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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 2, 2015 19:28:16 GMT -5
"You did not miss much, in all honesty," she said, taking the glass, and holding off from drinking it straight away, returning to sipping, "I cannot imagine you will need me then, doing so well. I only hope it does not affect poor Lord Arryn. Did you take part in the battle of Gulltown? I do not remember seeing you there, or have you been concentrating on the siege?"
She paused and looked round the room, seeing if Lord Corbray was anywhere to be seen. She had not seen him since the welcoming feast, and missed seeing him.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 2, 2015 19:28:58 GMT -5
Killian made mental note to drown a score of greenlanders in gratitude to the Drowned God as mischief incarnate presented herself. With a face like a queen and tits like a whore, Amelia Royce was the kind of lass young Ironborn lads dreamed about claiming as a salt wife on their first reaving.
"Prince Killion Greyjoy." he replied, favoring her with a look reminiscent of a shark smelling blood on the water. "You must be extremely foolish or brave to approach the Ironborn table so brazenly."
Nonetheless, he bent down to kiss her hand, surprising her with the slightest graze of teeth against her skin.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 19:31:14 GMT -5
Kelsey sighs. "Fine. I suppose my request isn't in reason. Have a fine time, my lord," she says. She walks about to find another dance partner. She points imperiously to the Stark bastard and he twirls her, a bit shocked.
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"I was at the Eyrie still, I fear. Some called us cowards," he said. "But we had to guard the flanks and all. So you fought in Gulltown too? Been in more fights than most knights," he notes. Lord Fillmore is off to the side, talking to some woman she doesn't recognize. He doesn't seem particularly amused.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 2, 2015 19:31:32 GMT -5
It was all she could do not to reply with 'I know'. "Thank you," she replied instead, with a smile as radiant as his description, and gave his hand a light squeeze before letting it go. "Enjoying the feast, I trust?" She drained her second glass of wine and had a servant fill it after a moment or two. Benjen had his own mug of ale refilled, tipping it to Joanna in a toast. 'About as much as you are enjoying the wine' he felt like saying, but that was only because he was a little bit drunk. "It's magnificent, especially regarding our wonderful Ironborn guests," He said, the sarcasm evident in his grin. "Yes, speaking of, why are they here? I don't recall having invited them, did you?" she asked, having noticed some squid livery before. And the tall one who'd once visited her back in Lannisport. |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 2, 2015 19:35:37 GMT -5
Killian made mental note to drown a score of greenlanders in gratitude to the Drowned God as mischief incarnate presented herself. With a face like a queen and tits like a whore, Amelia Royce was the kind of lass young Ironborn lads dreamed about claiming as a salt wife on their first reaving. "Prince Killion Greyjoy." he replied, favoring her with a look reminiscent of a shark smelling blood on the water. "You must be extremely foolish or brave to approach the Ironborn table so brazenly." He bent down to kiss her hand, surprising her with the slightest graze of teeth against her skin. Amelia smiled/smirked up at Killian, part maiden and part mischief as he uttered those words. Her curtsy gave him a good glance down her cleavage and when she righted herself one hand delicately went to her hips. "Funny, those are the exact words Clarence Blackwall said to me before I tamed him," She said, lashes batting. "Though he got loose again it seems." It was of course bravado (though not exactly a lie), but Ami knew how to talk to Ironborn. |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 2, 2015 19:37:58 GMT -5
"Yes, speaking of, why are they here? I don't recall having invited them, did you?" she asked, having noticed some squid livery before. And the tall one who'd once visited her back in Lannisport. "It is a royal wedding I suppose, and a double one at that, so I can see why they might be here," Benjen answered, gesticulating with his ale. "So long as they don't start fingerdancing or carrying girls away they'll be alright." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 19:38:04 GMT -5
Another man sits near the card players. Larry and Darius are both shockingly ahead. He throws some coins down for a hand. "Whiskeys all around. On me." he says. "Who here is winning?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 2, 2015 19:38:31 GMT -5
"I was at the Eyrie still, I fear. Some called us cowards," he said. "But we had to guard the flanks and all. So you fought in Gulltown too? Been in more fights than most knights," he notes. Lord Fillmore is off to the side, talking to some woman she doesn't recognize. He doesn't seem particularly amused. "I do not think it is cowardly to keep to your posts," Robyn said to him with a comforting smile, "I did fighting of a sort in Gulltown, my brother charged me with opening the gates to let his army inside... it was... somewhat successful," She admitted with a hollow laugh, trying to remember if she ever actually paid that man. Perhaps he died. He was wounded. "Tell me, Ser, who is Lord Corbray talking to?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 19:39:38 GMT -5
Rodrik is taken aback at her sudden change in subject, but rolls with it. So much for the wine helping. "Well, my princess, that there is his sister, Helen Coldwater, now."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 2, 2015 19:42:24 GMT -5
Kelsey sighs. "Fine. I suppose my request isn't in reason. Have a fine time, my lord," she says. She walks about to find another dance partner. She points imperiously to the Stark bastard and he twirls her, a bit shocked. Jaymes gave a master of sighs and walked to the nearest servant to pick up a mug of that strong spirit those northerners loved so much. He took a healthy swig and had to suppress a cough as he'd never really drank anything stronger than dornish red. Managing to make it look as if he was merely clearing his throat, he looked at his drink rather disgustedly, then shrugged and took another sip. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 19:43:39 GMT -5
Ellaria comes up to him. "May I have this dance now, my lord? You are far too handsome to look so frsutrated." She extends a hand.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 2, 2015 19:45:49 GMT -5
"Please... call me Robyn.." She said, somewhat distracted, noting how unamused her favourite lord looked, but quickly returned to the painfully handsome face of Rodrick, and sips her wine again, not much for drinking she feels it starting to work, she gave the Arryn a rare full smile, lighting up her usually passive face, "Tell me of your family, Ser, do you have many siblings? aunts, uncles?" She paused, smirking, "Children?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 19:48:18 GMT -5
"Four brothers, one sister, but she died," he said, nodding again to Lord Fillmore. "Too many aunts and uncles to count. I do have a , uh, natural daughter. Youthful decisions aren't always the wisest," he said. "Are you close to any of your siblings?"
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Apr 2, 2015 19:52:57 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?" "I didn't attend the ceremony so wouldn't be able to tell you." He states honestly, "Haven't been to many weddings to even know the difference really. We use a weirwood tree for our weddings on Skagos. Usually the parties are all the same though." |
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 2, 2015 19:54:01 GMT -5
"Some of them... some less... I am not very close to my sisters, Meera was married off when I was young, and Delila and I have little in common, But I am close to Benjen, he and I have more in common than our oter siblings, I have helped him out with a couple of things... Raiding up north, gulltown, you know, that sort of thing." She wasn't aware if this talk was off putting to members of the opposite sex, and wine was not helping matters, she drank more anyway. "Your sister was Lord Corbray's Wife? I am sorry she died." A nasty part of her brain denied that last part.
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