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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 2, 2015 17:25:12 GMT -5
Robyn took Jaymes seat, thanking the lord as he moved away.
"It is a pleasure to meet you also, much too late, I admit did not think I would be coming either, but a force stronger than the gods bid me come." She paused for a second and looked around, noticing the handsome man as she looked round at Joanna. "I am surprised Lord Jaymes had much of interest to say about me, but he spoke very fondly of you," She was of course referring to the hunting dog comment, and smiled, "and please, we're family now, it is just Robyn."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 17:26:09 GMT -5
She puts her hands up to dance and as he follows, she smiles slyly. "I am his most effective negotiator," she says with a hint of teasing.
The music is well played and suits the massive expense that went into the festivities. Jaymes sees Princess Kelsey, who he swore hadn't even come to Riverrun.
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As the Ironborn talk, a man walks up to them, a giant mug of some extremely strong-smelling liquor in his hand. He sits next to them without asking permission. He is easily half a foot taller than any of them and his face is red. "Ironborn in Riverrun. I'd been hoping for that day since the war started. Less pillaging and burning than I had pictured in my head, though."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 2, 2015 17:34:39 GMT -5
Robyn took Jaymes seat, thanking the lord as he moved away. "It is a pleasure to meet you also, much too late, I admit did not think I would be coming either, but a force stronger than the gods bid me come." She paused for a second and looked around, noticing the handsome man as she looked round at Joanna. "I am surprised Lord Jaymes had much of interest to say about me, but he spoke very fondly of you," She was of course referring to the hunting dog comment, and smiled, "and please, we're family now, it is just Robyn." "Your father?" she assumed, smirking at the quip. "He might have mentioned something about wolf blood. I think he meant that as a compliment," she said, raising an eyebrow at Robyn's choice of emphasis on that particular word, but decided not to comment on it. Jaymes never spoke fondly of anything. "Ah, of course, if you wish. And please, call me Joanna," she said, smiling. Insisting on being called a princess after being told not to use the title by someone who was already originally a princess seemed a little.. untoward. |
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 2, 2015 17:39:48 GMT -5
"Even higher than him," Robyn clarified, "My mother," She listened to what Lord Jaymes had said regarding her and laughed softly, wincing as it stretched her chest, the dress making it worse, "It is not usually a compliment thrown out about sweet young ladies, but as, you no doubt have heard, I am not one of those, so I will take it. From what I can tell your brother is an excellent fighter, barely a scratch on him,"
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Post by Kurts on Apr 2, 2015 17:41:28 GMT -5
As the Ironborn talk, a man walks up to them, a giant mug of some extremely strong-smelling liquor in his hand. He sits next to them without asking permission. He is easily half a foot taller than any of them and his face is red. "Ironborn in Riverrun. I'd been hoping for that day since the war started. Less pillaging and burning than I had pictured in my head, though." "The disappointment is mutual, I assure you." Killian replied easily, looking up at the man with a crocodile's smile. "Didn't realize they stacked greenlanders so tall. Figured generations of my kind cutting you down at the knees would have bred that problematic trait out." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 17:42:44 GMT -5
Fashionably late, so he didn't have to watch the bride and groom kiss, Nick Snow arrives and takes his seat in the back. He starts talking to handsome guy while playing cards. He is making a determined effort to ignore the radiant Lannistark.\
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The man chuckles. "Clever, tiny one. I am Andre. Andre the Angry Giant. You are iron, yes?" He takes one of the cast iron pots on the table by the handle, then with an effort snaps the handle off. "Iron breaks too. Do you want whiskey?"
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 2, 2015 17:44:42 GMT -5
She puts her hands up to dance and as he follows, she smiles slyly. "I am his most effective negotiator," she says with a hint of teasing. The music is well played and suits the massive expense that went into the festivities. Jaymes sees Princess Kelsey, who he swore hadn't even come to Riverrun Jaymes put his other hand on her waist and lead the dance, even though his movements were more mechanical rather than smooth and overly graceful. He nodded, and took note of the slyness in her smile, knowing it would probably mean trouble. For him, anyway. "Ah, very well. I am glad to hear of your father's response, however. Is it reasonable to assume he sent you as his envoy, as well as..." he trailed off as he had to do a double take at the princess, and looked very confused for a moment. "Sorry. As my future bride, perhaps?" he asked, looking back to the girl with an apologetic smile, but kept noticing Princess Kelsey out of the corner of his eye even though he didn't exactly want to. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 17:46:28 GMT -5
"Perhaps," she said. "He actually sent me to...well, take your measure. He wants to be on the winning side, I'm sure you understand." Kelsey is talking to some violet-eyed girl. Must be that Dayne everyone talks about. Elijah...Ellinarius....Elfland? Jaymes cannot remember.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 2, 2015 17:50:30 GMT -5
The man chuckles. "Clever, tiny one. I am Andre. Andre the Angry Giant. You are iron, yes?" He takes one of the cast iron pots on the table by the handle, then with an effort snaps the handle off. "Iron breaks too. Do you want whiskey?" "Still takes a mite more effort than breaking flesh." he quipped in return, grinning at the display of strength. The man would have made a fine thrall for his oars. "A pleasure, Andre the Angry Giant. I am Prince Killion Greyjoy." Killion had believed himself to have tasted every liquor known to man, but whiskey was a new one. Such was the case for a people that do not sow. There was no surplus grain stores with which to consider fermenting. "Don't mind if I do." he took the offered mug. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 17:54:23 GMT -5
It burns like hell, and Killion must surely consider pillaging a distillery one day. "Did not think you Ironborn would be here, though. Hoping you fight in tourney. Closest we can come to testing flesh versus iron."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 2, 2015 17:55:35 GMT -5
"Even higher than him," Robyn clarified, "My mother," She listened to what Lord Jaymes had said regarding her and laughed softly, wincing as it stretched her chest, the dress making it worse, "It is not usually a compliment thrown out about sweet young ladies, but as, you no doubt have heard, I am not one of those, so I will take it. From what I can tell your brother is an excellent fighter, barely a scratch on him," Joanna laughed a little at the mother joke, and sipped some wine while listening to Robyn talk about Jaymes. "Not that he is not excellent, but most of the people there died, did they not? And from what I heard, the handful that did not were gravely injured, with a few exceptions. I feel like luck may have something to do with this as well as his excellence." She looked at the people briefly to make sure no one was hogging the front of the table with more irrelevant presents, and noticed Nick Snow. Her smile faltered, and she swiftly turned her attention back to Nick's half-sister. "I am not sure all that he tells me about your little adventure can be believed, though." |
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 2, 2015 17:56:43 GMT -5
Giovanda takes a seat next to The Crowl "Greetings again, yes? This wedding is... interesting. Not like my homeland. These weddings are all like this in Westeros? Is this a Northern or Western one?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Apr 2, 2015 17:58:11 GMT -5
Dud comes to the feast and sits at one of the far off tables, with other guests that have no idea how they even were allowed in.
He is wearing fine brown leathers. His shirt has a stitched in sigil of house Mudd, a golden crown studded with small emeralds, over his heart. His clothing is clean and pressed, fitting him perfectly showing off his muscular upper body.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 2, 2015 18:01:26 GMT -5
Robyn looked to where her eyes stopped when she faltered and saw Nick Snow. Benjen had told me what he had done, kidknapping Joanna, but did not comment on it, smiling back at her. "I did not see most of it, Everyone else went downstairs where most of the unbelievable things took place, myself and one other dealt with everyone on the upper levels... Well he did most of the dealing," she motioned to herself as if that should be obvious. "What the others said though, was quite something... though you will know it all anyway."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 2, 2015 18:02:15 GMT -5
"Perhaps," she said. "He actually sent me to...well, take your measure. He wants to be on the winning side, I'm sure you understand." Kelsey is talking to some violet-eyed girl. Must be that Dayne everyone talks about. Elijah...Ellinarius....Elfland? Jaymes cannot remember. "Ah, so when you said he finds the terms agreeable, that's all there really is," he said with a slight smile, shaking his head. "That is fine. I know not what Tyrell may have offered him, but crushed between Baratheon and Dayne, it is hard to say how long he'll still operate." He made a mental note to walk over to the princess and her Dayne friend as soon as possible. |
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