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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 10, 2012 22:58:12 GMT -5
He nods. "I understand, the desert is a particular gem when it wants to be. I have lived in one for years myself." He says looking to the prince. "It will take some adjusting however you will find it is a small change, just for the moment."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 10, 2012 23:01:46 GMT -5
"Indeed." He thinks. "Our desert is much different than Dorne, or so I hear."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 10, 2012 23:06:32 GMT -5
"I would love to visit one day, should I head over that way one day, I consider myself a little bit of an explorer so perhaps that day may not be soon." He says with a nod. "And from what I read they are very much different however books are simply the views of the writer and you can not simply know until you witness it yourself. Was there anywhere you wished to visit when you were here?" He ask interestingly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 10, 2012 23:12:30 GMT -5
"I am seeing all i need to at this meeting, I think.' Prince Aenys smiles. "This isn't exactly a pleasure visit."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 10, 2012 23:22:56 GMT -5
He smiles at that. "So I understand, however I had to ask since you are here. If I may inquire, what is your reasons for coming besides the meet, what do you hope to accomplish? To make yourself known?" He leans back he grips the end of his cane.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 10, 2012 23:28:09 GMT -5
"That, Master Rowan," the prince's face turns dark for a moment, "is not any of your business."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 10, 2012 23:32:01 GMT -5
He nods. "My apologies, curious minds I could not prevent the question." He admits. "I meant no offence."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 10, 2012 23:44:23 GMT -5
Aenys stares at him a moment, then nods. "Of course. Forgive my outburst; it has been a long journey." He pours two cups of water and offers one. "Do describe the Reach to me."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 13, 2012 15:56:15 GMT -5
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Arania, followed by her six guards, let her curiosity get the better of her again. Despite their grumbles and attempts to persuade her to go back to her family's tents, she didn't listen. She was determined to see the Targaryens, and a few bruises and scrapes were not going to stop her.
She approached the fortress-like encampment, putting the events of the previous night behind her as much as possible and pasting a pleasant look on her face. "Good afternoon, could I perhaps come inside?" she said brightly to the foreign-looking men standing guard.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 13, 2012 21:23:33 GMT -5
They regard the six guardsmen with suspicion after the chaos, but a giant black-skinned man waves her through. "Prince Aenys will see you, my lady," he intones in a deep, thunderous voice.
When she enters, she is led to a room with a few hairs and a large ebony desk, behind which a handsome man with silvery hair sits. He rises and nods to her politely. "I'm Prince Aenys Targaryen, and to whom do i have the pleasure of speaking?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 13, 2012 23:35:49 GMT -5
She looked him over, curious to see a Targaryen at last. The silver hair, exactly as described, and a regal bearing as though the family still sat the Iron Throne and the Kingdoms were not splintered. She curtseyed deeply. "I am Arania Hightower, my prince." She rose, and approached him, resting the tips of her fingers on the edge of the desk. "I was very curious when I had heard that the Targaryens had come west."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 6:16:07 GMT -5
Aenys regarded her with more than a little curiosity at her forward behavior. "My lady Arania. even in Meereen and Yunkai we know much of Oldtown. I even managed, at serious expense, to convince the Citadel to send me a maester six years ago. He is worth every dragon." Off to his right Arania can see a Valyrian sword with a woman's outline forming the pommel, as though trying to escape the blade.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 14, 2012 10:42:14 GMT -5
"Every court and high house in the West has a maester, why should yours be any different?" she tapped her fingertips on the solid wood of the desk. She hadn't known that one of the Citadel's finest had been shipped out to the free cities...and she was sure she knew everything that happened in her city. It bothered her a little, though she didn't let him see. "So what has brought you here, if I may ask?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 11:22:20 GMT -5
"Politics and war, my lady. We are, you may have heard rumors, in quite the struggle. To our north and east, the Dothraki seek our end, while from the south and seas, the Ghiscari Hegemon have determined to put an end to New Valyria. We can hold those enemies off well enough, but now they seek to court other allies, and we cannot be buried under the weight of the whole world." He speaks frankly. "If Volantis and Lys put aside a rivalry, or Norvos sends her mercenary armies overland to strike from the northwest, there will be little holding all of them back, unless we conscript every man woman and child into the fight. We are not butchers."
Behind her, Arania feels a shadow fall over her, and a woman languidly stretches out in the seat next to her. "Tristessa, I told you...Lady Arania, this is my sister, Princess Tristessa." The woman smiles at her and says nothing.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 14, 2012 11:56:42 GMT -5
"Ah, and you seek allies, to aid you in keeping your position secure?" It was very interesting, how candidly he spoke to her. Refreshing, even. She glanced at the woman who took the seat beside her, nodding respectfully. She looked like a cat, laying about in the chair like that. "I am pleased to meet you, Princess. Have you many siblings?"
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