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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 19:08:38 GMT -5
"I can well imagine. He did say something about a wolf prince giving him some trouble, and he got shot by a crossbow. All's well that ends well, yes?" He leans forward. "So you are the enemy of my nephew. What does that make us, dear?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 5, 2012 19:15:41 GMT -5
Arania blinked at him, not really sure what he was talking about. Then she realized...Amelia must have had a second run-in with Cassadar. She had chosen the wrong name. Her face went white, but she kept a smile on her face and a bit of cheer in her voice. "Diplomatic acquaintances? He may not like me much, nor I him, but that doesn't prevent you and I from having a pleasant conversation."
(roll charm)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 19:20:14 GMT -5
"My dear, we both know you aren't Amelia Royce. He near took her with him on his horse at a farmhouse where that bastard wolf prince shot him with a crossbow." He smiled. "Now, who then, are you? someone important and close to them, I can guess. You knew too much to be completely lying."
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 5, 2012 19:27:10 GMT -5
The feigned smile dropped at last from her face and her heartbeat began to quicken. "I lied about nothing except my name, my lord. I simply...I wouldn't want to tarnish my father's name any farther." She tried to look contrite, though she knew that she was playing a very dangerous game.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 19:29:32 GMT -5
"Hm. I see. You'd be the Hightower girl, then." He chuckles. "Ironically, Cassadar is the lesser of the two evils who want you. An old acquaintance of mine sent a letter to me some months ago, telling of the death of his son at the hands of some...what was it," he looks at a letter, "vile harpy's cunt" and a wolf. I assume the wolf was apocryphal."
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 5, 2012 19:55:44 GMT -5
He was smarter than she had gambled for...of course he was, and he had said it himself. To be the Sealord, you had to beat out everyone else. She bit her lip again, not trying to be bubbly or flirtatious this time, and drew the scarf back up around her shoulders. "I am. And I assume your acquaintance is Lord Dayne? He speaks so charmingly of me," she said with more than a measure of distaste. "I suppose you wouldn't want to hear of what his bastard did, and how his son's death was perfectly justified." She spoke coldly and carefully, trying to keep the sound of fear from her voice.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 19:59:43 GMT -5
"Oh, I know the little spitfuck. A thoroughly demented worm. But Bryce Dayne did me a favor once. I would hate to betray his friendship for nothing." He chuckled.
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 5, 2012 20:18:41 GMT -5
Her breathing came faster now as her mind began to race. How would she get out of this one? "It would not be for nothing. Perhaps my father, Lord Beric Hightower, could be a better friend than Lord Dayne. Or perhaps..." her voice faltered a little as she let the shawl fall from her shoulders again.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 6, 2012 8:46:50 GMT -5
"Perhaps?" He prompted. "Yes, indeed, Oldtown's trade does much for Braavos, even here." He chuckled. "But how much, now?" He grinned at her finally. "Unless you could be of use to me."
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 6, 2012 12:06:45 GMT -5
"I don't know how much, but I do know my father has no love for Lord Dayne. He would not want me to find myself in Starfall under any circumstances." She looked up at him through her long dark eyelashes. "What use would you possibly have for me?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 6, 2012 14:12:11 GMT -5
He smiled. "I am sure my friend Harrys could find a use for you. He so enjoys playing in peoples' minds." His tongue rolls under the bottom of his front teeth.
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 6, 2012 14:30:12 GMT -5
If she could possibly have gone whiter, she did as soon as she heard the name Harrys. "N-no. I'd very much prefer to stay far away from him, thank you. But trade agreements, monopolies, cash...ask my father."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 0:53:59 GMT -5
"Well he will wan..*hack*" The Sealord coughed, and his face turned bright red. Arania feels her throat clench, also, and the half-empty wine glass seems to stare at her. The Sealord tries to speak but his vocal chords seem to be frozen.
A light breeze floats past Arania's bared shoulder as a smiling man walks by. He cups her chin in his hand and inspects her condition, notes her difficulties, and seems satisfied. Then he sits in another seat near the Sealord, watching him claw at his throat.
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 7, 2012 1:10:13 GMT -5
Arania's throat seemed to close, and if she had thought it was difficult to breathe before, in the corset, she quickly learned what it was like to hardly draw breath. Her mouth fell open, gasping and trying to draw as much breath as she could. She stared at the smiling man, her eyes opening wider and wider as she fought to properly breathe. She wondered if her face had gone as red as the Sealord's. "Mmmmm..." She could not speak at all.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 1:14:07 GMT -5
"There, there, it's quite all right. I need you alive," the man reassures her. He is of average build and unremarkable features, but as Arania looks at him she swears his eyes change colors from green to blue to grey. "You are killing the Sealord for me, after all."
The Sealord gasps and tries to move, but with his limited breath he made almost no sound. "The followers of the Many-Faced God haven't forgotten you, Sealord. Not by a long shot."
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