The Gambler
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 7, 2017 0:38:27 GMT
Where the Freys stay in Kingspyre Tower during the tourney at Harrenhal.
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The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Jan 30, 2017 3:05:42 GMT
*** 4th Day, 5th Moon, Evening
After the melee, Lord Orland Frey invites Lord and Lady Blackfort to a private conference.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jan 30, 2017 6:24:00 GMT
Belric, having cleaned himself off from the afternoons exertion, arrived at Lord Frey's guest quarters with his beautiful wife in hand. Despite having lost the melee, he was in good spirits, a victory over Torren was worth the beating from Lucamore.
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Barley
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Post by Barley on Jan 31, 2017 20:13:50 GMT
Saesha was with him, having changed into a lovely purple dress with showed the slight bump in her stomach.
"Lord Frey, we were honoured to receive your invitation. How are you enjoying a Harrenhal?"
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Post by The Raven on Jan 31, 2017 20:32:33 GMT
They found Lord Orland deep in meditation in a plain chair, his forehead resting against his fist, while a silver-haired woman sung in Low Valyrian for him. The younger man looked up at his guests, and his contemplative stance suddenly become one of revelry. "My lord and lady! A magnificent affair! To see you cast my goodbrother in the drink like that! I'd have traveled the length of the Reach as well just to see that spectacle again!" He turned to Lady Saesha. "And you..." He stared into her eyes for a long moment. "It's astonishing... Like the moon and it's reflection over the sea..." He stepped back and covered his mouth as he openly admired another man's wife. "Exquisite..." He seemed to recover his sense of location, and turned to a table that was already covered in several empty wine bottles. "A drink? These are from my own cellar, by the way. I thought you would care for a taste of the northern Riverlands."
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Barley
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Post by Barley on Jan 31, 2017 21:17:38 GMT
"Thank you," Saesha replied in an amused tone, "your words are very kind and as welcome as the crackle of a fire, after a long journey in winter," she replied in kind, "do you speak low Valyrian, my Lord?"
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Post by The Raven on Jan 31, 2017 21:54:11 GMT
"I do, my Lady! The Free Cities were a second home to me. And of course my Helaena has schooled me to the best of her many talents."
The young woman had remained kneeling on the floor with her harp. She smiled and waved, but made no effort to stand.
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Post by Barley on Jan 31, 2017 22:02:56 GMT
Saesha smiled and said something in the language of her mother.
"Where did the two of you meet?"
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Post by The Raven on Jan 31, 2017 22:18:17 GMT
She spoke back very rapidly and stood on her feet.
"It was an arranged marriage, actually. My brother wanted me as far from the Crossing as humanly possible, and made a deal with the Targaryens to have me wed to one of their foreign allies. I was, oh, fifteen when he shipped me to Volantis, and then we spent the next seven years just wandering Essos to our heart's content."
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Post by Barley on Jan 31, 2017 22:35:41 GMT
Saesha was concentrating on the woman mostly, apparently very happy to be speaking what she considered as much her natural voice as the common tongue with someone other than her twin, and as so, replied enthusiastically back equally quickly, apparently time having not dampened her ability.
"That sounds idyllic, I should have liked to have done that when I was younger, but you would be hard pressed to have gotten me away from my library."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jan 31, 2017 23:09:03 GMT
Belric could not help but laugh, "Believe me, Lord Frey, it was equally satisfying on my end. Enough so that I can almost forget the beating I took from Lord Roote." He rolled his shoulder, the same one that had take Lucamore's blow.
Unable to participate in speaking gibberish, Belric kept his attention on Orland. "How are you finding Harrenhal?"
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Post by The Raven on Jan 31, 2017 23:35:22 GMT
For some reason, Helaena was directing Saesha to look at her breasts. It seemed perfectly normal to her husband.
"Daunting. I had the most ghastly nightmare the past night. I dreamt of ethereal pirates stalking the corridors for Helaena so they could feed her to their disfigured king. How you bear this place is astonishing."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Feb 1, 2017 0:17:27 GMT
"It suits me," he replied. Realizing he had nearly missed the offering, he added, "As will some of your wine. I find that drinking is the best way to silence dreams."
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Post by The Raven on Feb 1, 2017 0:48:39 GMT
"I concur. I concur a lot." He poured his host a cup. It wasn't wine at all, but some sort of burgundy. "I must apologize, by the way. I'm told you've already encountered the wight I call my sister."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Feb 1, 2017 2:12:46 GMT
"I'd not be so brazen," he said taking the cup from Orland. "She was rather pleasant, all things considered." Compared to the gloom that hangs over Riverrun, she was a ray of sunshine.
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