girl acts like a boy, I guess that would be more fun now. Seems a bit unfair that I am now expected to leave that behind and become a proper lady... after years of... wildness. Well used it, I think my parents have accepted that their dream of three perfect little ladies has been shattered. Two is not so bad."
"I did not know Delila liked the older boys... Ironic then that she has married a man younger than she is... Younger than even I am."
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 18, 2015 15:11:40 GMT -5
"Lord Denys," Benjen said, rising to approach the Braavosi. "How are you finding Eddard's Rest? I hear there is unrest at Gulltown, which makes me worry for Amelia."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 15:12:28 GMT -5
Mychel grins. "And so the gods play their games. Although I suppose for a crown she is probably willing to settle," he said. "Oh, you didn't know Delila was always dreaming of Lord Stark and Roger Flint and Titus Grafton and all their like, well, it's not my place to spread gossip," he winks. "But that was years ago." He thought on the other comment. "You're good enough at being an adventurer I doubt anyone needs you to become a proper lady. You'd be like having a living legend sharing the castle with your husband. A lucky man he'll be," he concluded.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 15:13:55 GMT -5
"Lord Denys," Benjen said, rising to approach the Braavosi. "How are you finding Eddard's Rest? I hear there is unrest at Gulltown, which makes me worry for Amelia." "No lord here," Denys said. "My lady wife has all the legal responsibilities, I believe." He shakes his hand. "Prince Benjen, then? I feel I know you, with all Amelia has told me," he said. "Congratulations on your upcoming wedding and on your great victory. Songs shall be sung for centuries, I think."
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 18, 2015 15:19:45 GMT -5
Benjen shakes the man's hand. "So long as they sing songs about all the dead; those that died in battle and those that were killed for no reason whatsoever. But I thank you." He manages a mild smile. "Princess Cassana believes Braavos might prove useful in transporting Westerosi troops to the east."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 18, 2015 15:22:22 GMT -5
Mychel grins. "And so the gods play their games. Although I suppose for a crown she is probably willing to settle," he said. "Oh, you didn't know Delila was always dreaming of Lord Stark and Roger Flint and Titus Grafton and all their like, well, it's not my place to spread gossip," he winks. "But that was years ago." He thought on the other comment. "You're good enough at being an adventurer I doubt anyone needs you to become a proper lady. You'd be like having a living legend sharing the castle with your husband. A lucky man he'll be," he concluded. "My brother told me, both Deilia and Meera thought very... highly, of Lord Kalvin, I was mostly bothered about what he could teach me. Perhaps they should have taken up the swords, then maybe..." she trailed off and then grinned round at him, as if he had caught her saying something wicked. "Thankful am I have something to recommend me, then, Meera is perfect, Delila is proper, and I am... persistent?" She said with a laugh, "I need to find him first, to so bless him with my presence. Suitors are like rain after a drought, or are they sharks circling the few remaining marriageable people from my family, it hardly matters. Marriage is for like, and I am determined not to be rushed into it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 15:25:45 GMT -5
"Does she?" Denys said. "I wouldn't know anything about that. I am merely a private citizen, after all. The Sealord and I communicate very little, unless he wishes to drink wine which doesn't taste like badly filtered vinegar." He looks about. "I confess I am here for my own violent purposes. My wife is having a great deal of difficulty with men of uncommon brutality. They..." he looks to make sure no one can hear, "forced her to do unseemly things. I am not a violent man, my prince," he said. "But I am rich, and I want to find some men who ARE uncommonly violent."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 15:29:23 GMT -5
Mychel grins. "And so the gods play their games. Although I suppose for a crown she is probably willing to settle," he said. "Oh, you didn't know Delila was always dreaming of Lord Stark and Roger Flint and Titus Grafton and all their like, well, it's not my place to spread gossip," he winks. "But that was years ago." He thought on the other comment. "You're good enough at being an adventurer I doubt anyone needs you to become a proper lady. You'd be like having a living legend sharing the castle with your husband. A lucky man he'll be," he concluded. "My brother told me, both Deilia and Meera thought very... highly, of Lord Kalvin, I was mostly bothered about what he could teach me. Perhaps they should have taken up the swords, then maybe..." she trailed off and then grinned round at him, as if he had caught her saying something wicked. "Thankful am I have something to recommend me, then, Meera is perfect, Delila is proper, and I am... persistent?" She said with a laugh, "I need to find him first, to so bless him with my presence. Suitors are like rain after a drought, or are they sharks circling the few remaining marriageable people from my family, it hardly matters. Marriage is for like, and I am determined not to be rushed into it." Mychel smiles a bit at that. "I'm a fish, so I suppose I qualify as a shark, then?" He nods. "I understand. You deserve only the finest man Westeros can provide. As to your quality, your sisters may be perfect and proper, but you are dynamic," he said. "The action arm of the family. Just don't forget," he adds, "rain cures the ills that the drought has caused." He ignores the Kalvin comments. Everyone in the North is jealous of the dratted violent lord.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 18, 2015 15:34:11 GMT -5
"I am admittedly surprised that so many men seem to fine... dynamic, as attractive quality in a wife. Dynamic and staying home to look after hearth, do not go hand in hand, and that is rather essential for a wife... and I do not necessarily want the finest man it can provide," though she had wanted him at one point, good, noble, gallant Lord Corbray... she imagined what would have been different if he had lived. "too much rain, causes the flood though, equally devastating."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 15:36:44 GMT -5
"The damage from a flood fades much faster than the damage from a drought," Mychel said. "I'm from Riverrun, we know floods," he says. "Maybe you could be a warrior lady like the Rhoynar or the Valyrians are said to hae had," he mused. "All we must do is find you a dragon."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 18, 2015 15:41:09 GMT -5
"Or a spear" she laughed, "Perhaps I shall take the black one, when we kill Blackfyre?" She could not even imagine such a thing happening.
"Those women are great inspirations, Visenya and Rhaenys, Nymeria... all incredible women, respected, it would be quite something to be included in their ranks, I only hope one day to earn it, if I do not meet an untimely death first."
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