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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on May 31, 2016 21:54:53 GMT
Before Belric could reply to his new wife, he was cut off by the High Septon. He acknowledged the man begrudgingly with a nod.
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Post by Ser Richard on May 31, 2016 21:56:31 GMT
Richard was nervous now. Something was wrong here, though he had no idea why. There was a shoe waiting to drop, and it would fall right on him. It was his nephew that all this was for... But still. He looked for the king.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2016 21:58:59 GMT
Alice was wide-eyed when they arrived at the Red Keep, unable to believe the sights she was seeing. The throne room especially made her almost gape with its grandeur. She took her seat as far from Hoster as she could and found her glass quickly poured by a servant. She was impressed at how quickly it had been done as she prided herself on serving customers in a speedy and efficient, if more personal manner.
She drank deep for courage, having decided that she might as well get it out of the way. With another sip she rose and approached the queen. She had been practicing and curtsied low when she arrived, far better now at it than she had been before.
"I am Lady Alice Blackfort, your Grace," She said ad introduction. "It is an honour to meet ya-uh.. meet you." She said, almost going red at her slip up. She had tried to talk as high born as she could and yet she had embarrassed herself completely. She hoped the Queen would not criticise her for it.
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Post by Vex on May 31, 2016 22:08:38 GMT
Although initially mistrustful of the wheeled wooden boxes, which in her experience were used to haul around supplies and men inept enough to get gravely wounded in battle, Dacey got into one with her sisters to be transported to the Red Keep.
Despite having marched around in leathers and war paint for the better part of the last five years, she was someone who cleaned up nicely, even if her black dress wasn't anything remarkable. If she was impressed at the surroundings, it didn't show. She took a seat at the table they were assigned, close enough to Hoster to reprimand him if the situation called for it, yet far enough to not be in his immediate vicinity.
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Post by The Gambler on May 31, 2016 22:14:55 GMT
Violet took her place at the Blackfort table. She felt overwhelmed, as if she were living in a dream. She had never seen anything finer in all her life. She believed that the great story of her life was about to begin tonight. She looked around for interesting people, particularly handsome young men. There were no shortage of dashing unaccompanied men; courtiers, knights, lordlings, and the like all flitting about from table to table. Throw a rock and she could hit one. She saw so many sigils it was near overwhelming for a woman not overly educated in heraldry as a highborn lady would be, but a few familiar one stuck out in the crowd. She caught the sight of the ever jovial Lord Lucamore Roote, who was celebrating as if this were his own wedding and was loudly boasting how Lord Belric was his closest of friends and reminding everyone who would listen that he had been in his service not long ago. A rather young lord himself (and widowed without heirs) he was speaking to a number of young Riverlanders who had supported the Black Dragon, most of them his own vassals, but one bearing the Mallister eagle.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on May 31, 2016 22:20:06 GMT
Edmure who had sat near his sisters, mainly to keep an eye on Hoster, caught Violet's eye. He winked at her, knowing that she was scanning the crowd for possible suitors. He motioned towards Lord Roote's little group. Go on he mouthed silently.
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Post by The Raven on May 31, 2016 22:20:37 GMT
"I merely wanted to apologize for today's circus. Had you been married any other day, you'd have heard a very different sermons. For example, I know that neither of you are especially devout. I know that you are as much strangers to each other as I am to you. And I know this wedding is a political one. But I want you to believe that you can still have faith in each other, that you can trust each other. Not just because you two are about to sail into a truly terrible storm not of your own volition, but because a marriage without faith is a hell of its own." He paused before adding, "I also read in a tome that a little variety in the bedroom helps."
The septa supporting him gasped. "Your Holiness!"
"Seven be praised, woman, they're adults!"
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Post by Tim of Raventree on May 31, 2016 22:23:44 GMT
There were no shortage of dashing unaccompanied men; courtiers, knights, lordlings, and the like all flitting about from table to table. Throw a rock and she could hit one. She saw so many sigils it was near overwhelming for a woman not overly educated in heraldry as a highborn lady would be, but a few familiar one stuck out in the crowd. She caught the sight of the ever jovial Lord Roote, who was celebrating as if this were his own wedding and was loudly boasting how Lord Belric was his closest of friends and reminding everyone who would listen that he had been in his service not long ago. A rather young lord himself (and widowed without heirs) he was speaking to a number of young Riverlanders who had supported the Black Dragon, most of them his own vassals, but one bearing the Mallister eagle. Under the pretense that she had dropped a hairpin, Violet excused herself from her relatives and headed towards the group of young Riverlanders. She heartily wished she had a chaperone with her but there were plenty of women present, so that would have to suffice. "Excuse me," she said politely. "I seem to have lost a hairpin. I was hoping someone could help me find it?" She smiled at the group and attempted to lock eyes with the most handsome man in the group.
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Post by Barley on May 31, 2016 22:27:40 GMT
"What makes you think it is a terrible storm," Saesha asked, looking at him.
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Post by Boros on May 31, 2016 22:30:51 GMT
Hoster did his own scanning, looking for widows, or clearly unmarried, older women who looked rich and desperate. Their savior was about to arrive.
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Post by The Raven on May 31, 2016 22:34:48 GMT
Richard was nervous now. Something was wrong here, though he had no idea why. There was a shoe waiting to drop, and it would fall right on him. It was his nephew that all this was for... But still. He looked for the king. Ser Richard found the King sharing a cup with Fireball. The Lord Commander saw him first. "Sorry for the farce, friend. No one thought that His Rolliness had the stones. Not that anyone wonders how he hid them." Daemon covered his mouth to maintain propriety as he laughed before saying, "This is a wedding. Show some courtesy for our guests.' He couldn't get the grin off his face.
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Post by The Gambler on May 31, 2016 22:41:09 GMT
Alice was wide-eyed when they arrived at the Red Jeep, unable to believe the sights she was seeing. The throne room especially made her almost gape with its grandeur. She took her seat as far from Hoster as she could and found her glass quickly poured by a servant. She was impressed at how quickly it had been done as she prided herself on serving customers in a speedy and efficient, if more personal manner. She drank deep for courage, having decided that she might as well get it out of the way. With another sip she rose and approached the queen. She had been practicing and curtsied low when she arrived, far better now at it than she had been before. "I am Lady Alice Blackfort, your Grace," She said ad introduction. "It is an honour to meet ya-uh.. meet you." She said, almost going red at her slip up. She had tried to talk as high born as she could and yet she had embarrassed herself completely. She hoped the Queen would not criticise her for it. Ser Gareth the Grey was beside the Queen at the high table, the rest of the whitecloaks dispersed through the crowd guarding the various princes and princesses, not to mention the king himself. It was no easy feat guarding ten family members with 7 men, especially after Redtusk's noble death at the hands of Maekar Targaryen a few days prior...if you could call having your skull caved in by a mace noble. Queen Rohanne Blackfyre was resplendent in a bright blue gown, her hair dyed the same shade. Clearly the Archon's daughter had not forgotten her cultural heritage. Even after giving birth to eight children, it was easy to see how she had inspired her king to sire them all in 4 years. She offered a small smile at her Lady in Waiting, clearly ignoring the slip-up or else not noticing it. Considering she was a foreigner, it was likely the latter, as she had not yet learned to differentiate between the noble and peasant accents. It was hard enough with seven kingdoms. "The honor is mine, Lady Alice," she said, with a hint of Tyroshi accent, just enough to sound exotic, though her pronunciation was crystal clear. "I am told we owe your brother a great debt for being here this day."
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Post by The Gambler on May 31, 2016 22:48:57 GMT
Hoster did his own scanning, looking for widows, or clearly unmarried, older women who looked rich and desperate. Their savior was about to arrive. War had left not shortage of widows, old or young. Lady Mandrake of the Red Trident stood near her young heir, her husband having died in the siege of Riverrun. She still wore bblack in his honor. Of all the eligible women in the room though, the Mistress of Whisperers, Shiera Seastar, outshone them all.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2016 22:55:24 GMT
Ser Gareth the Grey was beside the Queen at the high table, the rest of the whitecloaks dispersed through the crowd guarding the various princes and princesses, not to mention the king himself. It was no easy feat guarding ten family members with 7 men, especially after Redtusk's noble death at the hands of Maekar Targaryen a few days prior...if you could call having your skull caved in by a mace noble. Queen Rohanne Blackfyre was resplendent in a bright blue gown, her hair dyed the same shade. Clearly the Archon's daughter had not forgotten her cultural heritage. Even after giving to eight children, it was easy to see how she had inspired her king to sire them all in 4 years. She offered a small smile at her Lady in Waiting, clearly ignoring the slip-up or else not noticing it. Considering she was a foreigner, it was likely the latter, as she had not yet learned to differentiate between the noble and peasant accents. It was hard enough with seven kingdoms. "The honoris mine, Lady Alice," she said, with a hint of Tyroshi accent, just enough to sound exotic, though her pronunciation was crystal clear. "I am told we owe your brother a great debt for being here this day." Alice smiled brightly, liking the accent that the queen had. She sounded exotic, making the woman even more beautiful and Alice found herself a little bit envious of the woman. "We do indeed, though I have not heard the whole tale from my brother himself. You see, I hadn't seen him since before his heroics and have not had the time to needle him with mah... my questions." She blushed a little again. "May I say that you look very beautiful, your grace."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on May 31, 2016 22:56:17 GMT
Looking from Saesha to the High Septon, Belric could feel the tension. He did not have any personal distain for the man, apart perhaps from his overall appearance, yet he felt a great desire to punch him in the face. Belric figured the act would gain him favor with his new wife, and a part of him was missing the thrill of a fight now that the war was over. He thought better of himself... for the moment.
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