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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 20, 2012 13:04:55 GMT -5
A huge lavish manor in the wealthiest part of Lannisport, far better-furnished than most of the castles in the realm. Richer, too.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 20, 2012 13:13:27 GMT -5
Once they were home, Joanna had immediately changed into an attire more presentable than her riding clothes. She walked over to her father's room, holding the skirts of her green-and-gold dress in one hand so as not to drag them on the floor. "Father?" she asked before knocking on the door softly and opening it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 15:30:57 GMT -5
Lord Stafford raises a glance from behind his desk as she enters. "Yes, Joanna?" He is slightly taller than average, with long, thin fingers but a generally solid build. His legs are bowed slightly from years spent on horses, his personal pastime.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 20, 2012 15:41:23 GMT -5
"Are you busy?" she asked, entered the room and closed the door behind her. In this case, it was more of a rhetorical question. She was glad that her father's hag of a wife was nowhere to be seen, however. "I was wondering.." she began coyly as she usually did when she wanted something. She sat on the chair opposite his desk and folded her hands in her lap. "Well, I have been talking to Lord Redwyne, you see, and he said that Owen Miller has been lurking around our mansion again. When will he be caught, father?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 15:51:09 GMT -5
"When he comes back," her father answers curtly, apparently in little mood for coy. "Hollis Clegane is here to ensure he has a very bad day when next he turns up."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 20, 2012 16:19:09 GMT -5
"Ser Hollis was here the last three times," Joanna replied, crossing her arms. "I just don't want to end up like.." she trailed off and looked down as if the pain of her sister's death was still too fresh.
"Alright. If you don't want to do something about it, maybe Jaymes will." she said, looking up.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 16:24:33 GMT -5
Lord Stafford Lannister grunts and curses. "Fine, I'll find someone more suited for dealing with such scum. In fact, I have just the man."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 20, 2012 16:26:46 GMT -5
Joanna smiled, pleased with herself. "Thank you, father. Who might that be?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 16:33:59 GMT -5
"Mareth of Oldstones. He's a brutal little son of a bitch, but he'll get the job done." The axe-wielding warrior was a legend among Westerosi sellswords.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 20, 2012 16:41:48 GMT -5
Joanna didn't know much about the man, other than the fact that most people hated him. Feared, and disliked. Sending a known murderer after another murderer made sense. "How will you find him?" she asked, unsure how hiring sellswords worked. They didn't exactly stay at one place for too long.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 16:51:10 GMT -5
"I plan on offering plenty of gold, and waiting for him to show up." Stafford shrugs. "It always works with him, he knows the Lannisters can pay better than anyone."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 20, 2012 16:52:36 GMT -5
"That's true," Joanna agreed, nodding thoughtfully. She smiled at him suddenly and stood to leave. "Well, thank you. I won't be bothering you any longer."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 17:09:18 GMT -5
"It's fine, daughter. I love you."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 20, 2012 17:18:55 GMT -5
Joanna smiled and kissed Stafford's cheek. "Love you too, father," she said, and left.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 21, 2012 8:27:27 GMT -5
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A few days later, Jaymes knocked on Stafford's door and entered the solar, his boots leaving muddy footprints all over the floor. "Father," he said, slightly out of breath. His hair was messy from the wind and he was in his riding leathers. "Is it true that the Reach is raising armies? Are we going to war?" he asked, the question accompanied by his constant frown.
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