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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 20:03:16 GMT -5
"I'd find someone for you if it got close," he said. "Even old you can still be a princess," he laughs. "But seriously, you have suitors. Like, you know, me. And I assume my fellow highlords...well, my superiors right now."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 20:08:37 GMT -5
"I know, it sounds spoilt, but having options make it harder, and no offence, when I see you and the other lords or future lords, I don't see you, I see who you wish to portray, that could be vastly different, anyone can pretend to be something they are not for an hour or so here or there." She shrugged, having the choice pressures me to choose well, but fear not, you are a top tier candidate up for consideration," she grinned over St him, he was east to talk to.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 20:11:12 GMT -5
"Top tier," he said. "If I may advise you, princess, I suggest refraining from talk like that. There is no second place in marriage," he offers. "Which means that it's best if we think we never had a chance in the first place."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 20:13:15 GMT -5
"Do you think you have a chance?" She asked raising an eyebrow, "who is more eligible than you yo marry the only unmarried daughter of westeros greatest king?" She asked, in a serious tone.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 20:15:20 GMT -5
ooc: jesus autocorrect haha.
"Stark," he said without hesitation. "If I had a daughter I'd have to marry her to him. He needs a leash as tight as can be found," he said. "But otherwise I feel like Riverrun is the best, by far," he winked. "Close to home and i never gets too cold or too hot."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 20:20:43 GMT -5
"So there is one other," she said not joining in the fun this time, "so thoughts of you as a serious possibility have already entered your mind, so do not blame me if it is not you and your feelings are hurt just because I have voiced what you think anyway. All it affords you is an ability to save face by playing down your prospects to your friends in case it does not happen to save face, but here alone with you, I think we can do away with petty soft lighted ideas such as that."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 20:23:25 GMT -5
"Fair enough," he allows. "I don't talk about women with my friends," he admits. "I don't believe in...well, sex before marriage. I have three bastard siblings, and their lives are terrible. You won't be a story," he promised.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 20:27:22 GMT -5
"I find people don't care about the truth, those songs they sing about me, most of it is rubbish, people think what they like, someone could start a rumour you had me right now on this bank, it won't be true, but fire spreads and it's hard to fan out from the centre." She smiled again, "I would just hope your ego is not so fragile that giving voice to something you must have considered a threat to it,"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 20:29:24 GMT -5
Mychel makes a nervous clucking sound as she speaks about ravishing her on the riverside, but thinks. "Those songs help make you a hero," he said. "Someone whose actions effect more than just whoever you will ever meet or see or know. People kingdoms away will be inspired by your deeds, exaggerated as they could be. Hope is more important than truth."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 20:32:16 GMT -5
"I don't want to be a hero, I just want to live a life free of regrets, and I do not think the song about me being eaten alive by the big bad wolf is meant to emphasise my heroic traits." she lsughed, that and I like helping people. Kind heart that I am," she smiled, "do you want songs sung about you,"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 20:33:44 GMT -5
"Only by beautiful maidens seeking my favor," he said with a laugh. "Feel free to croon away at any moment." He thought. "Are you free of regrets?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 20:42:04 GMT -5
"There was a young man-" she started then fell short of finishing the line "I'm not a poet..." She said, nit sounding very sad about it, "at the moment I do, it's easy to do if you try and rationalise why you did things and then never think about them. Regrets I probably too strong. I don't want a wasted life,"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 20:43:46 GMT -5
"Me too," he said. "I didn't make it to Skyreach. A lot of my future bannermens' kin died there, and I was off hundreds of miles east chasing ghosts," he said.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 20:45:38 GMT -5
"Chasing ghosts?" She asked, not sure what he meant by that.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 20:49:59 GMT -5
"The remnants of his men at Yronwood," he said. "They never stood and fought, even, just broke and ran and hid." He shook his head. "Frustrating."
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