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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 18:57:16 GMT
Prince Torrhenawaits his companions for a ride down the coast of the gorgeous lake. He has four heavily armed guards for security, and he even brought a septa to quell any lascivious rumors. That the septa is his bastard aunt and has four children herself is hardly of anyone outside the North's concern.
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Post by Princess Melissa Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 19:22:00 GMT
Melissa arrived, wearing her usual riding leathers and rather pleased at the freedom they would give her, after being obliged to wear courtly attire throughout her time in Harrenhal so far.
"Good morning!" She called out, as she approached the prince.
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 11, 2017 20:32:35 GMT
Alyssa arrived with her sister, who looked like she could be her twin, rather than a year younger.
"Prince Torhhen" She greeted, "May I introduce my sister, Alexandra," She said and the woman practically moved in front of her, "What an honour" She said with a little giggle.
Behind her Alyssa was trying hard not to show her disapproval.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 20:42:09 GMT
The young prince nodded politely, and even to Alyssa's practiced eye at spotting peelers he was apparently not looking at her sister's more...adventurous garb. "The honor can be yours, the pleasure is most certainly mine," he responded. He bowed to Melissa. "My princess," he said, "are you all ready? I have a lunch ready for us," he added, "and I hope that bringing some wine wasn't too risqué for delicate southern sensibilities?" He jested. "I mean, you all made it in the first place but still."
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Post by Princess Melissa Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 20:46:27 GMT
"I'm ready," Melissa declared. "Let's have a good gallop before our wine. We can let the wind run through her hair and so forth. I'm enjoying our visit here, but it will be wonderful to let loose for a while. If you're all agreeable, of course?" She looked around the group.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 20:52:53 GMT
"I was born to gallop," Torrhen said. "And my guards horses are rather reliable but not the fastest, so it may allow us a rare moment of privacy. I despise crowds," he admitted.
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Post by Princess Melissa Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 21:20:50 GMT
"Alyssa, Alexandra? Will you gallop with us?" Melissa asked.
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Post by Lady Alyssa Hightower on Aug 11, 2017 21:23:42 GMT
"Of course, I do love a good ride" Alex said with a grin, and put her heels into her horse.
Alyssa who was still a little fragile from the emotional ordeal of the night before just followed on, looking embarrassed all over again.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 21:28:28 GMT
They move quickly, the unarmored nobles gliding over the road, as the guards moved behind, keeping within a safe distance. For forty minutes they go at high speeds, until they come to a hill overlooking the lake, city and castle from afar. Torrhen rides up it and dismounts, taking in the sight. "How the hell did those stages build this?" He asked. "It even makes Winterfell seem tiny."
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Post by Princess Melissa Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 21:37:43 GMT
"They had a lot of thralls and smallfolk to work for them," Melissa remarked. "No reaver would dirty his hands with physical labour. It's impressive, though. But it definitely doesn't feel as welcoming as Highgarden."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 21:45:37 GMT
"Is it so nice?" He asked. "Maybe I should visit." He offered to help Alex and Melissa off their horses first, and then Alyssa. He opens up a skin of wine. "I should paint it," he said. "This scene here, for posterity to enjoy."
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Post by Princess Melissa Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 22:01:58 GMT
""You're an artist?" Melissa asked, interested. "I didn't know Northmen were into such activities. Do you have an example of your work with you? Or back in Harrenhal?"
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