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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 26, 2012 0:49:53 GMT -5
"Oh yes, the shoes! Stay here a minute..." Lorraine ran down the hall and fetched a pair of shoes from her room. They weren't as pretty or as fancy as what Lavinia usually wore, but they would do. Lorraine wondered if the Princess' feet might be too wide for them, and resigned herself to having the shoes ruined. "Here you are," she said, presenting the shoes.
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 26, 2012 0:54:59 GMT -5
When Lavinia saw the shoes she pouted a little, her eyes disbelieving. She took them from Lorraine before looking up at her. "Well, one thing is for certain," She said as she put the shoes on, that smirk suddenly back on her face. "Even though I am fat I am still way more beautiful than you." She winked.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 26, 2012 1:02:24 GMT -5
Lorraine frowned. Perhaps this Princess had more than weight problems. Her expression had changed in a split second. "Perhaps that is so." She considered snatching the shoes back and ordering the girl out of the Manse.
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 26, 2012 1:05:08 GMT -5
Lavinia gave a laugh. "You should mind your manners, little girl. I am a princess of Dorne and people will still kiss my feet." She remained where she was, one hand on her hip again.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 26, 2012 1:10:54 GMT -5
Lorraine's eyebrows darted further up her forehead. "Little? Certainly, compared to you...you... pig!" She fumed and snatched the shoes back. The feelings of pity retreated at last. "I will have you know that I am two-and-twenty, a respectable widow of one of the most powerful houses in Westeros. You, YOU!" She seethed. "You may be a princess of Dorne, but you are nothing but a slut! And now you are a fat slut with no shoes! See how far that takes you! Now leave this house!"
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 26, 2012 1:13:28 GMT -5
The Martell Princess glared at Lorraine, her mouth wide open, before she turned and stormed off.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 26, 2012 1:21:45 GMT -5
Lorraine, still fuming, retreated to her chambers, leaving the porter staring after her.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 27, 2012 10:02:21 GMT -5
Lorraine hovered in the entrance hall. Ser Tytos, her brother-in-law, was meant to arrive today. She hadn't seen him in four years, not since the funeral of dear Tybolt. She wondered how much he had grown and changed...after all, four years could make a lot of difference in a boy of 18. She looked at herself in the mirror. She knew it made a lot of difference in herself.
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Post by Ser Tytos Lannister on Aug 27, 2012 10:04:03 GMT -5
He would be seen walking through the Entrance hall, lute strapped to his back, the long wavy blonde hair, along with his tan skin with martell features, the green eyes move around the hall calmly.
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Post by Ser Nestor Clegane on Aug 27, 2012 10:05:46 GMT -5
Nestor walks to the Lannister Manse. He had not properly spoken to the Lannisters since arriving in Kingslanding. He would have to change that.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 27, 2012 10:06:15 GMT -5
The porter let the young Ser in, bowing his head in reverence. This young man was third in line to the Lannister Lordship. Unexpectedly, Ser Nestor Clegane was on his heels.
Lorraine got to her feet. "Oh, Tytos, its so good to see you again!" She clasped her brother-in-law in a hug. She regretted her forwardness when she spied Ser Nestor. "Oh, pardon me. Are you not of the Clegane family?" she looked him up and down, noting his size.
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Post by Ser Nestor Clegane on Aug 27, 2012 10:11:51 GMT -5
"Yes M'Lady, I am Ser Nestor.... Pup Clegane, your father-in-law Knighted me." Nestor was embarrassed to not have noticed he was following Tytos Lannister, he should have said something to him earlier. he bowed before both of the Lannisters.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 27, 2012 10:13:19 GMT -5
"I believe I spied you at the wedding. You are rather head and shoulders above most people." She smiled to him as he rose from his bow. "It is nice to meet you properly at last."
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Post by Ser Nestor Clegane on Aug 27, 2012 10:17:11 GMT -5
"It is nice to properly meet you as well, Tybolt told me about you during the war." Nestor replies, then wishes he could take the second part back, hoping Tybolt was not still a sore subject.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 27, 2012 10:20:38 GMT -5
Tybolt...that was the problem with large reunions like this. Everyone knew him. She did not, no more than the few nights they had spent together before he went back to battle. "Did he?" She smiled nostalgically. "And what did he say?"
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