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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 24, 2012 21:24:51 GMT -5
"Of course, your Gracre, that is understandable," Lavinia said, looking back at the king with an innocent smile. "My father, nevertheless, is still a little... peeved, shall we say." She giggled.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Aug 24, 2012 21:24:51 GMT -5
Wilhelm enters and walks over to his Uncle he has been wanting to speak too for a while. "Richard, good to see you again Uncle. How fairs it in Kings Landing?" He asks.
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Aug 24, 2012 21:25:04 GMT -5
Aelinor smiled,"Well, it's alright... This day has been rather busy for all of us."
"The travel from Dorne must have been tiring for you as well",she smiled lightly,"That must have been what caused you yawn at the end of the ceremony?".
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 24, 2012 21:26:30 GMT -5
Lavinia turned back to Aelinor. "Oh yes; I apologize ever so much! I have still not quite recovered from the grueling journey. The Boneway is such a dull road to travel." She yawned again.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 21:30:53 GMT -5
"Your grace, I'm grateful if your kindness, I must defend the honor of my family. I would sworn my services for house Targaryen, being known as a great economist I'd offer to work as Master Of Coin but the cargo is already occupied..."
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Aug 24, 2012 21:31:49 GMT -5
Aelinor nodded,"It's quite alright, I assure you. I do understand." Watching her yawn again,"Maybe you need to excuse yourself and get some rest. I would hate for you to fall asleep during the festivities of tonight."
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 24, 2012 21:33:23 GMT -5
"Oh, do not worry about me," Lavinia replied, smirking. "I will simply have a glass of wine; Dornish Red always perks me up again. Perhaps I should fetch you a glass a swell?"
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 24, 2012 21:33:59 GMT -5
The Hand of the King was wearing a scowl on his face, most likely due to the shenanigans in the Sept, but his mood noticeable lightens when he sees his nephew.
"Wilhelm, it is good to see you too. As it were, the weather is not quite to my liking, and helping run a kingdom is no small task. How goes the rebuilding of Winterfell?"
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Aug 24, 2012 21:42:01 GMT -5
He gives a deep sigh. "Slow, some bastards raided Winterfell when I was returning from the Vale of Arryn, they stole Ice, I need to return soon to Hunt for it." He gives scowl and a low growl.
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Aug 24, 2012 21:42:11 GMT -5
"Of course", Aelinor smiled at the invitation to a glass of Dornish Red,"Thank you."
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 24, 2012 21:42:56 GMT -5
"Then pray excuse me, Princess," Lavinia said, curtsying again as she flashed the king a grin and winked, before walking off to find some wine.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 21:45:59 GMT -5
Ser Arthur Hightower strode up to the King and kneeled. "Your Grace, I am sorry about my rudeness earlier at the wedding. If there is anything you need of me, such as a guard for your daughter or such, please don't hesitate to ask."
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Aug 24, 2012 21:50:27 GMT -5
Aelinor nodded with a smile,"Yes of course." She also noticed the Princess' gestures towards he father. As Princess Martell left, Aelinor looked at her father again, letting him know that she did notice.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 21:51:53 GMT -5
Pod approached Lord Willhelm. "I've heard you talking to you uncle... I was planning to visit Winterfell after the wedding. And I need a chance to redeem myself with you and the Hand... So could I accompany you in your quest to retrieve Ice."
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 24, 2012 21:53:19 GMT -5
Harold sighs. "Yes I am fine, I miss Highgarden though....I miss my family....however his Majesty has been ever so kind to me. Allowing me to stay here until I can grow older and marry.
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The King nods to Aelinor, "What was it you wanted to talk about my lovely daughter?"
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