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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 22:40:16 GMT -5
"No. Boys would have let the evil sorcerer live. A man made sure he couldn't kill anyone else." She puts his hand between her legs. "Sleep now."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 22:41:31 GMT -5
Benjen kisses the back of her head. "I still feel like a boy," He said quietly, before closing his eyes.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 18, 2012 10:48:44 GMT -5
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Amelia Royce and Danya Frey came to King Terrence's quarters, asking to speak with him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 10:54:16 GMT -5
The King is handling a matter of critical diplomatic importance with Dorne, but the Hand, Lord Leon Frey, sees them. He is a man of thirty, slim, bookish, with a hooked nose and spectacles. "Please, ladies, have a seat. How can I help you today?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 18, 2012 11:06:54 GMT -5
"We came to ask for permission to be envoys to the East," Amelia said as she sat, Danya preferring to stand. "I believe Prince Benjen already recommended us to the King."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 11:16:22 GMT -5
Leon nods. "Indeed. I hope your father won't mind, Amelia; he's been awfully worried about your health lately. But if he gives his blessing, I won't say no." He turns to his fourth cousin. "Danya, your service to the royal family hasn't gone unnoticed. Pick up a better crossbow, though."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 18, 2012 11:30:37 GMT -5
The Frey girl smiled. "Perhaps next time I'll hit skull rather than shoulder," She said, turning to the door. "I will speak to my father today, Lord Hand," Ami promised.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 11:33:14 GMT -5
Leon nods. "Good. Stay away from the Dornish...Kal Stark had a run in with Frances Sand and Ser Markus Dayne last night. The Sword of the Morning was slain in the fracas."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 18, 2012 11:43:42 GMT -5
"Slain... Ser Markus?" Amelia asked, sounding shocked. "Oh... that is so sad," She looked down, wondering how many girls wept today.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 11:45:13 GMT -5
Leon lets out a breath. "According to Kal, not so sad. Supposedly he was trying to murder Arania Hightower..." he shakes his head. "None of this makes any damned sense."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 18, 2012 11:47:23 GMT -5
"Arania?! What??" Ami said, jumping up. "Why would he do that? You are right, it doesn't make sense! I need to speak with Arania!!" She turned about, then paused. "My lord, do you know where she is?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 11:53:19 GMT -5
"They're in hiding for the moment; talk to Malryas. If I don't know; I won't be tempted to look for them myself," he says. He sighs. "As if Lord Bryce wasn't hard enough to deal with..."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 18, 2012 11:59:03 GMT -5
Amelia nodded, shivering at the mention of Dayne. "I will speak to my father first, then find Malryas," She said, leading the way out into the hallway.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 13:27:52 GMT -5
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Arania, Kal Stark, and Malryas Bolton enter the Stark chambers under heavy guard. King Terrence is sitting at a long table laid out with foods and drinks, and apparently having heard of Arania's misfortune, steaming hot soups that don't require chewing, though the poppy has numbed her mouth enough to function. Lord Leon Frey, Beric Hightower, and Lord Fillmore Corbray are also in attendance.
Terrence bids them to sit after the old lord greets his daughter.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 18, 2012 13:29:01 GMT -5
Prince Benjen Stark was there too, as well as his friend Amelia Royce.
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