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Post by The Forgotten God on May 2, 2015 1:50:25 GMT -5
Kalvin looks at Robyn with a fair degree of incredulity. Savinia grins wickedly. "Superb. You heard her, dearie," she says to her cousin. "To his tent!" The pretty redhead rises and walks over. Kalvin looks at Robyn.
"I'm never bringing you to another negotiation again. EVER."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 2, 2015 1:55:21 GMT -5
She turned to look at him away from the Wildling woman, stepping close to talk just to him, looking into his eyes, "you should have stepped in if you did not want it. Feel free to refuse. You wanted the wildlings onside to help, they are,"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 2, 2015 1:57:17 GMT -5
He shrugs. "Can't undermine royal authority like that," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow." He walks to his tent.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 2, 2015 2:02:51 GMT -5
Robyn watches him leave, her eyes narrowing, before looking back at the Queen. Kalvin was talking bollocks, he'd not given a fuck for royal authority with the Thenns, he can't pick and choose when he can undermine royalty or not.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 2, 2015 2:21:36 GMT -5
Savinia grins at her. "Jealous, then? I thought as much." She looks her over. "Too skinny for a real man."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 2, 2015 2:34:20 GMT -5
Robyn laughed then, and did not justify it with a response. if sahe denied it, it would confirm it, if she confirmed it... it would confirm it.
"Fuck us over, and I will show you just how physical a skinny person like me can get. The North Remembers." She smiled wolfishly at the queen and looked at Hector, "let's go."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 2, 2015 2:54:30 GMT -5
Savinia rose and looked to her giants and then back to the princess. "Can I take that as an invitation? My room is in that middle tower," she said.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 2, 2015 3:15:26 GMT -5
Robyn looked at the Queen, sizing her up, "If I made the invitation, shouldn't you come to me?" she challenged, "My tent is...somewhere in that half of the field, come find me, if you need a demonstration that badly" with that she left, back to the camp.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 2, 2015 3:17:37 GMT -5
Hector follows her. "That was really fucking weird. You think so too, right?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 2, 2015 3:19:05 GMT -5
"Not especially," She said, looking at him, "Why do you think it was weird?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 2, 2015 3:20:23 GMT -5
He looks at Kalvin's tent, then the giants and the queen. "He is totally throwing them out of those towers...but you thought that was normal? Nothing at all odd?" He shakes his head. "Maybe Ben's time is more normal than this."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 2, 2015 3:24:43 GMT -5
"Kalvin is? Of course, they cannot keep Moat Cailin." Robyn looked at him, "I think they agreed far too easily, seeing as we gave them nothing extra than what they were already promised, except for a night for the Wildling girl with Kalvin... I hope she is not going to try and kill him, that may make thinks awkward. All deals will be off then. We should double the watch, in case they try anything in the night."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 2, 2015 3:37:55 GMT -5
"You're the boss," he said. "Don't let a wildling kidnap you from your tent; I have it on good authority that's how they choose...mates," he laughs at the word. "I'd hate to have to fight for you back."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 2, 2015 3:47:56 GMT -5
"Kalvin is the boss, I am not skilled enough in... any of the aspects of leading an army to be the boss of anything. Though I have considered learning. I would need someone to teach me" Robyn nodded, and smiled at him, "I know they do, they're like those stinking ironborn, carrying off who they want in the night.. or day. Would you really fight for me, Hector? I saw you ready to draw your sword against the Magnar."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 2, 2015 3:50:40 GMT -5
"He certainly picked what to listen to you on easily enough," Hector said as they pass the tent headed to theirs. "Of course I'd fight for you, Robyn; you're my sister! I can't well go back saying that Prince Hector Stark let some wildling with bad tattoos and smelling of mammoth shit steal his sister." He winks. "Even if tey might think you went willingly. I bet you'd like the mammoths."
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