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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 15:14:21 GMT -5
A knock comes to Joanna's door, as Ser Jaymes hunts the dangerous outlaw Miller.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 15:48:31 GMT -5
"What?" she called from her spot on the bed, squinting at a book in her hand.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 16:08:29 GMT -5
"More wine, my lady," the voice calls out. Irritating servants. Her book isn't very good, either.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 16:21:53 GMT -5
"That late?" Joanna called, raising a questioning eyebrow. She threw her book on her bed and got up, irritated indeed. She walked towards the door and reached her hand for the doorknob. Just then, her sense of danger kicked in. With her hand still above the doorknob, she looked over to her cupboard, on which she kept her wines. At least three full bottles stood on it.
"I.. I don't need any, thanks," she said, keeping her voice cool.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 16:24:41 GMT -5
"Open the door, then, anyway." A pause. "Your brother would appreciate the favor, I think."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 16:29:55 GMT -5
Joanna listened to the voice intently, attempting to recognise it. She picked up her knife from the nearby table. It was the same one she'd used for peeling an apple earlier. "My brother?" she asked through the door.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 16:34:42 GMT -5
She doesn't recognize it now that it has stopped pretending to be a servant. "He went after Owen Miller. I fear he may have walked into a trap of sorts, as it were."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 16:41:41 GMT -5
"What?" Joanna asked, taking two steps backwards. She lowered the knife so it would be concealed by her numerous skirts. "You may enter, the door is open."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 16:48:50 GMT -5
A man she has never seen enters casually, a bottle of wine in one hand, a dagger with a spot of blood on the hilt on his belt. "Hello, my lady." He is handsome enough, with brown hair and green eyes. "Please, have a seat."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 16:54:04 GMT -5
Her eyes darted to the dagger on his belt, getting a funny feeling that the man had maybe, just maybe killed someone to get here. "Who are you?" she asked, instinctively taking more steps back until she could hold on to her bedpost with her free hand. Why, she couldn't really tell. It wasn't like it offered any protection from the stranger that had just offered her a seat in her own room.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 17:04:54 GMT -5
"You can drop the knife, my dear; I've seen you enough to know you can use it, but not well enough, I don't think. Unless you care to try...? You can even remove some of those skirts to help you move a bit more freely." He closes and latches the door.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 17:13:53 GMT -5
She narrowed her eyes at him as started speaking, but cut the sass as soon as he mentioned watching her. These knife lessons were held in total secrecy. "You trapped Jaymes? Where is he?" she asked, her senses heightened by fear even when she did her best to not show it.
She did not, however, drop the knife.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 17:17:22 GMT -5
"I want to get to that, but you are making having a friendly discussion difficult. My knife isn't out," he notes. "Now, let's have some wine and talk like we are normal people." He grinned. "We can both live that lie, right?"
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 17:24:09 GMT -5
Joanna forced herself calm. "You trap my brother, you come to my house, you.. you wear this bloody dagger on your belt, you lock me in my room and think we are going to have a civilized conversation?" she asked, eyeing him coldly. "I think not. What do you want?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 17:31:36 GMT -5
"A civil conversation, for the third time." He looks to his dagger. "Oh, that's from giving one of your servants an unauthorized nap. He should be fired for sleeping on the job," he chuckles at his own joke. "And your brother quite trapped himself, if I know him. Now, fight, or drink wine. Screaming will only make your father's men die very, very painfully," he promised.
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