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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 16:18:36 GMT -5
"Do so. She's widowed and apparently has little desire for men now. Maybe afraid that assassin will kill them too." Euric yawned. "Now, put that delicate dress to use and have a drink with your king."
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They enter the castle and a maester is shortly summoned, Meghan Lannister dismissing any question with forceful commands rather than real responses. The elderly man firmly grips Ami's chin and inspects the wound. "Well, it won't cause any permanent damage...but you should keep it cold. You don't want it to swell anymore than it already is."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 16:20:33 GMT -5
"Anymore than... it already is?" Amelia asked worriedly, really wanting to see what she looked like now. If it was too bad she would have to walk around hooded and keep out of crowds. "I shall keep it cold then, if you say so."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 16:23:08 GMT -5
A mirror is placed in front of her. Her entire cheek is red and blue, and it is puffed out like a chipmunk holding an acorn in its mouth. Meghan looks at her critically. "We can do your hair around the cheek so it looks like hair style. Yes, that will work."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 16:23:16 GMT -5
Reyna had never been married so she could hardly comment on being widowed or losing interest in men. So instead she seated herself carefully in a spare seat, smoothed out her skirts and said "Would you like me to pour, Your Grace?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 16:26:29 GMT -5
A mirror is placed in front of her. Her entire cheek is red and blue, and it is puffed out like a chipmunk holding an acorn in its mouth. Meghan looks at her critically. "We can do your hair around the cheek so it looks like hair style. Yes, that will work." "Until somebody wonders what is under the hair..." Ami replied, quickly looking away from the mirror, wanting to spare herself the sight. "I would be ever so thankful, Meghan," She added, giving the girl a friendly smile. "But still, I believe hooded cloaks will be adorning me from now on." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 16:30:22 GMT -5
"Well, my dear, if they have come far enough to be peeking under your hair I should think you'll have already gone far enough," she giggled. "But a cloak might do. What is your name, anyway?"
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Euric pulls out an enormous flask of what smells like some devil-spawned whiskey. "Already have mine." He pulls a swig and then stares at her. "Have you ever gone reaving, girl?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 16:34:40 GMT -5
"Amelia Royce," She replied, fussing lightly with the hair on the swollen side of her face, thanking the maester with a smile. "My father won't be too happy about this. Oh no, he'll go red in the face. I can already see him."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 16:37:39 GMT -5
Strong spirits weren't to Reyna's taste. She looked around the tent until she found a flagon of ale and poured for herself.
"No, Your Grace. My father didn't think it was proper for girls to go reaving, and I'm not sure I'd be much good in a battle. I'm trained with small blades, but those are more for stealth."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 16:40:19 GMT -5
Euric frowned. "Hm. Need to kill a man...or woman, for you. Pay the iron price and have yourself a salt wife, I bet one of these frail Goldlanders would work."
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"Lord Royce? I have heard he is not a man to anger lightly. But...not to be rude...why were you in the Ironborn camp? Did they take you there?" Meghan's voice has some amount of concern. "I had a nightmare where they made me a salt wife once."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 16:44:32 GMT -5
"Oh, how horrid!" Amelia said, shaking her head. "No, I was simply wandering and... well, I think I drifted off in my thoughts, because suddenly I was in their camp. It was a foolish mistake..."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 16:45:10 GMT -5
Reyna sipped her ale to cover her confusion. She rather thought that killing someone would blow her cover.
"But what would I want with a salt wife? And I have never heard of a salt husband."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 16:48:36 GMT -5
"Be more creative!" Euric joked. "It would make me greatly amused seeing a scantily clad Reachman feeding you grapes." He sounds faintly drunk. He has probably been drinking to steady his land legs, after all his years of rolling on the seas.
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"I see. Well, you poor girl, you'll be all right now. We can take you to your father, if you'd like." Meghan dabs cold water on her cheek.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 16:54:45 GMT -5
Reyna laughed.
"Oh, well, I didn't say I objected, Your Grace. But I'm no warrior. And I have no crew to help me. How would I even do such a thing?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 16:54:58 GMT -5
"I will be alright," Amelia said, shaking her head. "I am ever so thankful, Lady Meghan; you saved my dignity and perhaps even my life! Feel free to come ask me for anything you wish!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 16:59:10 GMT -5
"Oh no, my dear, don't be silly; of course my men here will take you back. I couldn't dream of letting you alone again until your father can have his men look after you! I would be so remiss in my duties as a fellow lady!" Meghan smiles. "I am glad to have made your acquaintance, but I hope next time we meet under better circumstances." She gestures and her two knights stand on either side of the Vale girl. "Take her back to her father or wherever she wishes."
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"Ask your father!" Euric laughed. "We could turn you into the next Asha Harlaw, reaver of the West, Conqueror of Fair Isle!" He looks rather uncomfortable interested in her breasts.
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