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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 11:34:16 GMT -5
Benjen draws his sword and begins hammering into a nearby training block vaguely shaped like a person. "Well then you know what I am talking about," He grunted. "Any of them try putting it in you?" He slammed the block hard upside the head.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 11:37:03 GMT -5
"Just one." She throws a dagger between the targets legs. "But I offered a profound argument against that decision. You still smell like sex, by the way." She looked at him with a bemused grin.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 11:38:36 GMT -5
Benjen chuckled, turning around to face the girl. "That'll be the Targaryen girls." He said, not caring who found out. If anything, the girl didn't seem like a gossip. "I actually feel violated."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 11:40:08 GMT -5
"Oh, my poor dear. Forced into sex with...wait, was that plural?" Now she looks a bit disgusted. "My father always spoke higher of the North than that. I suppose men are just men, everywhere."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 11:43:20 GMT -5
"Because all men are dumb brutes who just love fucking any girl they can see. The more the merrier." Benjen spat back, turning around to smash the shit out of his wooden enemy again.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 11:49:28 GMT -5
"At least not all of you are in denial," Kiele says in apparent agreement. Benjen's target has been beaten for days and quickly evaporates under his wrath. Meghan Lannister's voice can still be heard. "It isn't like men really care about her voice, after all. If she was a hag no one would say a damned thing about it."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 11:51:54 GMT -5
When the block fell apart Benjen growled and threw his sword to the ground. "It helps that she's a sweet thing... funnily enough she almost seems embarrassed by the attention." He kicks his sword dejectedly before picking it up.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 11:57:36 GMT -5
"She understands, Prince Benjen." Kiele's voice is smooth but a bit more patient. "She knows what men really want her for."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 11:59:54 GMT -5
"I can only hope she marries someone worth her time," Benjen replies, looking back up to the keep. "Be a shame to waste a voice like that on some self important bastard."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 12:04:58 GMT -5
"Be a shame to waste a soul like that on some self important bastard. Songs are moving air. Her deeds...those are what make her special. To those of us who know." Kiele shrugs. "But we ladies are all pieces on the great chessboard. Need to stop a war? Send a daughter. Need to impress a king? Have your prettiest girl show up in his lonely bed."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 12:08:47 GMT -5
"The lords know how to use their 'bartering tools'," Benjen commented quietly, finally turning away from the keep. "You seem to have managed to keep your independence quite well though. Hope it stays that way."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 12:10:26 GMT -5
"Not for long. Even my lord father cannot let me be single and free for too much longer. Eighteen apparently makes me some form of spinster." Kiele shrugs. "But there are some reasonable options, I think."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 12:12:21 GMT -5
"There are those of us who can appreciate a woman for more than just her looks, or her apparent social value," Benjen said, tilting his head slightly. "Who's on your mind?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 12:17:37 GMT -5
"I wouldn't worry too much, my dear prince. But, I am headed off for a drink. Plenty of practice for today." She beams, and in the torchlight Benjen notes her face is achingly perfect, as though sculpted, and her skin tone shows off just a hint of her Dornish mother.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 12:20:13 GMT -5
"Don't suppose you need company," Benjen said, unable to look away just yet. "Or want it, for that matter."
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