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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 18:13:56 GMT -5
Queen Delila and Lord Tomas Serrett, Hand to the king, arrive, with two of the Kingsguard. King Brynden is not in attendance for the moment.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Jul 20, 2015 23:20:28 GMT -5
"We're here for the tourney, why else would I come to Mason?" He smiled at Cersei,"Hello, Lady Tyrell. A pleasure to see you again." Cersei looked confused. Obviously her son knew this Allard, but she did not remember him. She shot an inquiring look to her son. Arthur smiled. "This is Allard Tyrell, mother. Of the Little Ivy branch. A distant kinsman, but a kinsman nonetheless."
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jul 21, 2015 0:29:40 GMT -5
Allard looked sheepish for a minute,"Well, Maekar was granted the Lordship of Highgarden, for ending the unrest in large parts of the Reach."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 21, 2015 7:02:54 GMT -5
Queen Delila and Lord Tomas Serrett, Hand to the king, arrive, with two of the Kingsguard. King Brynden is not in attendance for the moment. Prince Benjen makes his way to the royal tent to see his sister Delila.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Jul 21, 2015 7:38:58 GMT -5
Allard looked sheepish for a minute,"Well, Maekar was granted the Lordship of Highgarden, for ending the unrest in large parts of the Reach." Arthur, who had been the former heir to Highgarden, glanced at his mother who was about to say something and shook his head slightly. She remained silent. "Indeed we had heard that there was a new Lord of Highgarden." he said carefully. "Your brother must be pinching himself at his good fortune."
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jul 21, 2015 14:40:56 GMT -5
He shrugged,"Maekar is as happy as he can be, married Lady Hightower's sister as well." He wanted to change the subject,"Are you participating in the tourney?"
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Jul 21, 2015 16:32:36 GMT -5
Arthur glanced at his mother. "I'm not much with the lance, so no. My stepfather is likely to compete though."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 17:08:16 GMT -5
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The Lady Eleanor Bolton arrives at the camp with a grim looking but silent northern guardsman, seeking out her family.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Jul 21, 2015 17:21:14 GMT -5
The preparations for Eleanor's arrival have been made. Waiting outside their pavilion are Cersei, Arthur and Lyonel the last of whom is yet to meet his new step-daughter.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 17:24:39 GMT -5
Eleanor smiles and hastens to them. She hugs her brother and then her mother. "It's so good to see you both! How is everything here?" She nods politely to Ser Lyonel but really, with her wed, she has no real reason to know the man. "We have so much to catch up on!"
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jul 21, 2015 20:41:42 GMT -5
Arthur glanced at his mother. "I'm not much with the lance, so no. My stepfather is likely to compete though." "And the melee? Maekar and I aren't much for the lance either, but he is a devil with a spear."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Jul 21, 2015 20:44:25 GMT -5
"Perhaps." replied Arthur. "What about you Allard? Are you likely to compete in either?"
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Jul 21, 2015 20:47:55 GMT -5
Eleanor smiles and hastens to them. She hugs her brother and then her mother. "It's so good to see you both! How is everything here?" She nods politely to Ser Lyonel but really, with her wed, she has no real reason to know the man. "We have so much to catch up on!" Cersei embraced her daughter, clearly ecstatic to see her. "'My dear daughter, how I have missed you." She broke from the embrace and looked hard I to her face. "How are you? I have worried so much about how you have fared in the north, since they took you from me."
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jul 21, 2015 20:47:57 GMT -5
He sighed,"I'm for competing in the melee, but I'm not as skilled as I'd like to be, yet."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 20:52:04 GMT -5
Eleanor smiles and hastens to them. She hugs her brother and then her mother. "It's so good to see you both! How is everything here?" She nods politely to Ser Lyonel but really, with her wed, she has no real reason to know the man. "We have so much to catch up on!" Cersei embraced her daughter, clearly ecstatic to see her. "'My dear daughter, how I have missed you." She broke from the embrace and looked hard I to her face. "How are you? I have worried so much about how you have fared in the north, since they took you from me." She shrugs. "It's a different world," she admits. "But it isn't that bad. Some ladies sent North enjoy it less than me. Lord Cley is...decent. Not what I'd expected of a Bolton. The castle is cold but huge." She shakes her head. "After how the war ended, it was as good as we could have hoped for."
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