The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Feb 10, 2017 6:32:51 GMT
"Ahh... No, I never intended to be lord. I'd have been happier as one of those indolent nobles who you always see at the banquets of Pentoshi magistrates. If Auric had managed a son, I might still be at one of those parties even now." Orland shrugged. "I grieve more for my wife than myself. This land is still quite alien to her. But we are filthy rich and I find that eases most burdens of any kind in this world."
He laughed, though it seemed more an attempt to avoid awkwardness than a genuine display of actual mirth.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Feb 10, 2017 20:48:42 GMT
Belric had hoped Orland was a man of distinction, however there was little about their conversation that led him to believe he was anything more than a spoiled boy. He regretted his comment about entitlement, as well as started to second guess his decision to align Willis with house Frey. It was good to have wealthy allies, but Belric feared a man who valued gold above all else. A man like that would take coin from anyone if his treasury ran dry.
"Yes, Lord Frey, gold eases many burdens. Yet it is the source of many, if not more.
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Post by The Raven on Feb 18, 2017 20:03:17 GMT
"Aye... That's an undeniable wisdom, my lord." Orland reached over and took his wife's hand before kissing it. "I like to imagine no amount of tribulation should worry my soul as long as my Helaena is by my side, but in truth... Well, you must think me a fop. I was reveling it with mummers whilst your family was starving in the bloody trenches."
Helaena scratched her lord's neck. "But rest assured, Arya is of better cheer and sharper wit than her brother. I think you will find her a great boon to your cousin and household."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Feb 20, 2017 4:51:44 GMT
"Yes... trenches." Belric frowned, scratching at his own beard. It took him only a moment to gather himself, memories of war were never far. Putting a hand to his wife's arm, he continued. "We share in the fortune of good women, Lord Frey. Let us work towards a peace that sees us both die by their sides, old, drunk, and fat. Though should the time come when swords are a necessity again, it will be a comfort to know where you stand."
Turning to Helaena he added, "I do not doubt Arya's worth, nor that of a Frey-Blackfort alliance m'lady. We would be fools to not offer our loved ones the chance at an honest marriage, especially when it also serves our political needs."
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