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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2016 17:08:13 GMT -5
(Phone messing with quotes, you guys can find your part!
Meera smiled. "Well we all get older. You still took plenty down with you," she jested. "I'm pleased oh we're there to guard me on the way up; I know Sandstone is isolated and sometimes it is a mighty inconvenience to leave. I appreciate you, as does the prince," she said.
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Hector nodded. "We can only hope." He is too politick to kiss her in public so he clinks her glass. He listens to her talk to Lord Arthur silently otherwise.
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Menion chuckled. "That's more like it. See if you can make heirs in every Free Coty...that's diplomacy, right? They're all wet and waiting for a real king."
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Kalvin nodded. "I certainly hope so. Find whoever made that dress and bring them with you," he joked. "Should I come with you?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2016 17:21:36 GMT -5
"Someone needs to be up North... Or our people really will feel abandoned, just like poor shadow..." She frowned thinking of her sweet Direwolf."I always want you with me, if it comes to fighting you're invaluable." She joked and smiled, "it would be nice for us all to stay together for a while though. When do you imagine the announcement will be?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2016 17:41:37 GMT -5
"Soon," he said, and the party properly started as the great casks of wine were opened. Dancers are everywhere now, and everyone is getting into the revelry. "I cannot imagine he'd make us wait long."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2016 17:53:37 GMT -5
"Should we go and find him?" Robyn suggested, looking towards the dais then the way out to the Kings chambers. "Tell him to hurry up?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2016 18:15:06 GMT -5
Kalvin chuckled, and as he does Benjen appears at the head, motioning for quiet. He looks about and a thousand young ladies sit in hushed expectant waiting. He begins by thanking everyone for their interest, b encouraging everyone to enjoy the party, and then he announces that his next bride will be Lady Monica Desande of Volantis. The young woman steps out to cheering and takes a bashful bow. "Guess he didn't need telling," he noted.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2016 18:20:05 GMT -5
"Wonderful" Robyn says with a decided lack of enthusiasm.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2016 18:22:49 GMT -5
Kalvin looked down at her. "Not impressed?" he asked. "I think fourth wives are usually for political reasons. She looks the part of a queen, at least. Maybe you'll like her," he said. It's clear most of the men do.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 23, 2016 18:26:22 GMT -5
Donnel looks up and claps along with the rest "What a..." (fine looking ornament the King could wear around and pump babies out of while establishing a political alliance that would surely enable him to engage in more warfare that would kill thousands more people as he'd been doing for the last decade) "...beautiful woman" he remarks. He sits back down and leans back in his chair. He should've brought a book.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2016 18:34:52 GMT -5
"So have all the others, in their way" Robyn replied,Volantis would come with as much risk as reward,"I hope they have a long and happy life together."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Mar 23, 2016 18:41:56 GMT -5
Arthur raised an eyebrow at the announcement. It would be difficult to think of too many places further from the North than Volantis, but he supposed that if the Stark king wanted children with the blood of Old Valyria flowing through them, then he would achieve that.
He reflected that an alliance between the Starks and these Targaryens he had heard of that supposedly lived further eastwards would have quite a few in the lands of Essos clenching their nether-regions a little more tightly. He couldn't help giving a brief smile at that thought as he clapped along with others politely.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 23, 2016 18:58:21 GMT -5
Killion did not clap along with the rest, drumming his fingers on his table as the announcement was made, momentary good mood evaporating. What was with Benjen and taking his enemies to the marriage bed? First he had wed Joanna after years of animosity with the West, then Vhagus' sister after proclaiming him the biggest threat to the world, and now the Free City that had helped prop up Bryce Dayne and his son. Killion was suddenly thankful he had not threatened the North more, else its king may have made a bid for his black cherry.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2016 19:34:21 GMT -5
Lord Quentyn Royce and a half dozen men approach the Ironborn king, a bunch of letters in his hands. He drops them on the table. "I believe these belong to you," he said evenly. "You'll find the North's response at the bottom of the pile. I recommend waiting until you and yours are aboard your ships before reading it," he said. "His Grace is not a man of infinite patience with those who accuse his brother in law of infidelity and attempt to drive a wedge between the throne and his dear relatives."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 23, 2016 20:06:03 GMT -5
"It seems I have a habit of being kicked out of Northern tourneys early." Killion remarked, getting Riverrun deja vu, this turn of events inexplicably returning his usual jovial spirits as he flashed a sharkish smile. "However, I am still under guest rights, so unless the North has forgotten its good manners as well as its honor, I'll read it first and say my peace."
He set the letters on top aside and read the one at the bottom, grumbling something about being bored having waited around this whole tourney and that he certainly wasn't going to be in a rush now.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2016 20:10:32 GMT -5
The letter is short and to the point, and it simply states that the Ironborn and the Kingdom of the North are at war effective upon his exit from the kingdom, or a period of two weeks, whichever occurs first.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 23, 2016 21:12:54 GMT -5
Donnel eyes the king over a mug of ale. If he had to guess, crownlands were about to get fucked again. Nothing new to Westeros. He looks down at the ale, back up, then down again. He sets it down with a sigh. He had work to do.
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