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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 22:14:03 GMT -5
"Only if it's a book about how amazing Dorne is," Nina says in a joking manner.
A knight wearing Starfall colors enters. "Princess Nalya, your presence is urgently required at the meeting hall." she nods and rises. "Master Rowan, I shall see you later." she leaves quickly, her footsteps reverberating down the halls.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 22:17:51 GMT -5
He smiles and bows looking over to the Remaining princess waiting for them to leave he smiles to her. "Well Nina, I am sure I could place in how amazing the Princess Nina is, and perhaps compose a piece of music dedicated to her beauty." He says back with a polite smile.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 22:21:24 GMT -5
"Hmm..perhaps. It would make for a good chapter, at least." She pours a glass of strongwine and sips it.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 22:24:13 GMT -5
He laughs. "That it would be, and since your older sister does not care much for my offer, perhaps you would like to Capitalize on it, I spent as much time with you as I did your older sister." He says sipping from his cup.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 22:37:30 GMT -5
"Well, maybe. Mother did warn me against flatterers..."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 22:39:53 GMT -5
He smiles. "I am sure she did, like any good mother did. What is it you would like from me, if you did accept?" He refills his tea cup drinking it slowly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 22:54:25 GMT -5
She thinks. "A song about my breasts. In minute detail."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 23:02:29 GMT -5
He chuckles feeling slightly out of place. "If that is what you want, I will have you the composition sent to you personally before I leave." He smiles lightly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 23:03:50 GMT -5
"Extreme. Detail." She looks at him levelly. "Do you need to study them?"
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 23:11:17 GMT -5
"My Princess....I am sure I do not need to look at your breasts, I am sure they are as perfect as I could describe them. If this is really what you truely want." He coughs, embarrassed looking slightly down to the ground.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 23:13:47 GMT -5
"Hmm...no, I suppose I don't need that. Good day!'' she chirps.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 23:16:12 GMT -5
He shakes his head and bows. "A pleasant day then, Princess Nina." He said taking a deep breath as he leaves gripping on his cane he makes his way back down to the camps.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 7, 2012 23:25:03 GMT -5
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Ser Gerold Sand approached the quarters of Princess Nalya seeking an audience. He is armored as he often is though his weapons have been turned over to the guards.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 12:01:15 GMT -5
After a wait longer than perhaps some higher-born guests would have had, he is allowed in on account of his good service to Dorne in the past. Princess Nalya sits on a high-backed chair. "Ser Gerold."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 8, 2012 12:16:30 GMT -5
Gerold sat patiently waiting, he expected it would be some time before he was seen though he wasn't certain if he would be seen at all. He entered the room as directed then upon seeing Princess Nalya went on one knee "My princess." Ser Gerold uttered then remained on one knee. If she cared to look there was no doubt that he bore a striking resemblance with the Dayne's of Starfall.
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