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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jul 30, 2015 14:07:45 GMT -5
"I thought it was my good looks and sunny disposition." He chuckled,"Or you wanted an excuse to occasionally talk to me."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 30, 2015 14:12:23 GMT -5
"That was it exactly," she confirmed. "My sunny brother in law, the ghost of the Mander." She looked over. "Ready for this tourney, then?"
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jul 30, 2015 14:35:06 GMT -5
He nodded,"I'll see you at the grounds." He bowed before leaving and strode back to his tent
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 4, 2015 20:04:22 GMT -5
Maekar arrived back at camp with the help of his wife and the servant, they retired to the large tent they'd been staying in and he laid on the bed, beckoning over Alysanne.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 4, 2015 20:21:12 GMT -5
Alysanne dutifully goes to her husbands side, "yes, my brave Lord?" She asked, in a soft, peasant voice
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 4, 2015 20:28:33 GMT -5
He groaned inwardly at the way she talked, but he knew she had a good heart. He had removed his armor and was laying in his breaches, the wounds having been bandaged. "I'm sorry you fainted, I didn't mean to cause you distress." He toyed with her hair and gently guided her to lay down with him.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 4, 2015 20:32:23 GMT -5
Alysanne was moved easily and laid down with her husband, resting her head carefully on his chest. "I just hope that horrid ironborn prince remembers this lesson well."
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 4, 2015 20:38:52 GMT -5
He listened to the sound of their breathing for a moment,"I hope so as well. But they are a vengeful bunch, I'm sure they'll do something to get back at us." He put curled his pointer finger and used it to gently push her head up, kissing her gently after a moment.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 4, 2015 20:42:33 GMT -5
After he tilted her head back, Alysanne kissed him happily, pressing closer to him.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 4, 2015 21:03:25 GMT -5
He liked the touch of her body, realizing it had been a while since he had kissed his wife like this. He pulled her on top of him and continue to kiss her.
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Afterwards, he lay in bed, having let her do the work because of his battered body.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 4, 2015 21:06:06 GMT -5
Alysanne was sleepily at his side, sated and happy
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 4, 2015 21:38:10 GMT -5
A messenger arrived at the tent and the guard outside told him to fuck off, the Lord was busy. Maekar extricated himself slowly, doing his best not to wake his wife or rip open his bandages. He quietly dressed, talked to the man outside and left with him.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Aug 5, 2015 0:52:29 GMT -5
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As the events were coming to a close, Dud finally made his way to the Goldlands camp. He looked around for anyone of importance that were also coastal.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Aug 5, 2015 3:48:30 GMT -5
Lyonel Vikary was in the process of striking his own campsite and saw Mudd wandering around. He didn't recognise the man as one of how own or that of Brightwater Keep and didn't recognise the sigil. He move across to enquire the man's identity.
"Are you searching for someone, Ser?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Aug 5, 2015 4:13:32 GMT -5
Dud turned to the man. He examined him up and down, he seemed a knight of sorts. Dud hoped he could get him where he was going at least. "I am, thank you. I'm looking for someone that I can speak with about a ship coalition." Dud explained, he paused for a second and thought it helpful to introduce himself. "I am Lord Dudley Mudd of Seagard." The Lord title still sounding strange off his tongue.
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