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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 22, 2012 14:49:39 GMT -5
The great hall of Eddard's Rest.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 22, 2012 14:50:51 GMT -5
"I can't wait." She licks her lips. "I'm much more hungry for dessert, though." They enter the great hall, where boar, venison, mutton, lamb, beef, potatoes, virtually every food imaginable is being served with an amount of wine sufficient to sate Walther Snow. "I can promise you that dessert will go on for much longer than the feast," Benjen said, winking, as he sat at the head of the table, holding Catherine's chair out before hand.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Oct 22, 2012 14:56:12 GMT -5
Crowl sits his way towards the back and heaps his plate high with various meats, taking a giant bite out of a leg he fills up his drinking horn with ale and sets out to consume everything on his plate.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 15:08:12 GMT -5
Catherine just smiles slyly at that, and starts filling her wine glass. It will likely be the first of many. Crowl, on the other hand, sees many attractive northern women. the real ones, with hir on their arms and everything. Malryas Bolton approaches the table and bows lightly. "Prince and Princess Stark...congratulations on your nuptials. It is good to know the future of the North is secured.'
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 22, 2012 15:10:45 GMT -5
"Thank you, Malryas," Benjen said to Bolton with a smile. "It is good to see that you have recovered from your injury. I apologize again for not letting you know of my plans concerning Cassadar."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 15:19:11 GMT -5
He shrugs. "Today is for celebration, my prince." He takes a glass of wine from a passing tray and heads off.
General revelry ensues.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 22, 2012 15:22:14 GMT -5
And revel he does, eating and drinking a prince's share. Ho ho ho.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 15:35:57 GMT -5
After a few hours, and several bottles of wine, the couple are sent to the chambers for the bedding. Catherine arrives at the room with only the bottom half of a torn shift on, giggling with the cheer of a drunken princess about to hop into bed with her prince. Benjen arrives a second later, in a similarly thoroughly undressed state...though the ladies went for his bottoms and left him a shirt, instead. She hops on him and drags him to the bed, and as they fall onto it Benjen hears the oddly distinctive crunch of paper. He wouldn't notice in his state but it is so utterly incongruous with the rest of the scene.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 22, 2012 15:37:43 GMT -5
Benjen grinned when Catherine jumps on him, kissing her fiercely, hands already caressing her. But when he heard the crunching he paused.
"Did you... hear that?" He asked the girl.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 15:39:55 GMT -5
"Yea...it's digging into my ass..." She looks annoyed and reaches underneath her bottom to pull out an envelope with a smiling face drawn on the front. "What the hell is this?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 22, 2012 15:41:17 GMT -5
"Son of a bitch!" Benjen growled, taking the envelope from Catherine and slowly opening it. "It's Cassadar... has to be..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 15:44:32 GMT -5
Inside the envelope is a neatly folded red piece of paper.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 22, 2012 15:45:29 GMT -5
Benjen frowned when he saw the piece of papers, looking up at Catherine before he read it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 15:51:30 GMT -5
She looks annoyed and still very drunk, wondering why a sheet of paper had to be read before they could get down to business.
In very neat handwriting in a gold ink he is not familiar with, the letter reads:
Prince Benjen Stark,
Congratulations to you and your lovely bride on your wedding! I apologize for my present being so late, but I promise, it will be quite worth the wait.
Waiting to make your acquaintance again, C
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 22, 2012 15:53:08 GMT -5
Benjen's frown deepened and he handed the letter to Catherine. "Someone in this castle works for him. I must speak with Malryas."
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