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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on May 29, 2016 22:47:02 GMT
"Supposedly." replied Edmure, with a smile at his sister's relative naivety. "I have little doubt the exiled Targaryens will at some point seek to regain their position. And then there are some scores still to settle between the various lords. And Dorne. But apart from that we should have peace." He laughed.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on May 29, 2016 23:06:35 GMT
"Oh, well, those are not for me to worry about," Violet said breezily. "King Daemon will surely know what to do. And he has wise men to advise him too. I am not going to worry about a war that might never happen."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on May 29, 2016 23:19:54 GMT
"Including our brother." replied Edmure in a slightly sardonic tone, wondering if Violet would read that as a compliment towards Belric or not. He gave her a short grin. "But you're right Violet. Young ladies have far more important things to worry about. Have you planned what you are wearing to the wedding?"
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Post by Boros on May 29, 2016 23:35:03 GMT
"We all have battles left to fight, brother. We will talk more of Riverrun when the time comes." Belric finished the goblet of ale he had stolen from Edmure. "Our place in this world is changing. House Blackfort has much work to do." Hoster had left the previous conversation with snort and some uninteligible mumbling about how the Faith only function was to make the people tame and obedient. He approached again his nephew, grumbling. "I'll tell ye som'thing, Beric. Ye shoul' keep an eye on yer lil' sistah." His bushy eyebrows were arched angrily. "Don' know wha' yer momma did to 'er, but she keep's babblin' like some royal girl'... Ain't be supris'd if she think she's be'er than the likes of us."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on May 30, 2016 0:16:16 GMT
"We all have battles left to fight, brother. We will talk more of Riverrun when the time comes." Belric finished the goblet of ale he had stolen from Edmure. "Our place in this world is changing. House Blackfort has much work to do." Hoster had left the previous conversation with snort and some uninteligible mumbling about how the Faith only function was to make the people tame and obedient. He approached again his nephew, grumbling. "I'll tell ye som'thing, Beric. Ye shoul' keep an eye on yer lil' sistah." His bushy eyebrows were arched angrily. "Don' know wha' yer momma did to 'er, but she keep's babblin' like some royal girl'... Ain't be supris'd if she think she's be'er than the likes of us." Belric found his uncles gripes entertaining. "I have killed men with my bare hands, uncle. I have slept in the mud with the dogs to stay warm. I've whored, I've gambled, and I've done a long list of things that would turn any normal mans face pale as the dead. The Old Gods willing, my sisters will grow to much better than the likes of you and me." Belric adjusted his armor, the weight of the chain growing heavy on his shoulders.
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Post by Boros on May 30, 2016 0:30:08 GMT
"I ain't see no problem wi' a lil' whorin' an' gamblin'." Hoster raised an eyebrow, confused by the premise, to him those things were as natural as going to the shitter or breathing. "But ah think ah see watcha mean: Bruce wouldn' like to see 'is lil' girl involved wi' that type of thing. We do it to others but Gods fo'bid they do it to ours, eh?!?"
"Talkin' abou' ours..." Hoster changed the subject, giving up his annoyed tone to a much lighter one. "Wha' abou' this new girl o' yer? Kin's sistah I heard. Did ye got a glance of them royal milkers yet?"
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on May 30, 2016 3:41:00 GMT
"I have yet to lay eyes on her. The King spoke of her beauty often though." There was something about Hoster's sense of humor that connected well with Belric. It was the way soldiers talked to each other, unabashedly honest without a shred of censorship. Belric decided it was not the proper time to scold his uncle for the digression towards the future Lady Blackfort, and instead let the slander slide.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on May 30, 2016 9:08:43 GMT
"Including our brother." replied Edmure in a slightly sardonic tone, wondering if Violet would read that as a compliment towards Belric or not. He gavex her a short grin. "But you're right Violet. Young ladies have far more important things to worry about. Have you planned what you are wearing to the wedding?" "My best gown, of course." She sighed a little. "It's fine blue wool with embroidery on the sleeves and hem, very pretty, but I so wish I were wearing silk." Another pause. "I don't wish to sound ungrateful though. I'm lucky to have a good dress, I know. I shall just have to marry a wealthy lord." She laughed a little.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on May 30, 2016 10:03:08 GMT
"I have no doubt our brother plans exactly that, once he is married to the King's sister. You will likely have your silk dresses yet." replied Edmure. "It is good that we will be related by marriage to the royal house, but as most of the old nobility is linked many times over by blood, Belric will want to lay down firm foundations for our own house. It's just as well he has three sisters and two brothers to bargain with."
He gave a bark of laughter. "Seven Hells! Even Hoster may find himself with a high born bride. Imagine that! I feel sorry for whoever she is already."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on May 30, 2016 11:14:04 GMT
Violet stifled a laugh. "Uncle Hoster, with a highborn bride? Perish the thought! Our bastard brothers would be more suitable than our dear uncle."
She smoothed her skirts. "Belric has been granted a great honour. I think his good fortune will benefit us all, but the king has so many brothers and sisters - and many children also - would it not be presumptuous of us to think too much of our royal connection?"
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2016 11:18:28 GMT
"I believe her name is Rohanne," replied Ser Harlan, slightly embarassed about how little he knew about their queen. "A charming lady such as you, I'm sure it'll all come to you naturally," he assured her. "Perhaps try and befriend some of the other ladies at court for pointers?" Alice grinned at that and looked away, almost blushing. "Thank you, ser, I think I might have ta do that. Maybe they can teach me how ta speak like a proper lady too." She laughed a little embarrassed. "Tell me a little about ya family, Ser Harlan. Do ya have any sisters or brothers?"
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Post by Vex on May 30, 2016 11:32:02 GMT
Harlan nodded and offered her a seat nearby. "I have three older brothers and two younger sisters," he said, thought a moment and smiled. "I believe the count fits that of you and your siblings, does it not? My brothers fought well in the war and survived it too, thank the gods. My sisters Alyssa and Myranda are still at Saltpans, I believe." He paused a beat, not quite remembering when he last saw them. "I think you'd like them."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on May 30, 2016 12:28:19 GMT
Nyles watches over the proceedings, his hands twitching, sitting with his back to a wall, left hand twitching a bit. Wars donn't end. They never end. He'd stared at that wall or ones like it for over half of his real memory, listened to the screams of dying men, watched as the highest nobles and lowest peasants alike bled out. His big eyes dart nervously from person to person, glassing over his relatives, who he mostly trusts, and focusing on anyone else, who he does not. Daggers kill more people than swords or oil once the screaming has stopped. His drink threatens to spill as he holds the cheap wine in his shaking hand. He never holds anything in his right hand when there are strangers about. He holds his sword in his right hand, or a knife, not wine.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on May 30, 2016 13:06:08 GMT
Violet stifled a laugh. "Uncle Hoster, with a highborn bride? Perish the thought! Our bastard brothers would be more suitable than our dear uncle She smoothed her skirts. "Belric has been granted a great honour. I think his good fortune will benefit us all, but the king has so many brothers and sisters - and many children also - would it not be presumptuous of us to think too much of our royal connection?" Edmure shrugged. "It gives us a leg up. Without our royal connection we'd be nothing more than a low-born knightly family. Now we mix with high born, no matter what they might think of us behind our backs. You would be wearing woollen dresses for the rest of your days, otherwise. Even Belric understands this. You will be married sooner or later to a high born lord." He gave a bark of laughter. "Then you shall have your pick of silk dresses."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on May 30, 2016 13:13:32 GMT
"I hoe so," Violet murmured. "I shall have to tell Belric that I've no desire to wed a miser. But I have no doubt that I will be able to better serve the family with a noble husband than I would as a septa. But what of you, Edmure? Are you hoping for a highborn bride? "
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