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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 12:35:03 GMT -5
"Shall I retrieve one of Roses hideous Greenlander dresses then? No man will think twice of me then." She said, growing slightly sick that she couldn't be open but attempted to not let it show.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 12:57:22 GMT -5
"That would be best," Ragnar answered. "Pick something plain. And don't look so sad, else you'll feel the back of my hand."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 13:03:18 GMT -5
She forces a smile. "Yes my lord. I shall see you on your ship when I am done changing." She says then waits for him to dismiss her.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 13:06:14 GMT -5
"Of course. Go then. Bring only what you need. A change of clothing, a warm cloak, whatever things women need."
He shrugged and picked up his book.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 13:11:58 GMT -5
She leaves and goes to her room. Thinking of the activities that just happened.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 12:15:16 GMT -5
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Ragnar waits for Hannah and the Blacktydes to arrive.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 12:18:59 GMT -5
They arrive at the keep, and the elder lord bows first, respecting a lord's primacy in his own home. ''Lord Ragnar. Hannah has talked of nothing else."
The Ironborn woman is dressed in simple designed clothing, but with fine fabrics from all over, obviously plundered by her father in his younger days, the iron price having been paid many times over for the jewelry in her ears and neck and hair and fingers. Ragnar's men give a low whistle.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 12:27:40 GMT -5
Ragnar was seated in the great hall upon a high-backed wooden chair with red cushions which he had taken on a raid some years ago. He grinned and raised his drinking horn in salute.
"Lord Blacktyde. Lady Hannah. Come join me. Bring chairs for my guests!" He yelled at the thralls, indicating the small dais, which had room for more chairs.
"I can't have my honoured guests at the benches with the riffraff," he said.
The thralls scurried about placing two cushioned chairs on the dais.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 12:40:07 GMT -5
They take their seats. "Lord Ragnar," Hannah says respectfully before her soon-to-be-hall, "I see that rumors of your prowess and success at spreading the work of the Drowned god were not exaggerated." she smiles. "I am so very pleased."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 12:43:36 GMT -5
"As you should be," he said. "I told you, didn't I, that I honour the God through my deeds. Thrall! Bring my bride some ale, or whatever drink she fancies."
He took a drink from his horn.
"Of course, you're free to rearrange any of the rooms as you please. Nobody will dare say no to my lady wife. The only rule is, nobody sits in my chair, or sleeps in my bed, unless I happen to invite them into it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 13:00:39 GMT -5
Lord Gowen laughs. "Every lord's rule. The ceremony can be whenever you like, my lord. She is most...eager, aren't you dear?" Hannah grins at with a predatory look, then flexes her hands meaningfully.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 13:02:58 GMT -5
Ragnar laughed and drank some more.
"Tomorrow morning then. That gives the thralls today and tonight to prepare a suitable feast and gives me some time with my bride before I have to sail east."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 13:04:21 GMT -5
"Good." Lord Gowen yawns. "Now, an old man needs his sleep."
Hannah pulls her chair closer to Ragnar. "Not long now, my lord."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 13:09:06 GMT -5
"Indeed."
He reached out with his free hand to take her own.
"I can scarce wait to have you in my bed. But you're worthy of even a small feast such as the thralls can prepare. It would seem wrong to sail off east without some small celebration of our marriage."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 13:17:18 GMT -5
"I cannot wait either, my lord." She looks at the Dornish salt wife off to the side, glowering. "Do you wish to have us both, then? Tonight?" she looks at him levelly.
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