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Post by Princess Melissa Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 17:47:06 GMT
Is than an invitation?" Melissa asked. "If so, I'd be happy to accept but I cannot speak for Alyssa. As for jousting, I've no talent for it, nor any interest in knocking men off horses with sticks. I had much rather watch the men do that."
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 11, 2017 18:42:36 GMT
"I have also left most of my duties behind me in Oldtown, so I would be happy to come" Alyssa replied with a smile to the stark Prince. Perhaps my sister could come?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 18:45:02 GMT
"Of course," he said, "a small group is best for speed and conversation, but sisters are always welcome." He grinned at Melissa. "I'll be excited to knock someone off a horse for you," he said.
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Post by Princess Melissa Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 18:56:10 GMT
She smiled. "I'd be happy to watch that. Just try to avoid knocking Geralt down. His pride could never take it, and I doubt Alyssa wants to see her husband sprawled in the dirt. But anyone else is fair game," she said merrily.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 18:58:39 GMT
"Then he must be first," Torrhen joked. "Pride must go before the fall." He kissed their hands again. "I look forward to meeting you tomorrow. I must find Stokk before the superstitious townsfolk try burning him at the stake for being a wildling."
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Post by Princess Melissa Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 19:08:42 GMT
"I look forward to it, Melissa said. She wanted to ask about the wildling, but, since the prince was about to depart, decided to save that question for another time.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 14:51:18 GMT
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Kyle leads Alexandra out into the great wood, laughing as the feast begins to wind down. "Will he now?" He asked her. "Maybe the Reach isn't as good at jousting as they all think," he joked. "And besides, if he wins you don't get the crown you so rightfully deserve." He seems obviously smitten.
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 13, 2017 14:54:55 GMT
"My sister says the reach is the only kingdom silly meough to put so much emphasis on riding a horse with a stick, so I should think so" she grinned and took the wine, having a big drink and looking at him, passing the bottle to him, "if you win, will you crown me?" She giggled.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 15:02:44 GMT
"If I can have your favor," he said, looking at her. "Jousting is important for war," he spun her around like there as music and this was still a dance, "and everyone likes riding horses and playing with sticks, I thought." The cold wood seemed verdant that night, the summer's growth full and thick and the crickets providing the soundtrack for the late night.
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 13, 2017 15:09:13 GMT
"Not he. She's so boring. But I'm not," she grins and pulls him closer after he spins her. "I'll see how I feel about giving you my favour later, I don't know if you deserve it," she teased, kissing him softly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 15:18:26 GMT
"Well it isn't her I'm interested in," he said, "Are you going to make me perform some great deed for it?" He asked. "Go forth and bring back a dragon's head or some nonsense?" He is quiet as she kissed him and she knows she has him wrapped around her little finger.
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 13, 2017 15:19:57 GMT
"Would you do it?" She asked, looking up and him and pressing closer, "bring me a dragons head?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 15:27:13 GMT
"Like, the reptile one? If a human one works one of those Targaryen brats did spill his chamber pot on one of my servants," he said. "I'd be fine with finding him and bringing my cleaver." He held her close to him and she felt his heart beat.
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 13, 2017 15:45:08 GMT
"You'd kill a targaryan?" She said, "that would mean war on your kingdom.." she didn't think the stormlands could afford another enemy, after the Ironborn, "that seems... a little unnecessary, are you fighting in the melee?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 15:57:09 GMT
"I was kidding," he said, "I...assumed you were too." He nodded. "Of course. I love hand to hand combat. Like i said with all our neighbors, having to be strong is something of a requirement for a Stormlander."
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 13, 2017 16:00:52 GMT
"If you win that, ou can have my favour for the joust," she said with a smile, kissing him again.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 16:04:27 GMT
"Then I have some motivation," he said, a hint of dryness in his voice. Eighty men would be beating each other in the wild combat. "But I hope to bring you a victory," he said firmly, arm looping around her to pull her closer. They hear some tittering as some Ironborn stumble drunkenly from the feast.
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 13, 2017 16:06:31 GMT
She smiles at him and pulls him into a dark area to give them some privacy, quite drunk now, "then I'll hope to bring you something else," she said and cupped his crotch.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 16:15:37 GMT
She feels him quite easily and he looks at her and then around a bit, running his hand under the slit in her dress. "Such as?" He asked into her ear.
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 13, 2017 16:18:45 GMT
"I'm sure I can think of something... fitting," she grinned and started to rub him through his breeches, bring his face close to hers and gives him a chaste kiss. "If you win," she grins and pulls away to head back to the party now he'd got him hot and bothered.
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