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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 13:23:08 GMT -5
"It explains a lot about you," Benjen said with a genuine smile. "A Queen should be the King's support; for advice, for affection... a rock, so to speak, in the midst of an ocean." He grunted. "Or not."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 13:24:36 GMT -5
"A rock in an ocean sinks, my prince. Always." Her voice sounds a bit tender at that. Off in another corner, a drunken nobleman is trying to pay two highborn ladies to show him their breasts.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 13:26:19 GMT -5
"Not my metaphor," Benjen explains, looking over to the drunk nobleman. "He could just try using his charm. If he has any," The Prince drinks his wine and looks at Kiele. "And how do you do with honest compliments?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 13:28:30 GMT -5
She looks at him crookedly. "I hardly think I'm going to show you my breasts in a tavern, my prince; even if you do say that they are undoubtedly as sweet as a Highgarden peach and milky white as a baby's face."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 13:31:08 GMT -5
Benjen laughs loudly. "I apologize if it seemed like I was drawing a comparison. I don't need to see your breasts," He added. "I wouldn't complain of course." He shook his head, ordering another wine. "You're a pretty girl, and that's enough."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 13:32:53 GMT -5
"Enough for what? You to want to stare at my breasts?" She finished her first drink and got another. "They are firm as peaches, it must be said."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 13:35:54 GMT -5
Benjen shakes his head. "Enough for me to feel like I am acting like a decent person, not some ass who offers women money for a good look at their breasts."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 13:36:59 GMT -5
"Well, good. If I thought you were a cretin, even a princely cretin, I'd not have come with you. I can sit in my room perfectly fine, as it turns out."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 13:39:10 GMT -5
"Sounds boring though," Benjen commented, managing a small grin. "So what's your home like, or is that too common a question?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 13:47:18 GMT -5
"Crow's Nest is fine enough; high in the mountains and such, but there's really not all that much for a young lady to do. Hence the throwing knives. And your life? You hear so much about you, even in the south; the brave Prince Stark, fighting wildlings and giants and whatnot. I imagine it's an exaggeration?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 13:49:53 GMT -5
"Perhaps a little, though not much. The North is a wild place and conflict is not kind. Granted, the outlaw lord pissed himself in fear when we confronted him, so stories about some epic duel, if there are any, are vastly over the top. But the wildlings?" He shakes his had. "That was real enough."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 13:55:37 GMT -5
"Hmm...and they are men too, I imagine. It's easy to forget. But...you haven't forgotten, have you?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 14:02:50 GMT -5
"And never will," Benjen said, getting a faraway look in his eyes for a brief instant. "In battle I kept hoping for men to die with honour, or a snarl, a look of hatred for me, because it was easier that way."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 14:06:42 GMT -5
"Instead of fear? My father has said something similar." Benjen briefly remembers her father is one of the kingdom's most renowned battle commanders. "I should...head back, soon. My tent...father doesn't want me out all hours of the night, even with a prince." She grinned finally. "ESPECIALLY with a handsome prince."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 14:22:10 GMT -5
"Handsome prince, huh?" Benjen said, laughing lightly. "Allow me to walk you back. It's not as if I am planning to do anything else with the night."
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