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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 14:24:39 GMT -5
"No, I won't. She's all yours if you can catch her, Limper." Ser Clarence Blackwall says with a grunt, then he turns back to his woman and puts her on his lap. The Limper grins and starts walking with his horrible, stilted gait towards the Vale girl. Still holding her face, Amelia slowly got up on shaky legs, keeping the Limper within her sight. She quickly looked around to see what the best direction to flee in would be. |
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 14:33:14 GMT -5
"I meant no offence, Your Grace," Reyna said quietly. "I simply thought that..."
She shook her head.
"It doesn't matter what I thought. Do you have any interests in the other kingdoms, Your Grace?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 15:43:20 GMT -5
"Their women." Euric said grimly. "But more than that, their interest in alliance with the Free Cities. They are cowards, over there, but with Lys or Pentos or Volantis's fleet the Arbor could perhaps meet us in open battle. We need our own...countermeasures."
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Ami sees a young woman through her tears of pain, and two knights near her. The Limper reaches...
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 15:44:54 GMT -5
Amelia wipes her face and spots the knight. She grunts and lashes out once at the Limper before making her way as fast as she could to safety.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 15:51:52 GMT -5
Reyna nodded.
"I know nothing of warfare, but perhaps it would be possible to convince the King of the Goldlands, or his advisors, that the Free Cities are treacherous and unworthy of their alliance. Though not directly. I don't think they quite trust me well enough for that, yet. But perhaps some indirect means to prevent that alliance."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 15:51:56 GMT -5
her longest nail catches the limper on the inside of his cheek, his open mouth like a dog's, and she feels a satisfying if disgusting tear as it leaves blood. He staggers back a limpy step, and Ami runs towards her hopeful saviors. The two knights turn around in confusion at the red-faced woman with a filthy dress. The lady speaks a quick command. "Let her through!"
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Euric nods. "A good idea. If you see any of their emissaries, infom me. I shall take...other measures." He narrows an eye at her. "Do not disappoint me. My lords already question my letting a woman do this work, even the daughter of the Lord Captain himself."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 15:54:07 GMT -5
Amelia manages to slow down as she approached, one hand still holding her face. She had not looked around when she ran from the Limper, but the thought of her giving him a scar was warming enough.
"I... should have watched where I went," She said to the lady, catching her breath. "Thank you."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 16:00:02 GMT -5
"What happened to you my dear?! Ser Walter, Ser Henri, take us to the maester's at once! This poor girl's been beaten!" The young woman has extremely long golden hair which nearly reaches the ground, but is just bundled up a bit at her knee. Her cloak is crimson but not bordered by gold, with a giant lion on it. "My name's Meghan. We'll take care of you now." Her voice is like honey poured over a waterfall.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 16:02:22 GMT -5
"Thank you," Ami said, giving the girl the best smile she could muster. "I am Amelia Royce... that crude Clarence Blackwell is not worth the Ser before his name." She took her hand off her cheek. "Does it look bad?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 16:05:26 GMT -5
"I always do my best, Your Grace," she told him. "I am well aware of the trust you place in me. But I think a woman is harder to suspect than one of the lords or captains. In the meantime, I shall renew my efforts to get closer to the Lannisters and their court. Perhaps I can exert some subtle influence upon them, given time. I'm only a few years older than the princesses."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 16:05:39 GMT -5
The beautiful young woman loses the color from he face. "Oh dear! It's...well..." According to Malryas Bolton's mentioning of her, Meghan Lannister is incapable of saying anything rude. "It looks very painful," is all she can manage.
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Euric thinks. "They are useless; they will be gone too soon from the court. Probably betrothed at this damn meeting. What about the sister, the widowed bitch? Dana or Dawn or something?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 16:07:29 GMT -5
The beautiful young woman loses the color from he face. "Oh dear! It's...well..." According to Malryas Bolton's mentioning of her, Meghan Lannister is incapable of saying anything rude. "It looks very painful," is all she can manage. Amelia frowned. She had come here to make friends, not be laughed at by the entire court. "Perhaps do you have a small mirror on you? I just... well, it is best if I know sooner how bad I'll look for the next month." She managed a small laugh. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 16:10:16 GMT -5
"No no, it can be made right..." Meghan seemed to be thinking on her feet. "My powder artist! He is a master, truly. Come along now; the maester has to see you." Her voice has the steady and effortless confidence of someone who is never refused.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 16:12:03 GMT -5
Euric thinks. "They are useless; they will be gone too soon from the court. Probably betrothed at this damn meeting. What about the sister, the widowed bitch? Dana or Dawn or something?" "Oh. Princess Dawn. I haven't spoken to her very much, but I would be happy to try and get close to her. And she's older than the princesses, so maybe the king will listen to her." Though Reyna wasn't too sure about that; some men just didn't like listening to women at all. "I will try her, Your Grace." |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 16:13:46 GMT -5
"That sounds like a good idea," Amelia said, following Meghan and her knights to the castle. She looked down at her dress and frowned, knowing she would have to get it cleaned soon. It wasn't one of her favourites but she did very much like it.
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