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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 16:07:47 GMT -5
Far more interesting than the weddings. Booze and beautiful women (and men) and food and dancing and music and probably drunken fighting.
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After the wedding, the couples have everyone gather in the great hall. Tables overflow with food and drink, and red and gold and white and silver are everywhere in sight.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 2, 2015 16:14:59 GMT -5
Benjen arrives at the feast following the wedding, dressed in dashing blacks and greys, freshly shaven and looking like a handsome prince. He walks to the head table and holds the seat out for his wife.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 2, 2015 16:20:59 GMT -5
After the lovely ceremony, Joanna was seated at the dais with the rest of the people who had just gotten married as there were quite a few. She was working on her second glass of Arbor gold, dreading what was to come later that night, seeing as the weddings had been done jointly anyhow, which had not exactly given her leg a whole lot of time to heal.
She looked radiant, however, in an expensive dress of red and gold, which had of course been made for the event specifically. She'd swapped it for the white and gold one she'd worn at the ceremony, which had somewhat clashed with the hideous grey cloak Benjen had donned on her. Her long golden hair was down in an intricate braid, and she wore jewelry of gold rather than silver, naturally.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 2, 2015 16:24:44 GMT -5
Quentyn whispered to Killion as they entered the feast following the wedding.
"They go through all that every time they take a fucking wife? What is wrong with these people?"
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Post by Kurts on Apr 2, 2015 16:34:24 GMT -5
"Suppose when you only get one you have to make an event out of it." he replied dryly, swiping the first goblet full of wine that he found and taking his place at the Ironborn table. It was quite easy to find, as it was the loudest, despite only having a dozen. "They must go through a crucible of boredom every time they want to have a bit of fun. Should see the way they war. It'd break your damn heart, Cleftjaw."
Killion had almost the opposite appearance of Prince Benjen. Though he was dressed in his finest black and gold doublet and breeches, the outfit was noticeably wrinkled and disheveled from the journey here and careless handling. His beard was trimmed short, but wild, giving him more the look of a rogue than handsome prince. Each of his fingers seemed to have a ring of a different metal with varying precious stones inset, each paid the iron price for in some foreign land, the differences in designs between each one having a jarring effect.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 2, 2015 16:38:59 GMT -5
Giovanda enters the feast, decked out as a noble of the Braavosi. A drab brown undershirt with a grey doublet. He recognizes many of the people there, being in the area for the last month. The wedding was interesting to him, as it seemed wrong to him for them to hold it in the daytime. The moonsingers had it right there.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 16:43:12 GMT -5
Ser Ronald of Vhagus's entourage approaches the...happy couple. He bows low. "Prince Benjen, Princess Joanna, you are the most radiant bride Westeros has ever seen, for true. Empreror Vhagus regrets his absence from your wedding, but he has sent a token of his esteem for the finest houses of the kingdoms." One of his men carries a tray. He lifts it to reveal a platinum bracelet, entirely studded with rubies. "We wish you and your new husband the finest, my lady."
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Apr 2, 2015 16:56:06 GMT -5
Fresh from washing after his trip back from the Golden tooth Crowl makes his way to the wedding. He is carrying his customary skull glass and wears his best furs, made out of the skin of a snow bear form beyond the wall.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 2, 2015 16:56:49 GMT -5
Joanna's warm smile in response to the envoy was unfaltering, even though it was obvious Vhagus had never been invited, and neither was this Ser Ronald. She glanced at the bracelet, and was reminded of the collars slaves were forced to wear in Slaver's Bay. Some of them even studded with diamonds, as she recalled from a book she'd once read. "Be sure to thank your lord for his generosity," she said sweetly, and with some finality to her voice, her eyes betraying that her words were empty, just as she suspected the envoy's had been.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 16:58:55 GMT -5
Ser Ronald nodded, consummately polite, and his man went to deliver the bracelet to the appropriate place.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 2, 2015 17:00:23 GMT -5
Despite vehement protestations that she was not well enough to attend, or even... be out of bed, Robyn was forced to attend. Wearing a deep purple dress.
She had been surprised to find out that she did have a maid, who it seemed wisely made herself scarce whenever Robyn was actually in her rooms, but had been on hand, with instructions from the Queen on what to do while she was understandably busy with Delila.
Her hair was strategically placed to cover the bruise on the side of her face, which had also been covered with some powder to conceal it, so it was barely noticeable, but would not remain so if Robyn kept rubbing it.
Her dress was a deep purple, with it, as it would be odd to wear the same colours as one of the brides, and the maid seemed to get come kind of sadistic pleasure from doing up the corset section. If her ribs were not broken already... they were now.
She saw Lady - Princess Joanna, whom she had very briefly met and made her way in her direction on the days, taking the long way round so as not to pass her father or King Brynden, as it would involve curtseying unnecessarily in her dress.
She did Curtsey to her new good sister, and hid a wince.
"Princess Joanna, you must be so thrilled to have been married, finally into our house."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 17:00:56 GMT -5
A young lady approaches Lord Jaymes while he sits. "Hello, my lord," she says sweetly. "I'm Selma Rowan." She is pretty if unexceptionally so, with freckles and dimples. "I hope you enjoyed the wedding."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 2, 2015 17:14:46 GMT -5
"Princess Robyn," she greeted amiably, having turned towards her in her seat. "Elated," she said, and it was difficult to say whether she was joking or not. "It is so nice to finally meet you; Jaymes here has told me all about you." She motioned to her brother beside her, who then nodded in greeting.
"I have not," he said grimly, but had to turn to greet the Rowan girl who had just approached him.
Joanna shook her head, smiling. "I have to admit, I am surprised you even attended the wedding due to what I heard happened... Jaymes, would you be a dear and vacated your seat for our new sister-in-law, here?"
Jaymes did so, trying not to look too reluctant since the only other obvious activity was dancing, which was not exactly his favourite thing in the world. "Well met, my lady," he told Selma. "Would you care for a dance?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 17:16:41 GMT -5
The lady smiles. "Certainly, my lord." As they head to the dance floor, she whispers in his ear. "My father found your idea....agreeable."
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As Robyn takes a seat, she notes a man across the hall who gets her almost as tingly excited as her bastard half brother did before, you know, he was her half brother and all. He is tall and black-aired and dashingly good looking. Like, really good looking.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 2, 2015 17:21:07 GMT -5
The lady smiles. "Certainly, my lord." As they head to the dance floor, she whispers in his ear. "My father found your idea....agreeable." Jaymes cracked a small smile, having figured as much since she was present. "And he sent you here as an envoy, I assume?" he asked. |
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