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Post by The Drowned God on Jun 1, 2008 16:46:05 GMT -5
"I hope to have you both in my chambers tonight," Antaryon said with a innocent grin, to both Wilhelm and Lord Corbray. Elia and Amia blushed, but smiled when Antaryon said, "And you two, also, of course, Amia and Elia." "I will be looking forward to it." Lewyn wasn't exactly sure why Lord Antaryon wanted them in his personal chambers, with two obvious bedmaids, but if anything troubling came up he could always excuse himself.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 16:48:28 GMT -5
Antaryon's hair was long and golden, and his build was slim. He looked almost a woman, and as pretty if not more than most women.
A few minutes later another man entered. His skin was a little more pale than the average man from Volantis, and he was strong and rugged. His beard was trimmed, and he had a few scars scattering his body. He dressed plainly, and had a sword at his hip, though no one said anything to him. He nodded to everyone present, before sitting down and attacking his food.
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 16:50:06 GMT -5
Allyrian turned to Amia, "Are you enjoying yourself, my lady?"
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 16:52:14 GMT -5
"I am, milord," she said with a smile.
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 16:58:06 GMT -5
Holding Amia's hand beneath the table, Allyrian turns back to the lord. "I fear there are important matters to discuss, but no doubt you don't with to hear them at the table. They shall wait until later," he said, continuing with the feast.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 16:58:57 GMT -5
"Speak freely, good man," Antaryon said with a reassuring smile.
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 17:08:47 GMT -5
"It's apparent, and much to my dismay, that the Westerosi and Tyroshi ruling powers have openly set war to the other free cities. After Myr has fallen, I fear Volantis may be next."
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 17:12:56 GMT -5
"All kingdoms must have an end," Antaryon said carelessly.
The other man who had entered, wearing a sword, grunted and cursed, muttering something about bugger the dragons and bugger the iron throne.
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 17:14:43 GMT -5
"I take it you are not to favorable towards the two empires, my good ser," Allyrian said to the pale man.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 17:15:22 GMT -5
"I have nothing against anyone until they try and take my city," the man declared.
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 17:22:39 GMT -5
Allyrian looked confused, "And who are you, ser?"
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 17:31:33 GMT -5
"Leo," the man said, extending a hand. "I serve Master Antaryon here, as his sworn shield. Many of my line have done so for the Lasyn's in past years."
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 17:41:18 GMT -5
Allyrian takes the man's hand, "I am honored. It would be a pleasure if perhaps I, myself, may grow in favor of our lord Antaryon. You may call me Allyrian."
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 17:43:08 GMT -5
"Good luck," said Leo with a cringe. He had never wished to grow in Antaryon's favor. That required a certain something.
Amia blushed but squeezed Allyrian's hand. "I am sure you will rise high in Antaryon's favor."
The Master of the Manse nodded at the comment. "We shall see, good ser. Like I said, I hope to have you four in my chambers tonight, for an after supper gathering."
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 17:47:34 GMT -5
Allyrian cringed internally at a certain thought that dawned upon him, though kept his face a smile. "Yes... will Leo here be joining us? I rather enjoy our conversation."
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