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Post by Ser Theomore Bulwer on Mar 23, 2015 12:32:56 GMT -5
Rowena looked at Amelia and gave her a smile.
"If this is you looking tardily, Lady Amelia, you must tell me the name of your seamstress." she said and took a piece of Amelia's clothes between her fingers and looked more closely at it. "They haven't? I guess that the journey here went a lot faster than it felt like, another bad thing when it comes to children, time feels like it stands still when they're around you."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 12:38:15 GMT -5
Amelia giggled. "I cannot say I have the pleasure, or displeasure, of caring for children, though perhaps Prince Benjen would agree," She responded cheerfully. "You must tell me what you did with your hair though, it looks lovely!"
This from the girl who had spent a long time making her brown hair curl and bounce upon her shoulders.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 12:48:45 GMT -5
Ellaria has long ago left, following the Essos ambassador.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 23, 2015 16:23:45 GMT -5
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The Lannisters arrive five days prior to the wedding, with around a hundred nobles in their retinue, and four times as many guards. Their banners are largely red and gold, but the purple unicorn of House Brax, the massive boar of House Crakehall, and the.. golden pile of House Lefford can also be seen among others. King Brynden is naturally the first to ride into the courtyard,followed by his Lannisport cousins. The new Lord Lannister sits atop his courser with a proud posture, clad in the colours of is house, looking positively.. cold due to the weather. His sister next to him, however, is wrapped in an warm expensive ermine cloak, her cheeks only a little tinged from the wind.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 17:09:08 GMT -5
Prince Benjen Stark stood inside the entrance with his family, dressed in magnificent blacks and grey. On his shoulders was a cloak with the direwolf of house Stark on it, atop his head his crown. At his hip was a sword, not the one Vhagus had sent him, and he had recently cut his hair and shaved his beard.
Rather fresh faced, Benjen was obviously acclimatized to the weather and it didn't seem to bother him much. When the Lannister arrived he gave a small bow.
"King Brynden, an honour to see you again. You look well, your Grace," He said, before turning to Lord Jaymes.
"Lord Lannister, well met again. I see you have taken to lordship well." He faced Joanna and smiled. "This must be your sister. An honour, my lady." He took her hand and kissed it.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 23, 2015 17:30:07 GMT -5
Lord Lannister, who looked to be freezing and was probably mentally cursing not having sacrificed his rad aesthetic for some extra layers under his cloak, seemed a few good years older than he had a month ago, but nodded in greeting nevertheless. "Prince Stark. I see you've shaved," he observed. The last time he'd seen the northern prince, there had been more hair than there had been the face. Lord Jaymes then gave half a smile to indicate he was willing to put aside whatever bad blood there still was between them.
Joanna pulled back her hand after a while, content that he hadn't slobbered all over it as some nobles sadly had the tendency to. "Well met, Prince Stark," she said pleasantly, and smiled.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 17:37:28 GMT -5
"My lady, you look beautiful," Benjen replied. "May I help you off the saddle?" He offered, giving her the most dashing smile he could. When he put the effort in, Benjen Stark was a handsome motherfucker.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 17:38:57 GMT -5
As was fitting for the arrival of a royal party, and her brother betrothed, Robyn had come out to see them arrive. Instead of her usual attire she had come armed with a pretty dress her mother had made for her some time before that she had never worn. It was the colour of a blue winter rose in bloom, but was mostly covered up by a warm, fur lined dark grey cloak, with black fur round the neck.
Like Benjen, she was a lot more accustomed to the cold, and having been in the North part of the Northern kingdom lately, did not feel it as badly as some of the others.
When she heard her brother schmoozing and welcoming the Lannisters, she could barely contain her tut. This whole thing was just proving to her why she was correct in never wanting to be married.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 23, 2015 17:49:44 GMT -5
"My lady, you look beautiful," Benjen replied. "May I help you off the saddle?" He offered, giving her the most dashing smile he could. When he put the effort in, Benjen Stark was a handsome motherfucker. "You may," Joanna agreed, extending her hand once more and letting herself be helped off the horse. "You know, you quite remind me of someone, I think," she told him, not loudly enough for everyone around them to hear. "Whether that is a good or a bad thing, I am not yet sure." It didn't seem like she wanted a reply to that; instead she looked round for a moment and noticed other Starks standing in the back. "Ah, and that must be your family." Meanwhile, Jaymes succeeded in dismounting by himself and gave the reins of both his and his sister's horses to a nearby stableboy.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 18:00:16 GMT -5
Benjen nodded. "Indeed, my father King Terrence," He said, indicating his father. "And my mother Queen Janelle."
He grinned. "The little one is Prince Hector, and beside him my dear sister Robyn." He winked at Robyn, knowing how she hated formal situations. "And this, King Brynden," Benjen said, taking his eldest sister's hand "is Princess Delila."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 18:17:11 GMT -5
Robyn raised an eyebrow at her brother teasing her, not looking at the King as they were introduced, if you could call it that. She was glad they moved swiftly on to Delila, as really, they should. She was his future wife.
She was starting to get hungry.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 23, 2015 18:27:50 GMT -5
Crowl is seen standing not to far off with a large goblet, that happened to resemble the shape of a skull, and was drinking heavily from it. He is in his customary furs and barely notices the extra cold as this temperature was normal for him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 18:32:17 GMT -5
Brynden is still weak but kisses both Delila's cheeks in charming fashion. "She is everything you promised, Prince Benjen," he said formally. King Terrence looks tall and proud as the meeting occurs. He kisses the Lady Joanna's hand himself, a hint of his dformer dash. "My lady, we look forward to making your acquaintance," he says, his whiskers a bit ticklish on her skin. Janelle is smiling a bit wanly, but utterly silent.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 23, 2015 18:54:07 GMT -5
Korben rode with the lannister party into riverrun with a sense of unease about him, looking around to the many northmen as his single eye scanned for any faces he might know. He rode with the guards, not a lord himself, and tried to relax as he watched the many men of the goldlands who he accompanied. To him, this wedding was a simple affair. He was there to make sure that if anything were to happen to any of his lord or lady lannisters, to kill as many northmen as possible.
Until then, he wondered what kind of food and wine they'd have, and hoped it'd be something nice and warm and preferably salty, to make the current weather of cold shit seem just a bit more bearable to him.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 23, 2015 19:03:46 GMT -5
Brynden is still weak but kisses both Delila's cheeks in charming fashion. "She is everything you promised, Prince Benjen," he said formally. King Terrence looks tall and proud as the meeting occurs. He kisses the Lady Joanna's hand himself, a hint of his dformer dash. "My lady, we look forward to making your acquaintance," he says, his whiskers a bit ticklish on her skin. Janelle is smiling a bit wanly, but utterly silent. Joanna gave a small curtsy when she was presented to the current king and queen of the North. "Your Grace," she greeted with a warm smile. "The sentiment is mutual." Her smile was unfaltering, and she extended it to the queen as well, despite her rather sour expression. She thought she looked a little ill.
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