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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 20:13:59 GMT -5
Sirius's fingers tap on the table. "And then he killed my mother. How...appropriate, for him." His face is a carefully cultivated mask, built over years of receiving news of all sorts of severity, and it does not fail him now. "May I ask how you ended up in Vaes Dothrak?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 27, 2012 20:16:32 GMT -5
"I met Vhagus in Volantis and he seemed friendly enough," Amelia explained carefully. "All he told me was that he was going to a big meeting at Vaes Dothrak, where it would be decided if there should be war against Meereen. I decided it would be a diplomatically important mission and went along." She shook her head. "I could not have expected the outcome..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 20:22:48 GMT -5
"Of course not." Sirius seems as aggravated by the mention of Vhagus as Vhagus himself had hinted. "He is a man of a...different metal, to be sure." His liquor sits untouched. "I am glad you seem to have escaped him all right."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 27, 2012 20:25:54 GMT -5
"It was not easy, but here I am," Ami said, refilling her wine. She moved her seat a little closer to Arania's. "Is there anything the two of us can do to make you feel better, your Grace?" She asked sweetly.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 27, 2012 20:32:27 GMT -5
Arania glanced at Amelia, wondering what she meant by that. "Uh, yes, your grace, if there is anything we could do..." She didn't like the look on Amelia's face, but she would like to be of assistance to the Targaryen monarch.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 20:36:50 GMT -5
"I've told you to call me Sirius, especially in private, if you would. Being referred to as an object gets old after a while," he says in Valyrian. He looks to Amelia. "Do you have any good news to share? That would help my mood considerably."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 27, 2012 20:42:25 GMT -5
"Well, your Grace," Ami said, crossing her legs again and smiling over the rim of her glass. "Would you not think that having two beautiful young girls in your chambers is good news?"
(Charm: 75)
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 27, 2012 20:44:45 GMT -5
She blushed. With a sidelong glance at Amelia, she decided to answer in Valyrian after all. "Forgive me...Sirius. I'll do my best to remember."
When she heard what Amelia said, she shot her a shocked glance, her eyes wide. "Amelia?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 20:48:20 GMT -5
75 + 64=139 Kingy: =120 (light hit)
Sirius downs his liquor at last. "It is always nice to have Westerosi in here; I get to speak with natives only so often, after all." Amelia, to her undoubted annoyance, notices he pays more attention to Arania than her, though.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 27, 2012 20:51:41 GMT -5
Ami grinned. "I really should practice the Valyrian tongue of yours; it sounds so exotic." She giggled and leaned in to Arania. "You should sit in his lap," She whispered to her.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 27, 2012 21:00:45 GMT -5
"Valyrian is beautiful. I wish more people spoke it. I'm enjoying the opportunities for practice on this trip."
She shot Amelia a somewhat horrified glance. "Whyever would I do that?" she hissed back, shocked at the mere suggestion.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 27, 2012 21:03:27 GMT -5
"Perhaps we will have to have a practice session together," Ami said to Arania, flashing another smile to the king before she turned to her friend again.
It will cheer him up, she mouthed.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 27, 2012 21:09:28 GMT -5
"Perhaps..." She looked a little uncomfortable at the suggestion, but her eyes flashed to the King, thinking of it. Kalvin had said... she shook her head and mouthed, You think? Any moment now he would catch on, and ask what they were whispering about. She drained the rest of her glass.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 27, 2012 21:11:07 GMT -5
Ami gave a quick sharp nod in response, crossing her legs as she did so to hopefully serve as a distraction.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 27, 2012 21:16:05 GMT -5
Arania got unsteadily to her feet, her ankles wobbling in the heeled shoes, and went to the King's side. "Could I, perhaps, have a bit more wine?" She looked toward Amelia, biting her lip and looking nervous. As she took the last step toward him, one ankle buckled and she fell forward into the King's lap.
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