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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 27, 2016 16:00:26 GMT -5
Leona's room at Ryamsport.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 27, 2016 16:05:06 GMT -5
On a lovely fall day, Leona's maid Evelynn comes to her. "M'lady," she said with her cheery tone, "you have a letter! Maester Gareth gave it to me!" She sounded excited. "It's from Goldengrove!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 27, 2016 16:08:18 GMT -5
Leona's eyes widened. She had just been about to go for a ride so she was in her leather breeches with a long, flowing tunic over the top, almost the length of a dress, with slits up the sides to allow for easy movement.
"Let me have it." She took the letter and eagerly broke the seal.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 27, 2016 16:13:09 GMT -5
Leona opens the seal and starts to scan the letter. It is written in a flowery hand, and it is actually from Ashemark (Evelynn gets flighty when overly excited). Lord Michael extends his warmest greetings and expresses his desire that she meet his son and heir Ser Jonathan in the near future, at the Queen''s tourney. He further states that word of her beauty and intelligence have reached even their great gold-filled mountains and that his son has vowed to win the joust in her name.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 27, 2016 16:16:55 GMT -5
She couldn't help but feel flattered, but it also made her laugh as well. "Seven save me from overblown flattery such as this," she said, tossing the letter aside. "I will certainly meet Ser Jonathan, but I suspect flowery words grow tiresome if they are all a man ever uses. I hope the son is a little more fond of plain-speaking than the father. Courtesies are all very well, but one might think I am the Maiden herself come to earth, judging by this letter!"
She giggled and then looked to Evelynn. "So, the lords have begun circling. I am quite a prize to be won, am I not?" She smiled mischievously.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 27, 2016 16:20:57 GMT -5
Evelyn grinned. "The finest!" She said. "You know red hair is a sign of good luck in the West," she winked. "I bet you could convince this Ser Jonny that you're a witch and entrance him." She brushed her hair back behind her ear. She is a tall girl, nearly four inches taller than Leona, and she has a curvy build; she does not share the lady's love of the outdoors, preferring to kiss boys outside rather than ride horses. "There's worse than flowery words," she said. "No man will ever write a letter for his son to me Ike that, and my father runs the biggest vineyard on the island," she said jealously. "If you're too rich and beautiful for him to handle...perhaps he will settle for second best," she giggled.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 27, 2016 16:30:55 GMT -5
Leona smiled kindly at her maid. "Evelynn, dearest, put that thought out of your mind, I beg you. Lord Marbrand will never allow his heir to marry a girl not of noble birth. And you are too good to be Ser Jonathan's mistress. The younger son of a lesser lord might do for you and then your husband could serve mine as his sworn sword, and we need never be parted."
She sat in front of her dressing table. "Could you braid my hair, please? You do it so much better than I ever could. Perhaps I shall enchant Ser Jonathan, perhaps not, but it will be fun to attend the tourney, and you'll be at my side to help me decide which men are the most handsome."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 27, 2016 17:04:44 GMT -5
The maid smiled at the thought of a lesser lord long asking for her hand; she was not noble but her father had the gold of many a middle lord across the realms. "And you will be my ambassador to them," she stated. "While you hook the biggest fish i shall share the spoils. Maybe Ser Jon has a younger brother," she winked.
She guided her to a chair and began braiding her hair in an intricate foreign pattern; the maid had spent most of her life in Pentos where her father had moved during the Ironborn wars and she still had the trace of an accent. According to bawdy jokes that made her a popular fantasy for men who sought the trace of exotic. Her deft fingers worked as she chatted. "But Marvrand is too small for you," she declared. "If we are to be together forever I want a bigger castle. Like...the Rock," she decided.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 28, 2016 12:51:40 GMT -5
"A Lannister," Leona murmured. "It's possible, certainly. But it depends what kind of men we meet. We don't know which ones will like me yet!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 15:10:31 GMT -5
The girl giggled and put her hands between Leona's breasts and jiggled them once. "They'll love those, my dear!" She declared. "And all that gold...you know Lannisters only see two colors, right? The red of blood and the gold of their contracts." She grinned. "Have you ever even kissed a man yet? Not a boy, mind you; I remember you kissed that Lucas once or twice..." She made a face. "Glad he went back to Three Towers."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 28, 2016 15:27:25 GMT -5
Leona moved away slightly. She wasn't overly keen on having her breasts touched at random. She shrugged. "Oh, him. His kisses were pleasant, but he didn't make my heart beat any faster. But he's the only one. I'd rather race a man than kiss one, truly. I feel alive in the saddle, much more than I did kissing Lucas. My husband had best know how to ride well."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 15:40:43 GMT -5
"You'll just have to show him how to ride," Evelyn said. In the saddle and the sack. It's fun in both places." She winked. "You look like a vision," she said as Leona flinched away. "Could be Rh'lorr's wife if the Red God had one. Or daughter. Oh," she added, "Your brother wanted to talk to you. He said 'at your convenience' which I don't think I've ever heard him say before."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 28, 2016 15:49:29 GMT -5
"Oh. That's usual." She smiled. "When I'm betrothed you will have to tell me what it's like to bed a man, but it would be unmaidenly to ask questions before that." Another smile. "Do you think my dear brother will take offence if I appear before him in riding clothes? I really don't want to get changed into a gown and then have to get changed yet again!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 15:58:39 GMT -5
"I'm sure it'd annoy him to see you thinking of horses instead of men," she said with an evil gleam. "I say go in it and look inconvenienced. He might increase the size of your dowry if he thinks you're unhappy," she looked about. "I haven't bedded a man!" She said, a bit insulted. "I did make that Tyrell lad who came by a few months back happy but I promise I'm a maiden."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 28, 2016 16:07:12 GMT -5
"Oh. That's good, if you're looking to find a highborn husband," Leona replied. "And I'm sorry, truly, but the way you talk, Evelynn, I did wonder if you'd let some handsome young knight deflower you." She stood. "I'll go and see my brother now. Be a dear and run down to the stables, tell them to make Mermaid ready for my ride. And I'll need an escort too."
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