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Post by The Great Other on Aug 24, 2012 13:42:43 GMT -5
Soon trumpets are sounded with the Song of Dragons as young ladies of 14 years or younger begin to sing the lyrics of the song.
Soon the crown princess is seen at the Steps of the Sept, walked beside her is her father the king to her left, and her sister Aelinor on her right, with Markar and Richard Stark separated from the back and the front. She had long beautiful white hair and it seemed to be that her purple eyes stood out like stars.
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 24, 2012 13:45:22 GMT -5
Cedric craned his neck, trying to get a better view of the procession.
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 24, 2012 13:45:48 GMT -5
Princess Lavinia studied the girl with marked disinterest. Should the bride not usually be the most beautiful woman in the room? Well, with the Martell princess there it was hard, of course.
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Aug 24, 2012 13:48:22 GMT -5
Aelinor looked as regal as the others of her family in her family. Her violet eyes scanned the crowd as she walked slowly beside her sister.
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Post by Ser Edric Reed on Aug 24, 2012 13:49:12 GMT -5
Although the bride and her sister looked stunning Edric could not take his eyes off the Gold Cloak. Something about the young man was unsettling.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 13:53:35 GMT -5
Arthur saw Eldric watching the psuedo-gold cloak. This could be bad, he thought.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 13:57:25 GMT -5
Pod looked at the bride and took some more notes...
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 14:09:09 GMT -5
It was getting hot and Pod began to sweat.
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Liam Sand
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Post by Liam Sand on Aug 24, 2012 14:40:28 GMT -5
Liam stood, attempting to peer over or through the crowd in order to get a glimpse of the procession. He regretted taking a seat so far back from the main aisle of the sept as he had never before been present at a royal wedding. "I suppose they'd push the bastards to the back of the hall, anyway," he muttered begrudgingly as he retook his seat.
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Post by Ser Edric Reed on Aug 24, 2012 14:56:14 GMT -5
Edric wonders in his head: Why is that guard smiling? Most of my men are miserable...
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 15:14:09 GMT -5
Arthur didn't feel right without armor and a sword in his hand. He felt itchy. "I need to hurt someone." he muttered, glaring at the foreign gold cloak
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 15:45:49 GMT -5
Podrick grunted. Now I see why the Red Priests were burning septons...
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Post by Ser Hyde Mormont on Aug 24, 2012 15:46:54 GMT -5
Hyde enters The Grate Sept walking fast and sweating a bit, it had been a long trip, and he was late.
Lots of people, he thinks and goes to find a seat to rest and drink something.
He sees some Lords and Sers seating somewhere behind, so he goes there. Not wanting to enter in other people's business he seats at the side of a man taking notes and driking water, Heh water. He asks for wine and tries to enjoy the view.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 16:02:05 GMT -5
"Hey, lad, don't worry you missed nothing... there has been a pretty childs choir and the septon speaking a bunch of bullshit..." He told the northerner that had just sitted by his side... "By the way, I'm Ser Podrick Baelish..."
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 24, 2012 16:14:53 GMT -5
Felric could hear singing. Blasted wedding had started already. He hadn't wanted to attend, but his father had insisted he pay his respects. It had taken this long to enter the Sept.
Coming in at the back, he sits quickly in the closest seat. He could place his gift on the table with no one the wiser.
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