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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 14:52:16 GMT -5
Arania bade the old septon farewell and walked off again. In only a few hours she had done so much, and encountered so many. That was the beauty of a gathering such as this. Only...she thought of what the septon had said of the Royce girl and shivered. There was a darker side as well.
As she ambled along, she noticed a young man wearing a sigil that was not of the Goldlands; the direwolf of Stark. Very interesting. Before she could think better of it, she approached him. "Good afternoon..." she trailed off, not sure of the title to give him. After all, he could be any Stark, from the lowest distant cousin to the Prince she had heard so much of.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 8, 2012 15:02:26 GMT -5
Arania bade the old septon farewell and walked off again. In only a few hours she had done so much, and encountered so many. That was the beauty of a gathering such as this. Only...she thought of what the septon had said of the Royce girl and shivered. There was a darker side as well. As she ambled along, she noticed a young man wearing a sigil that was not of the Goldlands; the direwolf of Stark. Very interesting. Before she could think better of it, she approached him. "Good afternoon..." she trailed off, not sure of the title to give him. After all, he could be any Stark, from the lowest distant cousin to the Prince she had heard so much of. "And to you too," Benjen replied, smiling at the girl. "And who might you be?" His gaze quickly swung over to the annoying knight. |
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 8, 2012 15:10:24 GMT -5
Godfrey crosses his arms and simply glares at the northerner, finding the northerner quite annoying as well to bother walking into the Lions Den. "I am Godfrey Clegane, Personal Guard to the Royal Family."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 15:16:52 GMT -5
It clicked in her brain, then, the difference between the Stark sigil and the one used by the royal house. Her face went pale and she dropped into a low curtsey. "I am Arania Hightower, my prince."
She heard a deep voice behind her announcing the presence of the Clegane knight. She straightened up and looked at him menacingly. Hadn't she left him with that doddering old septon? Was he following her now? She turned back the the prince. "A pleasure to meet you," she said with a sweet smile.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 8, 2012 15:21:47 GMT -5
"An interesting name," Benjen said, his grin remaining. "I am Prince Benjen Stark, but please call me Benjen." He gazed at Clegane again. "Is this man bothering you?"
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 8, 2012 15:25:24 GMT -5
"I would like to see you do something if I were." He says deeply. "I would like to see that very much." His gaze goes over to the woman. "However, I mean no harm to the lady."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 15:31:25 GMT -5
"I am sure the Lions will call their Dog to them soon enough," she said, not giving Clegane a second look. "I think your name may be more interesting than my own, though are similarly ancient." A smile brightened her pale face. He was very handsome, she observed, though good looks were not something that made her girlish heart skip a beat.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 8, 2012 15:35:21 GMT -5
Prince Benjen, son of Terrence Stark, ruler of the North gave the common household knight another glance, deciding to ignore the unimportant man's thread. He turned back to Arania.
"It is a name that goes back to the First Men I believe; I am sure I am named for some other Benjen Stark, who likely did this or that which was somehow noteworthy." He chuckles.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 8, 2012 15:43:30 GMT -5
"Westeros is too static for you, then. Essos...yes. You will undoubtedly love their little games over there. If, that is, you can hold off on a major job for another month." Bolton lets the knife finish spinning, then sheathes it. "If not, well, this meeting has attracted all form of degenerates." "Degenerates? Forgive me, I do not quite follow." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 15:44:50 GMT -5
"Outlaws, infamous folk. Ser Ilyn Lordsbane among others. Heads to collect with no fear of repercussion." Bolton shrugs. ''I charge for more information."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 8, 2012 15:49:26 GMT -5
Clegane rolled his eyes and turned and left the two to flirt, not wanting any part of it or northmen princes finding them repulsive and annoying. He now returns to the Clegane tent without interruptions this time.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 15:54:13 GMT -5
"It is the name of several ancient Kings in the North, but I am sure you are aware of that. What brings you to the camp of the Goldlands? I was sure I would have to go to other camps in search of people of the other kingdoms, especially their heirs." She glanced back to see the Clegane retreating. She could feel his footsteps as he left.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 8, 2012 15:56:57 GMT -5
"And yet here I am, as if the Old Gods themselves had spirited me in your path," He gave a small laugh. "In earnest, I was bored. There is only so much to do in this cramped place before you feel like the walls are closing in on you. And I do enjoy going for walks."
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 8, 2012 15:59:51 GMT -5
Jory rolled his eyes. "I'm an assassin, not a bounty hunter. Not that desperate yet." He stood up to leave.
"Something interesting pops up, you know where to find me. Give my regards to Lord Frey." He winked and disappeared.
(Frey was a target of his, but escaped with his life)
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 16:11:27 GMT -5
"Yes, and was this meeting of the Kingdoms not arranged so our borders could be temporarily blurred?" When he mentioned his walk, she looked momentarily abashed. "Oh, I am sorry to hold you up in that case. Forgive me."
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