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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 20:50:37 GMT -5
"Oh, please; you look like a wolf. They should know what they are getting." He said with a chuckle. "Servant! Fetch whichever of my daughters is here! And say nothing to their mother!"
A minute later: "Your Grace....they are all out....Meghan was visiting though if she'll..." Kyle slaps his forehead at the servant, probably blabbing way more than he should. He doesn't even talk, he just waves permission. A few moments later a genuinely beautiful young woman walks in, clad in a warm tunic and wearing a skirt that sweeps the floor. She looks confused. "Your Grace?" Kyle looks uncharacteristically flustered, but manages.
"Meghan, this is Prince Benjen Stark."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 8, 2012 20:59:16 GMT -5
"Lady Meghan, an honour," Benjen said, taking the girl's hand and kissing it. "I see tales of your beauty have not been entirely true; it seems words cannot accurately portray just how breath-taking you are," He smiled brightly. "Though I am told you also sing?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 23:00:41 GMT -5
Meghan observes him wordlessly while he takes her in. It is apparent from her expression she has heard the words many times, and it may have lost its effect on her some time ago, but she smiles. "I do, my prince, although I fear there may be some myth added to the facts." Based on her voice, which is a high tenor, and just a hint of throaty, Benjen doubts that that is true.
"Meghan, please entertain our most distinguished guest. Lord Commander Brax and I have much preparation to do; setting up this tourney." King Kyle nods at Benjen and takes his leave.
Meghan Lannister watches him leave a moment, then shakes her head knowingly. "He isn't very subtle, Prince Benjen. He has no one to tell him no." She tilts her head up to regard his face. "You're not as rough as a lot of people say the Starks can be. I had half expected..." her voice trails off. "Well, I've heard stories about you in the North."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 9, 2012 4:47:22 GMT -5
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Reyna Harlaw arrives at the keep and begins looking for Dawn Lannister.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 7:31:19 GMT -5
She finds her, away in a side room, painting a couple of flowers being shadowed by a large tree. She whistles a half-familiar tune as she works, apparently oblivious to the world.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 9:30:24 GMT -5
Meghan observes him wordlessly while he takes her in. It is apparent from her expression she has heard the words many times, and it may have lost its effect on her some time ago, but she smiles. "I do, my prince, although I fear there may be some myth added to the facts." Based on her voice, which is a high tenor, and just a hint of throaty, Benjen doubts that that is true. "Meghan, please entertain our most distinguished guest. Lord Commander Brax and I have much preparation to do; setting up this tourney." King Kyle nods at Benjen and takes his leave. Meghan Lannister watches him leave a moment, then shakes her head knowingly. "He isn't very subtle, Prince Benjen. He has no one to tell him no." She tilts her head up to regard his face. "You're not as rough as a lot of people say the Starks can be. I had half expected..." her voice trails off. "Well, I've heard stories about you in the North." Benjen grins and turns to look at the closed door. "Well, I cannot fault the stories. What do they say, that I have a wolf's head? That I am some beast?" He laughed. "Sorry for the overenthusiastic compliments, but I did not wish to appear negligible in front of King Kyle." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 9:34:46 GMT -5
Meghan turns and her skirt sweeps just above the ground, apparently embarrassed. "I had imagined...well, you to be more like those wretched Ironborn, honestly. All war and ferocity. My father keeps me away from such men, usually." She recovers then turns back around. "And what would you remove from the compliment to make it what you feel the truth is?" Her green eyes flash.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 9:39:02 GMT -5
"I spent enough time in the Riverlands and Vale not to become one of my hairy, bulky cousins," Benjen explained with a grin. "As for the compliment? Well, nothing. I would simply stretch them out rather than reveal my impressions in one long string of brutal honesty." He laughed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 9:43:23 GMT -5
"Hm. I've about warned about men like you, you know. Silver tongues and warrior's hearts. You must sweep all the maidens off their feet, even without being heir to the entire North." She smiles a bit shyly at him for the first time. "Well, when you hear all the compliments I've heard, sometimes it's best to just get them all out at once. I'm not sure there's a feature on me that hasn't been complimented...although some of them aren't exactly said to my face..."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 9:47:13 GMT -5
"Hah, you may be right in saying that. But to be honest, there are no maidens I have swept off my feet. Until now I have been more concerned with learning and practicing my skill at arms and command than... well, wooing ladies."
He chuckled at what she said. "Men can be quite inventive when thinking of compliments for girls, and unwittingly be perhaps a little insulting too."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 9:50:58 GMT -5
Meghan looked at him a long moment. "No, my prince, I think you have broken many hearts, whether you know it or not. Most women want to be a queen." She finally took a seat and invited him to do the same, her skirts not revealing any leg at all. "I hope your friend is all right. The Lady Amelia, that is."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 9:58:03 GMT -5
Benjen sat down. "II believe she will be; Ameria only briefly talked with me about what happened. I... well, why I empathize with her I know how antagonistic she can be."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 10:00:24 GMT -5
"Hm." She taps a finger gently on the table. "Still, men beating noblewomen in the presence of so many...I felt scared, myself. What manner of man...?" Her chest moves a bit faster as she speaks.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 9, 2012 11:59:51 GMT -5
She finds her, away in a side room, painting a couple of flowers being shadowed by a large tree. She whistles a half-familiar tune as she works, apparently oblivious to the world. Reyna watched for a moment then she cleared her throat. "My lady. I apologise for the intrusion. I could come back another time if you prefer?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 12:15:55 GMT -5
"Hmmmm? Oh, no...goodness, I had no idea someone was in here." Dawn is short and blonde and a bit plump. 'You're that Harlaw girl, yes?"
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