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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Jul 21, 2015 21:03:47 GMT -5
Lord Frey approaches Prince Benjen. "A fine pack, my lord."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 21, 2015 21:08:13 GMT -5
"I doubt his priority will be building pyramids in dorne," she replied, a little more cheery, "besides, he told me he thought it it was monstrous, " "He did?" Amelia asked, sounding somewhere surprised. She was going to comment that he hadn't found his men raping her monstrous but that would just lower the mood again. "I suppose there are always surprises in this world. Shall we get drunk?" She grabbed two more glasses of wine from a passing servant, handing one to Robyn.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 21, 2015 21:12:37 GMT -5
Lord Frey approaches Prince Benjen. "A fine pack, my lord." Benjen looks up, not recognizing the man. He spots the sigil though and nods. "It is... Lord Frey?" He said, having been informed of the former Hand's recent death. "I've been away warring in the east, so please forgive me if I do not know your name."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 21:15:43 GMT -5
"I doubt his priority will be building pyramids in dorne," she replied, a little more cheery, "besides, he told me he thought it it was monstrous, " "He did?" Amelia asked, sounding somewhere surprised. She was going to comment that he hadn't found his men raping her monstrous but that would just lower the mood again. "I suppose there are always surprises in this world. Shall we get drunk?" She grabbed two more glasses of wine from a passing servant, handing one to Robyn. "That sounds like it is more necessary than advisable," she said with a half smile taking another glass and downing it in one.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 21, 2015 21:20:14 GMT -5
Amelia raised her eyebrow. "All you Starks drink like that, damn it," She stated, trying to match Robyn, though downing her drink far slower. "We need something easier than wine." She winced a little.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Jul 21, 2015 21:21:05 GMT -5
Lord Frey approaches Prince Benjen. "A fine pack, my lord." Benjen looks up, not recognizing the man. He spots the sigil though and nods. "It is... Lord Frey?" He said, having been informed of the former Hand's recent death. "I've been away warring in the east, so please forgive me if I do not know your name." "Morgan. Though yes, I am 'Lord Frey' too." He kneeled down. "I hereby swear my allegiance to House Stark here and until the end of my days." He stood back. "Now, what's your poison, Your Grace? I fancy the Tyroshi stuff, though it was probably brewed by fucking eunuchs." He laughed, grinning at the kids.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jul 21, 2015 21:26:46 GMT -5
Lord Maekar enters in his normal formal wear, white tunic and pants, with a golden rose sown onto the heart. His sister Rya comes in behind him, wearing a golden, shimmering dress, with green vines sown into the cuffs, bottom and around her bosom.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 21:32:21 GMT -5
Amelia raised her eyebrow. "All you Starks drink like that, damn it," She stated, trying to match Robyn, though downing her drink far slower. "We need something easier than wine." She winced a little. "Whisky it is then," she said going and fetching them both a generous tumbler of the amber gold, "I'd say we drink like this cause we have strong tolerance but we both know, I do not,"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 21, 2015 21:33:30 GMT -5
"Morgan. Though yes, I am 'Lord Frey' too." He kneeled down. "I hereby swear my allegiance to House Stark here and until the end of my days." He stood back. "Now, what's your poison, Your Grace? I fancy the Tyroshi stuff, though it was probably brewed by fucking eunuchs." He laughed, grinning at the kids. Benjen chuckled at that, briefly swatting Rickon away as the boy tried to launch himself at his younger brother. Stupid fighting kids. "Eunuch's cannot help it that they've been cut," He commented. "Does a lack of a penis make one's tastebuds better? We should find out." He paused, then laughed. "By sampling their wine, I mean."
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Jul 21, 2015 21:35:25 GMT -5
Crowl lumbers into the party surprisingly sober given that its a party. But he still has a cup in one hand and looks for a place to fill it.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 21, 2015 21:36:38 GMT -5
Amelia raised her eyebrow. "All you Starks drink like that, damn it," She stated, trying to match Robyn, though downing her drink far slower. "We need something easier than wine." She winced a little. "Whisky it is then," she said going and fetching them both a generous tumbler of the amber gold, "I'd say we drink like this cause we have strong tolerance but we both know, I do not," "You've spent a long enough time around Kal and Benjen to have a strong liver, surely?" Amelia asked in a slightly teasing manner, before looking at the whiskey. "Kalvin drinks because he likes it," She said, taking a gulp. "Benjen drinks because he can't stand not having the woman he really wants." She gulps some more. "Why do you drink?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 21:40:09 GMT -5
"Benjen is a fool then, he could have any woman he wanted after the war," she said, and narrowed her eyes, "I also like princess Cassana very much, so please, I do not want to hear about my brother wanting others he likely could have had, it's a disservice to her. "
She paused after her speech, and looked round "who is it though?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 21, 2015 21:43:32 GMT -5
"Benjen is a fool then, he could have any woman he wanted after the war," she said, and narrowed her eyes, "I also like princess Cassana very much, so please, I do not want to hear about my brother wanting others he likely could have had, it's a disservice to her. " She paused after her speech, and looked round "who is it though?" Amelia smiled over the rim of her whiskey, sipping at it again and feeling far too drunk already. "Ellaria Dayne," She simply said.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 21:48:24 GMT -5
"Of course it is," she said rolling her eyes, "what it is about that house, do they sweat opium or something?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 21, 2015 21:54:56 GMT -5
Amelia snorted in amusement at that. "It seems so, doesn't it? But you never answered my question. Why you drink." She smiled and took another sip of the whiskey, previously never having enjoyed the stuff.
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