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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 18, 2012 20:43:41 GMT -5
"Is the prince going across seas as well?" She asks.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 20:47:33 GMT -5
ooc: He already said that. his brother is Prince Aaron.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 18, 2012 20:55:28 GMT -5
ooc: Oh, Derp my bad.
"Then shall it be the Prince I am to be advising?" She asks.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 20:56:57 GMT -5
"Yes, make sure he doesn't mess any customs up and such. It would be ever so useful to have your advice; he's not always the most politick man," Derek laughs. "But he will serve us loyally."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 18, 2012 21:00:29 GMT -5
She gives a smile. "I will do my best, your majesty. Do not worry I will instruct the Prince on the right customs."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 21:24:23 GMT -5
"I have every faith in your abilities."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 18, 2012 21:42:23 GMT -5
She curtsies and retreats to the door. "Do send for me if you desire any spiritual guidance, my king."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 19, 2012 0:34:19 GMT -5
Cassandra knocks upon Arron Baratheons Door.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 0:47:02 GMT -5
It gets answered by a young lady, who struts out and walks down the hall. "Who is it?"
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 19, 2012 0:49:33 GMT -5
She smiles. "Cassandra." She she sayst entering and smiling to the Prince. "Hello my prince, a pleasure as always."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 0:58:03 GMT -5
Aaron nods, dressed in clothes usually reserved for sleeping. He's six four and a good two hundred fifty pounds. "What do you need, oh loveliest of the priests? You're my favorite one, you know that right? I always pay attention to your lessons.'
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 19, 2012 1:00:27 GMT -5
She giggles lifting a hand to her mouth, "Oh Prince Aaron your flatter me so." She walks over to his bed. "I am your adviser when you sail to Volantis, so you better pay attention when I teach you the customs." She says with a grin.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 1:05:20 GMT -5
"Oh of course." He puts a more appropriate shirt on. "Rh'lorr forbid I use the squid spoon for fish eggs.'
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 19, 2012 1:07:03 GMT -5
She giggles again. "Nothing so drastic my Prince. Do not worry, with my guidance you will look somewhat representable." She smiles to him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 1:10:42 GMT -5
"I strongly doubt that. If they try to give me trouble," he makes a shooing motion, "I'll just punch them until they agree with me."
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