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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 17:02:17 GMT -5
Fortunately for Reyna, her dress wasn't especially low-cut, though it did flatter her figure.
"Perhaps, Your Grace. In time. But I want to see if I can prove all the men wrong by being a good ambassador first. I can't do both at the same time."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 17:02:54 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." "I thank you very much," Amelia replied, curtsying to the girl as best as she could. She angled her hat so it would hide at least part of her cheek and smiled at the knights. "I am friends with Prince Benjen Stark, so if you would escort me to his chambers I would be much obliged." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 17:06:58 GMT -5
The two knights silently nod and lead her off. They are only about fifty feet from the monarchs' chambers, as it turns out. However, being at the monarchs' chambers, they happen to run into a monarch. King Terrence is leaving his quarters when he sees the young woman. "Amelia! How are..." his voice trails off. "What in the hell is that?!"
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Euric nods a bit absently. "Yes, I can see that would be true. Have you found a man yet, for you? A lovely and talented rock woman such as yourself deserves...only the best."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 17:09:02 GMT -5
The two knights silently nod and lead her off. They are only about fifty feet from the monarchs' chambers, as it turns out. However, being at the monarchs' chambers, they happen to run into a monarch. King Terrence is leaving his quarters when he sees the young woman. "Amelia! How are..." his voice trails off. "What in the hell is that?!" "I... well..." The girl said, looking down, her eyes averted. "I ran into a little bit of trouble, your Grace. It was my own fault... I wandered into the Ironborn camp and... well, they are not the kindest of men." |
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 17:11:11 GMT -5
"Your Grace is kind to say so, but I know it would be improper for me to marry some man from the soft green lands. I've been away from the Islands a year, and I was learning how to pass for a woman as the green lands before then, so I've not had time to consider marriage. If my father has any ideas about finding me a husband, he's not told me so."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 17:12:30 GMT -5
"Look at your king," said King Terrence, suddenly looking and sounding much more like the First Man his line descended from. "Who...did...this?" Ami feels the coldness in his voice could make snow start falling.
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Euric thinks. "Well, then, perhaps he should. But, enough for now, before I forget you are a proper Ironborn woman and not a salt wife. Next time I expect more appropriate clothing, for you are one of us, and in our camp you are no greenlander. Find out what you can while you are here, ad report to me when you have something worth knowing."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 17:19:09 GMT -5
Amelia lifted her chin, looking the king in the eyes. "It was..." She bit the inside of her unswollen cheek, knowing that this could cause an uproar. But she wouldn't lie to a king, not this one anyhow. "Clarence Blackwall."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 17:21:30 GMT -5
"Yes, Your Grace."
Reyna wondered where she was to get the boring, plain dresses worn by women of the islands, or if she could get away with wearing tunic and breeches. The trouble was, she really loved her pretty dresses and didn't want to upset the goldlanders she had to live among. She drank some more ale.
"If you no longer need me, I'll take my leave."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 17:22:21 GMT -5
Terrence's face narrows a moment. "Are you all right?" he says, his voice dangerously soft. Besides him Ami finally sees Ser Justin Mallister, his huge greatsword poking over his shoulder. Terrence notes the two Lannister knights at last. "Dismissed, sers."
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"Oh, I need you, but not here." Euric waves her off. "And no damn curtsy!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 17:23:52 GMT -5
Reyna simply left without another word.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 17:37:27 GMT -5
Terrence's face narrows a moment. "Are you all right?" he says, his voice dangerously soft. Besides him Ami finally sees Ser Justin Mallister, his huge greatsword poking over his shoulder. Terrence notes the two Lannister knights at last. "Dismissed, sers." "I will be alright, your Grace," Amelia said, downplaying the seriousness of the situation. "Meghan Lannister found me and took me to the maester here. It is simply a swelling." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 17:41:28 GMT -5
"Give the word, Your Grace, and I will cut the bastard's heart out myself," Ser Justin says. King Terrence considers a second.
"No, not yet. We didn't come here to start a war." He frowned at the girl's comment. "He struck a subject of the North. MY subject. Ser Justin may not cut off his head, but this will not go unanswered. The North seldom forgives, but it never forgets."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 17:53:51 GMT -5
"Of course, your Grace," Ami said, trying to inflame matters as little as possible. "I shall make sure I do not come near the Ironborn camp again, and will try to not wander about by myself."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 18:04:07 GMT -5
"No, that you shall not do." He looks about. "Captain Swiftriver, ensure the lady gets back to her father safely." Ryan Swiftriver, the commander of the Starks' personal guards, nods solemnly. He is a tall, sober, but charming man of thirty-two, handsome and well-liked. He offers an arm to the Lady Royce.
"My lady."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 18:06:57 GMT -5
Amelia takes his arm and smiles. "Thank your, your Grace, and you, Ser Ryan."
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