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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 14:50:20 GMT -5
"As you wish, my prince." Ronald chuckles at the claim. "If I can be honest my prince, he talked to an...old friend of yours. He still tries to maintain cordial relations with his royal cousins in Slaver's Bay when they aren't fighting him."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 14:51:07 GMT -5
Robyn remains close to her brother until he walks off, rudely, and then looks around at the other people in the area.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 14:52:58 GMT -5
"As you wish, my prince." Ronald chuckles at the claim. "If I can be honest my prince, he talked to an...old friend of yours. He still tries to maintain cordial relations with his royal cousins in Slaver's Bay when they aren't fighting him." "An old friend of mine?" Benjen asked, curious. "And who could that be?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 14:57:20 GMT -5
Ronald looks embarrassed at Ellaria and leans in. "Princess Daena, my prince."
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Robyn sees all sorts of people. It's a giant double royal wedding.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 15:05:09 GMT -5
"I see," Benjen says, looking for for a moment. "And what did they have to discuss, if I might ask."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 15:06:10 GMT -5
"Your size," he said. Even Ellaria chuckles at that line.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 15:12:29 GMT -5
"Ah, yes," Benjen replied, going a little red. "Well, no matter. Tell King Vhagus that I am grateful for the gift."
He picked the sword up and unsheathed it, inspecting the blade and testing the weight.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 15:25:48 GMT -5
It is very well made, and he would take it into battle in a heartbeat. It sings lightly with the etching on the blade forming a sort of keyhole for air to rush through. "He will be pleased you enjoyed it, my prince. We are hoping to meet in a more diplomatic setting soon. We have a mutual rival, I think," he says.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 15:30:02 GMT -5
"The Volantene?" Benjen asked, hefting the blade one more time before setting it down. "My friend Amelia Royce briefly spoke to me when I arrived."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 15:35:32 GMT -5
"Ah, I see," he says. "Yes, the three tigers are overly aggressive. I shall not repeat my speech if you have heard it before. I know the lady Ellaria has," he nods to her. "Please, I shall not keep you any longer. Talk to us at your convenience, and we congratulate you on your wedding to the lovely Lady Joanna."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 15:39:01 GMT -5
"Thank you, ser," Benjen replied as he stepped out of the tent. "I will think on it and speak with you."
When they had parted he turned to Ellaria. "Apologies for not greeting your properly," He said, kissing her hand. "It is good to see you are safe."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 15:40:52 GMT -5
Ellaria looks at him. "Thank you, Prince Benjen. It is good to see you safe. I am sure the war has been quite dangerous." She backs off a step. "It has been dangerous in Dorne, too."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 15:43:42 GMT -5
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Robyn sees many lords and noted warriors, but the first man she hasn't met has no tabard on, instead wearing a green shirt and black pants. He is shooting apples with his bow from about fifty paces. He is also rakishly handsome.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 15:43:44 GMT -5
"So I heard," Benjen replied, a dark look on his face. "I swear to you, Ellaria, I will march a host down there and defeat your father. Faith be damned, the two can fight each other until then."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 15:50:29 GMT -5
"They aren't fighting each other," she said. "The High Septon is massing his forces to go to King's Landing. They will knock Derek Baratheon off his throne and out of the war. Dorne will be completely alone. For now, they have decided R'hlorr is the greater of two evils." She sighs and looks at him. "My father cannot be stopped if he gets control of the Baratheon lands as well as Dorne, Ben."
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