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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 24, 2017 1:22:18 GMT -5
Yo)
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Post by Hollywillow on Jul 24, 2017 2:03:12 GMT -5
Farsyrys nodded, "I-"
She was rudely interrupted by a palace guard who had stopped to ask Seth something. She immediately ducked down and pulled her hood further down her face to avoid being seen. "You. There." The guard demanded at Seth, "Have you seen this girl?" He held up a portrait of the Targaryen Princess.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 24, 2017 2:37:12 GMT -5
Seth shakes his head. "No, I haven't seen her."
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Post by deathlover on Jul 24, 2017 4:51:16 GMT -5
(Hello)
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Post by Dragoness on Jul 24, 2017 5:06:12 GMT -5
Hellu }
Daeryssa felt her blood bubble with exasperation, but forced herself to shove it down. She curtsied bluntly once again, before stepping down to let Athen speak. The Dornish prince was just as disturbed, though much better at hiding it. He had been prepared for the culture shock it was to travel away from the South, but it angered him all the same how men treated women here. However, he bowed obediently before the man, and finally adressed him himself "I am perfectly capable of speaking for myself, Your Grace. However, this regards her. She speaks true; we have travelled the long way from our Dornish home to ask of you to grant Daeryssa the name of Yronwood and abolish her status as a bastard." A short pause followed, before Athen added with a regal voice "Doing so, would please the Princess of Dorne greatly." A slight threat was implied; refusing would be an insult.
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Post by Hollywillow on Jul 24, 2017 7:27:41 GMT -5
"Princess of Dorne, hm?" Idrys asked. This topic had finally piqued his interest with the mention of the Princess. He shifted in his throne once more and finally turned to look at Daeryssa. "Of course," he agreed, giving his audience a cold smile. "And, I apologize for the absence of my sister. She can be...." he searched for the right word, "trying." He stood up from his throne and to his full height as his violet eyes flashed with menace. "This calls for a feast! I welcome you to stay in MY abode for as long as needed." The benefit of his kingdom was on the top of his priority list, always. Even if that meant sacrificing some things. He wouldn't hesitate to give up things to make sure his throne was intact.
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Post by Hollywillow on Jul 24, 2017 7:31:58 GMT -5
Seth shakes his head. "No, I haven't seen her." "Search the ship!" The guard ordered immediately, waving soldiers toward the ship. "Darn," Farsyrys muttered, pulling her hood down even more and slouching down...hopefully enough to avoid the soldiers.
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Post by liz on Jul 24, 2017 8:58:15 GMT -5
"Then I shall meet you by the stables, my lord." Dyana said before swiftly returning to her chambers to shift through small back of clothes. Of course she had nothing warm, so she chose her most comfortable dress and prayed the wind would not strike as fiercely as the Lord had said. Finding the stables was a slightly challenge but soon found her horse and began looking for her saddle and reins:
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Post by Taiyou on Jul 24, 2017 11:22:41 GMT -5
Hey)
"Yes, I believe his either in his chambers or roaming around the castle." Lucanus said turning around."Let's head back and find out."
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Post by Dragoness on Jul 24, 2017 13:56:23 GMT -5
"Princess of Dorne, hm?" Idrys asked. This topic had finally piqued his interest with the mention of the Princess. He shifted in his throne once more and finally turned to look at Daeryssa. "Of course," he agreed, giving his audience a cold smile. "And, I apologize for the absence of my sister. She can be...." he searched for the right word, "trying." He stood up from his throne and to his full height as his violet eyes flashed with menace. "This calls for a feast! I welcome you to stay in MY abode for as long as needed." The benefit of his kingdom was on the top of his priority list, always. Even if that meant sacrificing some things. He wouldn't hesitate to give up things to make sure his throne was intact. Daeryssa let out a relieved breath, and exchanged a quick smile with Athen. Despite the king's menacing nature, she believed he would keep his word. He might be cold as ice, but he definitely wasn't stupid. Dorne was a powerful ally to have, and had a long history with House Targaryen. Rumor has it that there were disturbances between many of the great houses further north, so having the support of House Martell with its fifty-thousand men could be crucial should a conflict arise. "You have my sincere gratitude, Your Grace. House Yronwood will not forget this act of kindness." "Neither will Martell", Athen promised. He should be relieved - and he was, of course - but he couldn't help but wonder what he had gotten himself into. The king would be expecting something in return, and King Idrys Targaryen was not a man of compassion or forgiveness. However, he was someone his mother wanted strong bonds to, and Athen was determined to establish that. Anything for Dorne, he reminded himself, as he often had to do. At the mention of the Targaryen princess, Athen sharpened his ears. He had really hoped to meet her during their stay. In fact, he was certain that was a huge part of why his mother sent him on this journey. A marriage pact would certainly seal a possible alliance with the Iron Throne. "If you don't mind be asking, where is Her Royal Highness?"
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Post by deathlover on Jul 24, 2017 14:50:31 GMT -5
(You know what we need. We need a party or something. I'm just sitting here doing nothing.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 24, 2017 15:45:18 GMT -5
(Maybe it's something the Lannisters could host. A tournament or just a ball in general. And with Maverick thinking he is sneaky even invites Dyana and her cousin hoping to apologize or something silly like that)
Seth takes a couple of steps back and bites his lip. He never liked the city guards. They were always so rude and mean to him. Seth looked to his mentor though he simply looked annoyed.
A older man and his apprentice walk over and start saddling up Dyana's horse. Lord Calvin was waiting near by with his horse. His horse was a dark bay stallion known as Storm Rider. Calvin hands Dyana a comfortable looking cloak. "I don't know what the weather will be like but thought you might want this."
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Post by Dragoness on Jul 24, 2017 15:56:20 GMT -5
Yass, I'm totally up for a ball or a tourney! Tho maybe it would be better if the Crown hosted so it's more of a neutral ground with all the Great Houses assembled? But idk
I'm working on some Tullys since they have been kinda neglected so far lol. It would be fun if we had members of all the Great Houses by the time of the ball/tourney/whatever }
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Post by Dragoness on Jul 24, 2017 15:58:23 GMT -5
But I'm up for a Branda/Dallon encounter now if you want, death }
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Post by deathlover on Jul 24, 2017 16:08:57 GMT -5
(Dallen and alrighty. He's kinda just outside Winterfell after Tobias uncle left him)
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Post by Dragoness on Jul 24, 2017 16:58:34 GMT -5
Okii }
Branda Stark smiled as she tasted the cold twilight air. The moon had just started to show between the clouds, and she was finally out of the castle. Lord Stark's only daughter loved this time of the day, and often went on rides with her horse and her direwolf. Winter, almost as big as the horse, was a calm wolf for the most part, but Branda knew he didn't like being so much inside. Well, neither did she, so she could hardly blame him. Branda walked down the cold streets of Winterfell with the reins of her horse in her right hand, and Winter flanking her left side. Occasionally she stopped to converse with a citizen or two, but for the most part she just watched. Branda talked to the common people because she knew their support was vital to a prosperous Winterfell. However, now most of them were far too scared of the gigantic hound walking next to her to go anywhere nearby her. But that was not necessarily bad. A little show of the Starks' power was only healthy. She needed to be percieved as a friend of the people, yet elevated firmly above them. Adoration mixed with awe - that was the secret to the perfect, loyal subjects. Lost in thoughts of such things, Branda did not notice the dark silhouette before her, and suddenly bumped into a man with her right shoulder.
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Post by deathlover on Jul 24, 2017 17:34:04 GMT -5
The owl on his shoulder she bumped into screeched and hissed at her, its feathers fluffing up in a way to make itself appear bigger than what it really was. It didn't seem to be afraid of the wolf before it as it tried to snap at her only to be grabbed by the man. "Why you please behave for once you annoying bird?" he hissed at it before petting its neck calming him down. "Sorry about him. He's just not a happy bird."
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Post by liz on Jul 24, 2017 17:40:46 GMT -5
"Thank you, my Lord," Dyana spoke in surprise, her eyes wider than usual as she took the fur cloak. Fastening it over her shoulders, she easily mounted Admiral, her prized Sand Stallion bred for her by the Dornish men as a gift for her last nameday. The other Reachmen has been jealous of the oldest daughter of Highgarden, which only added to the pride she felt when she rode Admiral. "I doubt I'll ever get accustomed to the cold. My father had tried, he sent me as far north as he could but couldn't get me to acclimate."
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Post by Dragoness on Jul 24, 2017 17:44:44 GMT -5
For a second Branda was too startled to answer. Then she let out a blunt laugh. "Dallon Bearys??" She looked at him with surprise. The two of them used to play together when they were kids, but she hadn't seen the man in quite some time. Shaking her head, she replied in a delighted voice, "Hey, don't worry about it. It was my fault anyway."
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Post by deathlover on Jul 24, 2017 18:00:42 GMT -5
Dallen smiled softly at her. "Yeah, it's me. And no. Its not. He's just a pain and likes to hiss at people when he's in a mood. Which is like all the time. But what am I going to do? I love the feathery guy too much to just leave him." he was joking about this. As the Starks were attached to the direwolf, the Baerys where to their owls.
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Post by Dragoness on Jul 24, 2017 18:11:18 GMT -5
"You Bearyses and your owls", she laughed, shaking her head once again. "Although I guess I shouldn't be one to judge, or what, Winter?" Branda ruffled the head of her direwolf affectionately, and Winter's eyes glinted humerously in return. She could swear the wolf understood what she was saying. Returning her gaze to Dallon, she tilted her head curiously. "So what brings you here to Winterfell?"
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Post by deathlover on Jul 24, 2017 18:17:37 GMT -5
"Just passing the time Darren is busy with father and Allyria is sent away to the south to be married off. That is if she behaves. Knowing her she will find a way back here in the north where she belongs." he smirked softly as he rubbed the owls wing softly. "I was hanging out with Tobias for a while but ehhh he left."
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Post by Dragoness on Jul 24, 2017 18:27:37 GMT -5
Branda laughed softly at his comment about his sister, but she felt a sense of worry for her. They hadn't met that much, but she remembered a beautiful, witty girl. Branda always did liked her, and marrying a Southerner involuntarily was not a fate she would wish upon anyone. "Allyria, who has she been matched with?"
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Post by deathlover on Jul 24, 2017 18:32:50 GMT -5
"Father doesn't know much other than the names of those houses. He has left that up to my mothers family who lives in the south." he didn't mention which house it was. Knowing how Tobias felt about that family he felt it was wise to keep quiet in case she had the same feelings
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Post by Dragoness on Jul 24, 2017 18:42:21 GMT -5
Branda squinted. Something was off, she could feel it. Arching her eyebrows, she asked calmly "Isn't your mother a Lannister?" At the mention of the house that had killed her brother, the usually so controlled Winter bared his teeth in disgust, and Branda couldn't help but want to do the same. The wound was still raw. You don't just get over the loss of a twin in a week.
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Post by deathlover on Jul 24, 2017 18:46:39 GMT -5
"My family is loyal to the Starks. My mother did not choose to be a Lannister. That is why I worry for my sister. The Lannisters think they got my families loyalty when my parents wed. When they didn't. If the found out my sister could be hurt. She is being made to play a dangerous game." he whispered
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 24, 2017 18:50:19 GMT -5
"Suppose it's something you just have to get used to." Calvin said before mounting Storm Rider. He headed away from the stables and towards the trail. He glanced up at the sky wondering it will remain the way it is. "We will be heading to Bronzegate and will meet with some people along the way."
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