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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 9, 2012 11:33:43 GMT -5
"I..." Lorraine blushed heavily. It was soon...too soon? She decided it didn't matter, since, as Lord Stark had said, neither of them were getting any younger. "I would..." She trembled. "I will be your Lady."
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Sept 9, 2012 12:47:33 GMT -5
He smiles at he, probably the happiest he has been in a while. "Thank you Lorraine, you have made this old wolfs day." He leans down and kisses her.
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Sept 9, 2012 13:31:16 GMT -5
Aelinor's horizon gaze is interrupted by the words, "By my Lady Stark" and "I will". She looked down at Lord Stark and Lorraine smiling. "Hurray!!!! Finally!!!", she yelled at them both, with a huge smile. "I will send a raven to my father myself just to congratulate you two."
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 9, 2012 21:13:47 GMT -5
Lorraine looked up, horrifically embarrassed. "Aelinor!" she said, surprised to see her there. She wondered if the princess had been watching the entire time. She clasped her hands to her cheeks. "Perhaps you shouldn't send the raven just yet...after all, we do have far to go."
(OOC: Its so funny you say finally since its been ~3 days in game time >.<)
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 10, 2012 19:35:30 GMT -5
The following day was a day of relaxation and soon the next day dawns and the caravan is ready to move north again.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 10, 2012 20:04:20 GMT -5
Everyone in the party was grouping up, readying themselves for the ride north. There was a confusion of horses, men, and carts as the final checks were made.
Lorraine was clad once again in her divided riding skirts and her thick fur-lined cloak. She led her horse by its bridle, waiting until everyone was ready to depart before mounting. She had enjoyed the past two days of calm and relaxation, but was more than ready to move on. The journey to Winterfell was more exciting to her than before, as now she would see it in a different light; her future home.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Sept 11, 2012 17:43:19 GMT -5
Wilhelm helps Lorraine to her horse, squeezing her hand with a smile he lets go and walks over to his own horse and mounts it.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 11, 2012 22:34:38 GMT -5
Lorraine was lifted to her horse by strong hands. She gasped, not expecting to be picked up at that moment, but smiled at Lord Stark when she realised it was he. She pulled her mount in a circle. The creature was impatient, it seemed, and charged with the excitement of being in a crowd of so many who were mounted. She pulled up alongside Aelinor's carriage.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Sept 12, 2012 1:08:32 GMT -5
Wilhelm slows down his horse so its next to Lorraine's, "Are you alright?" He asks her.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 12, 2012 1:12:50 GMT -5
"I am fine, merely anxious to be off," she said. "How many days ride is it to Winterfell?"
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Sept 12, 2012 1:19:07 GMT -5
"A couple....It will be hard, even in the middle of summer, Winter is still Coming." He smiles to her.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 12, 2012 1:25:16 GMT -5
"I suppose I should get used to that. Winter is coming." She smiled. "And I am sure its not all inns and soft beds on the road to Winterfell. But it will be worth it. I greatly desire to see your home."
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Sept 12, 2012 1:30:53 GMT -5
"I must tell you its not in its best state, not for holding a woman of your statue, most defiantly, I was unlucky that this trip happened during the middle of my repairs." He says to her.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 12, 2012 1:37:18 GMT -5
"Aelinor and I seem to have the worst timing all around. Poor Lord Arryn's father is dead, and your seat is not yet fully rebuilt," Lorraine sighed. "And the wildlings are attacking Castle Black..."
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Sept 12, 2012 1:41:29 GMT -5
"Your worried for me?" He smiles reaching out touching her cheek. "Trust me...if your arrow in my back can not stop me some half men waving sticks will not best you." He gives a tiny chuckle.
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