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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on May 11, 2008 20:39:01 GMT -5
Robert thought over the things that the marriage would bring, "I would like to meet with her before I make a decision, of course"
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Post by Crakehall on May 11, 2008 20:44:21 GMT -5
"I wouldn't have it any other way. Of course she must approve of you as well", he said with a wink.
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on May 12, 2008 3:03:50 GMT -5
Robert nodded and smiled, "Somehow that relieves me" he tries to jest.
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on May 12, 2008 13:16:06 GMT -5
"When will I meet Princess Aema, then?"
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Post by Crakehall on May 12, 2008 13:22:48 GMT -5
"I'll call for her now", he said as he called to one of the guards. Several minutes later a young woman joined them on the balcony. She was far from gorgeous but had a confidence about her that was definitely attractive. She smiled at Robert, "Lord Caraven, I presume", she said as she curtsied.
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Post by Arthur on May 12, 2008 13:28:48 GMT -5
OOC: Far from gorgeous? Isn't she a Targ?
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Post by Crakehall on May 12, 2008 13:35:36 GMT -5
OOC: The Targaryens have developed noticeably different over time. They no longer have many of the same features. The silver gold is gone and replaced by bright blonde, sometimes gold-brown hair. They no longer in-breed and so they are far more mentally stable. They are still attractive people, but not considerably more so than others.
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on May 12, 2008 13:49:42 GMT -5
Brandon bowed, "A pleasure to meet you, Princess. Shall we take a walk down at the pool so that we may get to know one another?".
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Post by Crakehall on May 12, 2008 14:10:41 GMT -5
"If it would please you, milord, it would be my honor."
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Post by Undying One on May 12, 2008 14:14:27 GMT -5
A small band of men come to the Targaryen Palace and request an audience. They are dressed in simple, yet rich clothing, bearing no obvious sigil. At their head is a young man with a fiery mane of hair and a chin coated with whiskers.
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on May 12, 2008 14:15:16 GMT -5
"I will speak with you later then, Prince," he bowed politely. To Aema he extended his elbow, "You will have to lead the way, Princess".
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Post by Crakehall on May 12, 2008 14:26:40 GMT -5
"But of course", Aema said as she led him down from the balcony and out by the pool.
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The men are told to identify themselves, and who they wish to meet with.
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on May 12, 2008 14:32:44 GMT -5
"What do you usually do in your own time, Princess?" Robert asked.
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Post by Undying One on May 12, 2008 14:47:08 GMT -5
They name themselves men of the Far Reach in Westeros, and that they wish to speak with their liege lord, Johanon Hightower.
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Post by Crakehall on May 12, 2008 16:15:15 GMT -5
They are ushered into a small room in which Lord Johanon Hightower sits, clutching his cane and series of papers.
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"I am quite fond of many things, milord. I am a woman, and take to many things typical women do...but often I find fencing, archery and riding to be quite exhilarating."
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