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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 12, 2012 19:11:46 GMT -5
Benjen nods again, moving to sit down beside her. "Though it's not something that will be easy to live with. Catherine... did you or Amelia, or perhaps Arania Hightower find out anything about who was behind this?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 19:18:10 GMT -5
"Cassadar." she breathes. "He made some man who had a limp walk straight and fight."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 12, 2012 19:20:45 GMT -5
At the mention of that name Benjen tilted his head down, eyes closed. "Of course..." He shakes his head, taking a deep breath. "The bastard will pay. One day... I will put a sword through his gut and look him in the eyes. I will make him die with Meghan Lannister's name on his lips."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 19:26:04 GMT -5
Catherine hugs him suddenly. "I'm so sorry you lost your friend, Ben."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 12, 2012 19:29:03 GMT -5
Benjen hugged the girl back, holding her tight to him. "And I am sorry for the things you had to do. We'll be alright, Catherine... I know it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 19:30:58 GMT -5
"I'd kill them again. I would." After a moment she rises, letting the blanket fall. "I should go...change, and bathe."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 12, 2012 19:34:38 GMT -5
Benjen looked into Catherine's eyes, leaned forward just an incling. He paused. "You... you should, yes."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 19:39:45 GMT -5
ooc: pussy. you just killed my favorite NPC now you can't kiss another?
Catherine nods slowly and gently lets herself out for the moment.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 12, 2012 23:25:10 GMT -5
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Accompanied by a retinue of six guards, Arania made her way to the Keep, and then to Benjen Stark's chambers. She would find out on her own what had happened...and possibly check in on Amelia Royce. The guards outside his room eyed her escort as she approached. "Ah..." she looked around at them, not having expected so many, though it made sense, with all the rumors flying. "My name is Arania Hightower, might I see the Prince?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 12, 2012 23:28:08 GMT -5
One of the guards turned about and walked into the room, returning a few moments later. "You may enter alone." He replied.
Within, Benjen was sat by a window, studying the outside.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 12, 2012 23:33:45 GMT -5
Arania nodded solemnly. "Wait here," she said to the men she had brought, and then went through the door Benjen's guard held open for her.
As the door closed behind her, she stood awkwardly in front of it, wringing her hands and looking around the room. "Ah...good afternoon, my prince." It seemed like ages since they had walked and talked of simple things, although only a few days had passed.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 12, 2012 23:38:16 GMT -5
"Lady Arania," Benjen replied, turning around and offering her a weak smile. "Please, make yourself comfortable. Drink?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 13, 2012 0:01:45 GMT -5
She smiled back at him, but there was no way to be comfortable. "Yes, thank you." She sat down near him, but not too near. He looked almost like a different person. "Are you alright?" She felt a sense of irony as she asked that, after all her night had been a nightmare as well, but he looked so wan and pale.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 13, 2012 0:05:13 GMT -5
"Are you?" Benjen returned, looking back out the window after giving her a welcoming glance. "I've heard most of what happened out there with Saltcliffe. Parts of the story are missing..."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 13, 2012 0:07:51 GMT -5
She stiffened. "Which parts do you mean?"
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