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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 22:49:20 GMT -5
"Good Evening my lady. I am sorry I startled you, was it my scar? Sometimes it startles me too." He smiled at his jape. "My question is your highness, how would you like to be Queen of Love and Beauty at the tourney? If I win, I will crown you it myself." He bowed to the King. "Not my fault your grace. I was only half drunk on sweet Arbor wine. I merely stepped out for cool air."
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Aug 24, 2012 22:50:03 GMT -5
Aelinor blushed slightly at her father's comments and remained silent taking another sip of her Dornish wine. The she looked at Ser Hightower,"No it was not your scar", she chuckled,"I am not used to being approached in such a manner. I usually have my nose in a book as my father says."
Nodding at him with a grin,"And if you want to honor me as such then that would be fine. And I thank you."
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Aug 24, 2012 22:51:47 GMT -5
"You know I would offer to have them all up in Winterfell but with the repairs and now this hunt I do not wish to bring any danger to my Kin. I shall see them before I leave however they are at the Manse I take it?" He asks.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 22:54:34 GMT -5
"First, I must win. Which I plan to. How is someone as beautiful as you not spoken for yet?"
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 24, 2012 22:55:38 GMT -5
"Of course Princess Martell...I am pleased that the Dorne and yourself are still followers of the Iron Throne." He makes a somewhat sly grin.
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"Oh boy! would that be just amazing, I would get to be a Knight?" The little Lord Tyrell says loudly.
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 24, 2012 22:57:45 GMT -5
"That is good to hear, your Grace," Lavinia said, smiling boldly at the king before turning to the Queen. "Might I say how beautiful you look tonight, my Queen. Simply stuffing."
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Aug 24, 2012 22:58:00 GMT -5
Shrugging, she looked back her father then again at Ser Hightower. "I am the youngest, so my life has been centered around my education and tutoring in various things with the permission of my parents. I more or less saw myself sitting on my father's small council but I never considered it until I saw my siblings today."
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 23:01:13 GMT -5
Arthur chuckled. "A woman as beautiful as you could have any man in the kingdom. I trust I shall see you on the morrow?"
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 24, 2012 23:03:30 GMT -5
"Yes they are currently in the Manse. It is much more spacious than the Hand's Tower, after all. I am sure they would love to see you, so please stop by before you leave."
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Cedric couldn't help but laugh at the boy's eagerness. Was I like this when I was his age? "One step at a time, but perhaps one day you will be blessed by a septon like your father and I. First, I must petition the King though. It was good seeing you my Lord."
Cedric stood up from his kneeling position, and bowed to the little lord before retreating into the crowded hall.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 24, 2012 23:04:48 GMT -5
Lorraine was late to the party. She had gone to her chambers after the ceremony, begging her mother-in-law's pardon and promising to be at the feast later that evening. The ceremony had been very beautiful, despite the drunken Ser Hightower's brief interruption, and had left tears in her eyes. She had not allowed them to overflow until she was safe in her chamber.
Still dressed in the same dark burgundy gown from the ceremony, she scanned the crowded room. She noticed Hightower near Aelinor and frowned. He should not be making eyes at the young princess. But they were under the eyes of the king, so Lorraine left them alone. She wanted to drink.
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Aug 24, 2012 23:05:23 GMT -5
Blushing again at his comment,"I have never thought of it, honestly." She sipped her wine again,"And yes I shall be at the tourney, Ser Hightower, I also wish you good fortune as well."
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 24, 2012 23:07:11 GMT -5
The king coughs, quite annoyed by his arrogance and when he ignored his question. "Ser Hightower." He says firmly.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 23:07:42 GMT -5
"Yes, your Grace?"
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 24, 2012 23:08:16 GMT -5
Lorraine was late to the party. She had gone to her chambers after the ceremony, begging her mother-in-law's pardon and promising to be at the feast later that evening. The ceremony had been very beautiful, despite the drunken Ser Hightower's brief interruption, and had left tears in her eyes. She had not allowed them to overflow until she was safe in her chamber. Still dressed in the same dark burgundy gown from the ceremony, she scanned the crowded room. She noticed Hightower near Aelinor and frowned. He should not be making eyes at the young princess. But they were under the eyes of the king, so Lorraine left them alone. She wanted to drink. Lavinia approached Lorraine with two glasses of wine in hand, Dornish Red of course. "Ah, the unfortunate Lannister girl, if I remember correctly," She said, holding out one of the glasses. "Did you enjoy the ceremony?" |
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 24, 2012 23:09:57 GMT -5
Oh no, its her again, thought Lorraine nervously. "Ah, thank you," she said aloud, taking the glass. "It was quite beautiful, yes."
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