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Post by Lady Abigail Lannister on Aug 11, 2017 19:13:06 GMT
"I reave and raid as I see fit," he said, "and I act gentlemanly as I see fit. I make no excuses. If I take something the owner was too weak to claim it. I wouldn't take you, though," he said, his lips against her ear. "More trouble than it'd be worth for one girl. Even one like you." "Ah, but what if I wasn't a Lannister, hmmm?" Abigail asked in response, one hand pressed against his chest. "Don't worry, even if you tried, Ser Dustin there would give you a good fight. He might not look like he cares but I suppose that is the point." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 19:16:56 GMT
"It's not a true salt wife reaving without a good fight," he said. "But why worry about hypotheticals? I shall not claim you as my bride, not without asking your father anyway," he joked, "and so you are perfectly safe. Enjoy your life of being safe," he said, "or take a step into danger."
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Post by Lady Abigail Lannister on Aug 11, 2017 19:20:21 GMT
Abigail chuckled at that, though her eyes remind wide and bright, looking up at the Harlaw in apparent awe, if it was that. "Oh? What step into danger could I take?" As she asked she pushed herself just a tiny bit closer to him, though it was by far from uncouth.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 19:25:17 GMT
He shrugged as he pulled her into a final spin and then let her bend so far backwards her hair lightly brushed the floor. "Well, for that you'd need to visit a real Ironborn table," he said into her ear.
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Post by Lady Abigail Lannister on Aug 11, 2017 19:29:12 GMT
For a moment Abigail thought the man would actually let her fall, to land on her back in the midst of the busy dance floor and look like a fool. But no, he held her firmly while leaning in. Abigail gave a low laugh and raised an eyebrow. "Point the way. I'll gladly go alone." With a smirk she winked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 19:34:21 GMT
Haradras shook his head. "Not now," he said, "I have my duty. Tonight, perhaps, or tomorrow. We are not so uncultured as to abandon our own king's party." He grabbed her ass as a few people watched. "Not that uncultured, at least."
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 19:34:46 GMT
"What would see if I visited House Gardener's lands?" She asked. "This Order of the Green Men? Knights wear green armor?" She asked, apparently curious. Talking of dragons is already annoying her, visibly, but she answers because she is a princess and it is polite. "There is no common dragon," she said. "They never stop growing, so they can get as big as nature wills it. We have one that is six foot and one that is the size of this chamber when it spreads it wings," she said. "I'e never ridden one when it breathes fire; no one has dared challenge our dragons in open battle in fifty years." Perceon could see that he was annoying her, so he gave up his line of inquiry so as not to leave her with a terrible impression of him, as much as he would like to know more. "You would see the Order of the Green Hand." Perceon replied. "And it is true that they are the greatest knights in the world, as you may have heard. Or at the very least the greatest knights in westeros. I do not know Essos well enough to make such a bold claim. Our knights are not green though, that would be quite disturbing. They are simply called knights of the green hand because they are sworn to my house, and our coat of arms is a green hand on a white field. But we have more than just knights. We have the most fertile lands in westeros, as well as the center of our faith, and the center of all scholarly knowledge on this continent. Not to mention the Arbor which produces unequaled wine." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 19:38:37 GMT
"The greatest knights," she said thoughtfully, noting he didn't look like one, exactly. "I would like to see them," she agreed, "and this center of wisdom. I have heard of the arbor, and its wine. I believe my father drinks it often." She is quiet then as she waits for him to say something else.
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Post by Lady Abigail Lannister on Aug 11, 2017 19:40:49 GMT
Haradras shook his head. "Not now," he said, "I have my duty. Tonight, perhaps, or tomorrow. We are not so uncultured as to abandon our own king's party." He grabbed her ass as a few people watched. "Not that uncultured, at least." Abigail almost looked disappointed but then smirked. "I'll see you then," she whispered, before reaching out and slapping Haradras across the face. With that she turned and walked back to her table. |
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 19:42:19 GMT
"You will see them competing in the tournament." Perceon promised. "And I am sure Lady Alyssa should be happy to give you a tour of the citadel should you find yourself in Oldtown."
Perceon hesitated a moment, thinking of what he ought to ask since apparently dragons were off the table. "How does Westeros compare to Essos?" he inquired. "Have you been here before? I should like to see Essos, but I have never been blessed with that opportunity."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 19:45:25 GMT
She thought a moment. "It is very different," she said, "In Essos the fields are larger and more packed with towns, but I only go to the cities," she admitted. "Lys, Braavos, Tyrosh. The countryside is all sellswords and bad men."
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 19:51:43 GMT
She thought a moment. "It is very different," she said, "In Essos the fields are larger and more packed with towns, but I only go to the cities," she admitted. "Lys, Braavos, Tyrosh. The countryside is all sellswords and bad men." "The order of the green hand keeps the roads of the Reach safe." Perceon informed her. "But unfortunately no doubt the same could be said of much of the rest of Westeros. What is your favorite city of those you visit?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 19:57:16 GMT
"Lys," she said without hesitation. "Everything is beautiful and in its place, every shop and street and alley is colored and active and the weather is sunny and warm near every day. It's like a paradise," she concluded. "I have heard Olftown is quite pleasant."
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 11, 2017 20:09:20 GMT
Alexandra Hightower Arrived at the feast, dressed in a low cut dress which showed a lot of her chest off, and which came up at the front to show off a air amount of her legs. It was a red dress, like the fire atop the Hightower.
She looked a lot like her sister, Alyssa, but obviously less refined.
She arrived in alone and looked around for some men to talk to and her eyes settled on Kyle Durradon.
She approached him daringly, for him being a prince.
"Good evening, would you like the pleasure of dancing with me?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 20:14:31 GMT
The prince turned about in confusion and his eyes widened as he saw her. "Um...well, yes," he stammered out. He put his hand out after a moment. "And....who are you? He asked. "And why are we not already together?"
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Post by King Theon IV Hoare on Aug 11, 2017 20:22:47 GMT
Theon was secretly very thankful to not be dancing anymore, and he managed not to crush his partner's feet. "Absolutely." He grinned. "What do princesses drink? I'll be sorely disappointed if it's rosewater with a spritz of lemon..."
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 11, 2017 20:24:08 GMT
"My name is Alex" She said, with a soft giggle, "That boring stick in the mud is my sister," She said, pointing out a woman who looked near identical to her who was talking to the Lannister Heir.
She took his hand and lead him to the dance floor, "I think because you had not met me yet."
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Post by Princess Melissa Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 20:25:57 GMT
"Only when I've decided I've had enough to drink and need to stop drinking wine," she said, winking. "I haven't got to that point yet. Do you have Arbor vintages here? Those are my favourite, of course, thanks to my Redwyne kin. But if you've not got it, mead will be lovely."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 20:28:45 GMT
"My name is Alex" She said, with a soft giggle, "That boring stick in the mud is my sister," She said, pointing out a woman who looked near identical to her who was talking to the Lannister Heir. She took his hand and lead him to the dance floor, "I think because you had not met me yet." Kyle isn't a bad dancer, but he is far from an exciting one, merely stolid, competent, but he seems half in love with the fiery girl already. "Well, I guess fate was just waiting for the right time," he said, managing to keep a level head. "The gods have their reasons, I've been told," he looked down the length of her dress, "who made that?" He asked. "It looks like a dragon's breath." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 20:31:47 GMT
Haradras shook his head. "Not now," he said, "I have my duty. Tonight, perhaps, or tomorrow. We are not so uncultured as to abandon our own king's party." He grabbed her ass as a few people watched. "Not that uncultured, at least." Abigail almost looked disappointed but then smirked. "I'll see you then," she whispered, before reaching out and slapping Haradras across the face. With that she turned and walked back to her table. After sitting down, a man approaches Abigail. "You're a really good dancer," he said, "but your partner was holding you back," he further claimed. He isn't wearing any identifiable insignia at all, he is tall and strongly built with wavy brown hair. "And that is just a shame, to spend hours getting ready for an event only to settle for scraps on the dance floor." |
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Post by Lady Abigail Lannister on Aug 11, 2017 20:39:38 GMT
After sitting down, a man approaches Abigail. "You're a really good dancer," he said, "but your partner was holding you back," he further claimed. He isn't wearing any identifiable insignia at all, he is tall and strongly built with wavy brown hair. "And that is just a shame, to spend hours getting ready for an event only to settle for scraps on the dance floor." Abigail looked up, taking in the man in a brief glance as every proper lady was able to do. "He was not the greatest dancer, no, though he impressed me with what he did know." She turned away again to take a sip from her wine, lingering for a moment to tease the newcomer. Finally she turned about again with a mischievous smile. "And your name, Ser?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 20:51:50 GMT
"I'm Devan," he said, "a pleasure." He offered a hand. "If you'd care to have a partner worthy of your talents."
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 11, 2017 20:53:47 GMT
Kyle isn't a bad dancer, but he is far from an exciting one, merely stolid, competent, but he seems half in love with the fiery girl already. "Well, I guess fate was just waiting for the right time," he said, managing to keep a level head. "The gods have their reasons, I've been told," he looked down the length of her dress, "who made that?" He asked. "It looks like a dragon's breath." She giggled again and moved his hand a bit further down her back, "Have you seen a dragon's breath then?" She asked, looking up at him. She was clearly enjoying the looks he was giving her and her chin raised as she ate up his attention. "I often think the gods have given me a couple of natural gifts" She grinned, "Perhaps a third one is you," |
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Post by Lord Reynard Serrett on Aug 11, 2017 20:55:31 GMT
Reynard: Crap Jason: Crap Dony: much better Guards: Chasing Dony outpaces the two sluggish westerners easily, dodging through tables, ruining ladies' dresses, and generally becoming a fine nuisance. He ducks the guards as he enters the kitchens, seeking the secant exits and hoping the chaos will be sufficient to enable an escape. He is quite close When Reynard managed to get to the back exit the kid had already been long gone, leading him to the conclusion that maybe he should go back to exercising more often. Before returning to the young Targaryen lady's company, the Treasurer waited for Jason to return from the pursuit. "I'm thanked for the quick reaction, Jason." He said, patting his friend on the shoulder. His heart still hadn't slowed down from the action. "Did you manage to get the urchin?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 20:56:21 GMT
"I have, actually," he said, "but it was nothing compared to you in tha dress," he whispered into her ear. "The gods emptied their vaults finding you gifts...". Alex heard a man chuckle at that.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 20:57:36 GMT
Reynard: Crap Jason: Crap Dony: much better Guards: Chasing Dony outpaces the two sluggish westerners easily, dodging through tables, ruining ladies' dresses, and generally becoming a fine nuisance. He ducks the guards as he enters the kitchens, seeking the secant exits and hoping the chaos will be sufficient to enable an escape. He is quite close When Reynard managed to get to the back exit the kid had already been long gone, leading him to the conclusion that maybe he should go back to exercising more often. Before returning to the young Targaryen lady's company, the Treasurer waited for Jason to return from the pursuit. "I'm thanked for the quick reaction, Jason." He said, patting his friend on the shoulder. His heart still hadn't slowed down from the action. "Did you manage to get the urchin?" "No," he grunted, "little bastard was quick. I didn't want to hurt anyone in the chase." He cursed. "I'll find him, I'd recognize that little rat face anywhere now." |
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Post by Lady Abigail Lannister on Aug 11, 2017 20:59:17 GMT
"I'm Devan," he said, "a pleasure." He offered a hand. "If you'd care to have a partner worthy of your talents." "Well then, Devan," Abigail said, rising and taking the offered hand. "Let me see what you can do then." |
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 11, 2017 21:01:04 GMT
"I have, actually," he said, "but it was nothing compared to you in tha dress," he whispered into her ear. "The gods emptied their vaults finding you gifts...". Alex heard a man chuckle at that. "When did you see that? I'd love to see a dragon, it must be quite a sight if it beats me" Alex smiled at him and winked quickly, but then looked round at the person who was laughing, to see who it was. |
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 21:02:24 GMT
"Lys," she said without hesitation. "Everything is beautiful and in its place, every shop and street and alley is colored and active and the weather is sunny and warm near every day. It's like a paradise," she concluded. "I have heard Olftown is quite pleasant." "You would like Oldtown, I think." Perceon offered. "It's a lot more stone than color, but if you can accept that I only have memories of it smelling exceptional for a city of its size every time I have visited. And its streets, while confusing, have a charm to them other cities do not. Although you have made Lys sound even better. Now I shall truly have to journey over there to see it." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 21:54:02 GMT
Devan is a phenomenal dancer, his hips and legs moving in easy coordination, his arms strong and soft on her skin. He grins at her. "Did you not know men like us were in your backyard?" He asked. "Waiting for our chance?"
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Alex sees the dragon prince Viserys laughing, then he tries bravely to hold it in while she sees him, but his smile is mirthful rather than truly mean. "I saw one when I was overseas fighting with the Targaryens," he said, "they unleashed one against some Norvosi soldiers who had killed an emissary. It was..like seeing the hammer of god." He leaned in, "but you've matched its fire."
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The dragon princess found this talk more appealing. "Well, she said, "I shall visit Oldtown," she stated. "And soon. I am quite bored of being in Pentos right now. There's nothing going on, which means my mother finds the most inane activities for me to do."
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