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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 24, 2012 12:31:53 GMT -5
"Oh, but it won't be for long," Lavinia replied, indicating her tan. "You are likely to end with skin as beautifully bronzed as mine if you visit. Oh, it would simply be lovely!"
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 12:33:24 GMT -5
With wine in hand, Hightower strode over to Pod Baelish. "When will this damn wedding start?"
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 12:35:27 GMT -5
He met Ser Arthur drinking. "Ser, have you seen that last goldcloak to enter? He had an essosi accent... Keep one eye on him..."
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 24, 2012 12:38:00 GMT -5
The Goldcloaks note the voice but he is tired and bored to death. "Fine, have fun with the nobles. Enjoy your time on duty, I am going to drink." He laughs and leaves Danilo to be his replacement.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 24, 2012 12:38:19 GMT -5
"I fear my skin would quickly turn as red as my hair, Princess." She bowed, thinking that she would rather speak to the rude, womanizing Hightower than this shrewd, pridefull Martell.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 12:39:01 GMT -5
"Yes, I saw him enter. What should I do of it?"
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 24, 2012 12:39:29 GMT -5
"Well, if you say so," Lavinia said, now pouting. "I believe I shall try and find a seat for this wedding. Enjoy the ceremony."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 12:41:35 GMT -5
"Just keep one eye at him, this evening may still end up in blood..." He told the drunkard
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 12:43:07 GMT -5
Arthur sobered up at the sound of a fight. "Should I have my sword retrieved?"
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Post by Ser Edric Reed on Aug 24, 2012 12:43:43 GMT -5
Noticing one of the Goldcloak guards leaving the Sept Edric rushes over to him.
"Just where do you think you're going lad? The wedding hasn't even started yet and you're wondering away from your post?"
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 24, 2012 12:44:36 GMT -5
She inclined her head to the Princess as she went to find a seat. Lorraine didn't think the slinky gown would be able to handle the strain of sitting down, but she had been surprised by the dress several times today. She wondered who was the Martell's dressmaker.
Alone again in the crowd of people, Lorraine finally found a moment to sip again on her glass of arbor gold. It was sweet, but not as sweet as the vintage kept in the Lannister Manse. She found her eyes roaming again, watching for anything that might prove useful in the future.
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 24, 2012 12:46:59 GMT -5
The High Septon walks up and asks Markar to step to the side and sets up the Prince for the wedding. He turns and looks to the group.
"Lords, Ladies, and Honored Guests, please take a seat and the wedding will begin shortly."
With that the King and the Hand leave the Booth and leave out the back.
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 24, 2012 12:47:40 GMT -5
Lavinia, now in the presence of Damon Wyl, sat down. In the front row of course.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 12:48:10 GMT -5
"The guards won't permit... My manse is near here... When he is alone and distracted we knock his head and take him there" He told The Young Bull...
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 24, 2012 12:49:01 GMT -5
The Goldcloak nods to the new man. "He is my replacement, talk to him." he states to Edric
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