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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 28, 2012 15:52:39 GMT -5
Lucas sniffed again.
"My Lord has sent me with an offer for you."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 28, 2012 15:53:41 GMT -5
"I see... and what that would be?" Said Pod anxious...
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 28, 2012 15:56:29 GMT -5
"To offer, as agreed with your father." He paused for the effect. "The hand of his daughter."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 28, 2012 16:01:09 GMT -5
The news shocked Pod. "Lady Mariana? I don't see her since a long time ago... How old is she now? 18? 20?..." He took a deep breath. "It will be an honor to accept... but why this now? Is he dying?"
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 28, 2012 16:03:35 GMT -5
"Any man would want to see his only, beloved daughter wed." Lucas answered, with a look to suggest that he didnt think that Baelish was good enough for her.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 28, 2012 16:15:33 GMT -5
This would make me... Heir to Heart's Home and Lady Forlorn He dared not to say the words out loud, Luca was not the kind of trustable man. "Then the marriage should be as soon as possible, I'm leaving to the Fingers on the morrow, we shall marry as soon as I arrive, send a letter to my Lord Father and Lord Lyonel... I shall go to the court right now to tell the news." He left the man alone and went running to saddle Titan.
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 28, 2012 16:18:48 GMT -5
Lucas rolled his eyes
"Joyous."
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 3, 2012 0:43:21 GMT -5
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Gerold knocked on the door. Finding the Master of Whisperers had proven to be impossible, and apparently, the Baelishs were the second most unreliable backstabbers in the city. Podrick wasn't a fool though. He would have to be careful.
Gerold waited for a reply from either the servants or hopefully, from Pod himself.
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 3, 2012 16:39:55 GMT -5
After knocking several times with no response, Gerold gave up and left.
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 3, 2012 17:14:18 GMT -5
A boy runs into Gerold as he turns and leaves.
"Omph! Sorry Ser...."
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 3, 2012 17:38:21 GMT -5
"Goodbye boy." Gerold swept past the lad, cloak flowing in the breeze. If Baelish wasn't available immediately, time was more of the essence. He walked down several flights of steps to his room, to fetch supplies for the journey.
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 3, 2012 17:43:04 GMT -5
"But...do you work here? I have a message from Podrick Baelish!" He crys.
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 3, 2012 17:52:20 GMT -5
Oh, excellent, thought Gerold. Gathering information had always come easy as breathing to him, and he would often cheat, lie, and pay excessive amounts of gold just to get a scrap of information. Hopefully, this scrap would come easier.
"I may be able to help you. Ser Podrick is not in the Red Keep at the moment, but he is meeting me in the city later today. Give the note to me and I will deliver it to him."
Gerold softened the boy's resolve with a copper.
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 3, 2012 18:20:36 GMT -5
The boy nods and takes the gold running off. The Message is about his wedding and Gerold was invited.
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 3, 2012 18:33:55 GMT -5
Gerold pondered the invitation. It was suspicious, no doubt. He had only been in the capital for a day, and he was a lesser loved lord than his brother, Arthur. The Baelishs were well known for their trickiness, so caution was definitely a good idea. His trip to Oldtown would have to wait. He had some research to do.
Gerold scanned the guest list for other notable lords and ladies invited, and for the date of the event.
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