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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 19:29:22 GMT -5
Quentyn chuckled at her embarrassment.
"Some women prefer that sort of thing. Isn't there a story about some Northern lady who was crushed under a horse while she coupled with it? And perhaps the women of the Summer Islands have wider..." He gestured at her groin, this time, "you know. Can't say I've studied the matter in great detail."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 19:49:14 GMT -5
Her hand trembled and mead spilled onto the table. Morgan cursed and set the pitcher down.
"My lord, I really know nothing of such matters. I am sorry for the spillage but...but..." She made a helpless gesture with her hands before straightening her back. "I assure you, my lord, I do not read books detailing such information. That would be extremely improper. I will beg you to recall that it is not appropriate to discuss such things with an unmarried lady. I would prefer not to do you the discourtesy of summoning the guards to haul you away."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 20:26:15 GMT -5
"Of course. I apologize. But I doubt a few words will suffice to corrupt a pure and true maiden such as yourself." He smirked. "Much as I might wish that were the case."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 6, 2015 8:42:22 GMT -5
She couldn't help but laugh a little and be secretly flattered by his comments. "Then it's fortunate you amuse me, my lord. I daresay my lady mother would say I ought to have thrown you out of my chamber by now. When shall we hear more of this proposed alliance?"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 6, 2015 17:16:34 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm not sure. All very hush-hush, just yet. But Prince Killion and I will be leaving Riverrun as soon as possible, to return to Pyke and tell the king the news. Then off to war."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 6, 2015 17:27:09 GMT -5
"I see. So..." She hesitated before smiling cheekily. "So am I to believe there will be more weddings to attend soon? Have you caught yourself a bride?"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 6, 2015 22:00:15 GMT -5
"Alas, no. I asked for you, but was told that you were already betrothed to parchment and long-dead maesters." He drained his glass. "Though I doubt they can consummate the marriage."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 7, 2015 10:06:59 GMT -5
She laughed for a moment, before realising abruptly that she was probably supposed to be scandalised. "I daresay it sounds strange to hear this from a woman's lips but I have never desired marriage. I have at times thought myself a little curious about the consummation itself but not nearly enough to tempt me into matrimony. Besides, I have few enough freedoms as it is, I would have fewer still if I were married. Alas, I have no ship to escape to if a husband's company were to prove too demanding."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 7, 2015 11:22:38 GMT -5
"If you're just curious about the consummation, why bother with the matrimony? I daresay you could find someone willing to give you a lesson. And should you find yourself in need of an escape, you are always welcome on my ships."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 7, 2015 12:11:59 GMT -5
"Oh, now, you know that would be a fate worse than death for a highborn lady," she retorted. "I fear my father would disown me if I ran off to sea. And I fear my curiosity shall have to go unsatisfied. As much as I enjoy defying tradition, I've no desire to be called the scarlet woman of the Westerlands. My sense of curiosity is not so strong it would see me damned in the eyes of both men and gods."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 7, 2015 19:20:15 GMT -5
"If your gods would damn you for a little fun, it might be best to find new gods."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 8, 2015 2:25:24 GMT -5
Morgan sucked in a breath, shocked.
"My lord! I was raised in the light of the Seven, blessed with the seven oils as a child. A woman does not shrug off her gods so easily. And I am already defying tradition by my refusal to wed. And yet..." She paused, thinking. "Tell me, though, do you enjoy the prospect of defying old traditions that belong to gods not your own?"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 9, 2015 7:31:37 GMT -5
Quentyn considered the question for a moment. "I suppose that I do. Have to show you Greenlanders the proper way to do things, and abandon your false gods."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 9, 2015 9:59:58 GMT -5
"False gods?" Morgan countered, eyes lighting with determined fire. "Now there speaks a man who does not see the beauty of the world the Father created nor of the life the Mother gave us. It seems to me your Drowned God is no more than an aspect of the Stranger. I think-" She broke off abruptly. "But I digress. I would like to make a proposal, Lord Cleftjaw. Will you hear out out a woman from the mainland?"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 9, 2015 12:30:48 GMT -5
He leaned forward, curious. "Of course. Ask away."
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