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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 18:54:25 GMT -5
"And it is to me?" she asked, surprised "Not to The Prince or the King?"
"Do you mind me asking you what you were doing in Dorne? at such a time?" She asked him, still making her way to the Tourney grounds to show Elias Bolton the sign up.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 18:56:33 GMT -5
"I can't talk to your father," Elias explained. "And your brother is irrational in dealing with the Daynes. I was hoping someone else could take the letter." He shrugs. "I can find someone else." At her second question, he rpelies smoothly. "I was hired to transport her to Blackhaven in preparation for her imminent release to your family, my princess."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 19:01:34 GMT -5
"Too scared to face my brother?" she teased, and looked sideways at him, "I will take it, but you shall have to bring it to me or send someone to give it to me."
As they exited the castle, the Tourney grounds were up ahead, "Hired to transport my sister? And who hired you?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 19:03:49 GMT -5
"Lord Dayne," he said. "Hence my fear. Sometimes one has to make do with unsavory allies. I shall bring it to you. Inviting you to my dirty tent violates far too many social conventions." He looks to the tourney grounds. "She is well, or was."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 19:09:39 GMT -5
"yes it must be some time since you left... we only had the news confirmed to us the other day... but it is still good to hear, even if it may no longer be true."
She looked at him for a long moment, "It is not the social convention that is the problem, I have been getting into a bit of trouble lately, as you will no doubt have heard, and so I am trying to avoid it for the rest of the wedding at least,"
"I am still unsure why you were in Dorne in the first place to be hired by Lord Dayne. Though I suppose it is none of my concern... being just a princess."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 19:12:18 GMT -5
"Princesses should have opinions," he said. "I was in Volantis working for my brother, tracking the mercenaries coming into Westeros. Our company got hired. I disguised myself and took the job to try stopping the coup in Sunspear. Obviously, I failed. I couldn't get enough Martell loyalists to listen to me until it was too late. My next mission became trying to make sure your sister remained safe. As a servant of the North it is my sworn duty." He looks to her. "Well, people get in trouble all the time. Never lose yourself."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 19:16:59 GMT -5
Robyn stopped and looked at him for a long moment, seemingly processing if his story was good enough for her, She nodded and kept walking.
"I will never," She affirmed, "Even though i live in the Riverlands, my blood is from the north and it is fuels the hot tempers that help keep us warmer," she smiled round at him, "But I am not the idiot everyone seems to think I am, I know when I should keep my head down a bit more. Besides, if I entered the Archery, how could you hope to win?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 19:19:50 GMT -5
"Superior talent," he said. "I would also wear a short sleeve shirt in the cold so you'd be distracted by my muscles."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 19:23:47 GMT -5
"When I am in front of the target no muscles in any of the Kingdoms could distract me," She said, with a grin, stopping outside the archery sign up tent, "and to prove it,"
With that, she entered the tent and signed herself up for the event. People could disapprove all the liked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 19:25:46 GMT -5
He signs up too. "Well, that was thrilling. May I be your escort on this fine day?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 19:30:27 GMT -5
"of course, though if you have a letter from my sister, I should probably read that first." She said looking back at the castle, "But after that, i do not see why not."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 19:31:39 GMT -5
"I shall go to my tent and fetch it," he said. "Where should I meet you?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 19:45:07 GMT -5
"How about at the Castle Gates, you can give me the letter and then we can go to the Godswood. It has been far too long since I spoke with the Gods." Robyn suggested, smiling at him and not waiting for a reply.
"I shall see you there then," With that she turned and headed back up to the castle.
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