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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 3:40:52 GMT -5
Naeterys wondered if the man actually was as cold as he portrayed to be, or if he was just trying to keep up appearances and the sight of such greatness as a room full of Targaryens. It was probably a combination of both, she decided and nodded approvingly toward Tycho as the man bow. At least the man knew his place. "Lady... Naeterys Targaryen" she corrected him with a slight smirk on her face. "And you are Tycho Plutoris, the one that is to empty our coffins of gold and silver.""Coffers we enriched on good faith and the promise of payment with interest, which the Iron Bank has yet to receive." Tycho reminded her, his words crisp and measured. "We are not a charity."
The banker turned to survey the Crown Prince, his calculating eyes taking measure of the young man.
"Master Plutoris will suffice." he corrected, though offered the same formal bow he had afforded Naeterys. "My quarters will suffice, though you will excuse me if the feast is not to my tastes. I may represent an institution of the world, but as a Braavosi I am reminded that Tyroshi and Valyrians have never been our closest of friends."
Naeterys was about to respond the Braavosi when their conversation was interrupted by the crown prince. She extended a small glance of recognition toward the young man, finding the future king not all that impressive and hoped that he would grow out of his childhood infatuation for the Faith's teachings he was known for, before turning toward the Braavosi again. "It is not a question that you should have returned that what we owe, but I just think that someone with such a eye for numbers would understand that the war need to end before what is owed can be repaid." she said, making it much kinder than she had planned to because of the Crown Prince's appearance. "And as to us not being close friends, I am sure that is something His Grace and Prince Aegon here would be more than willing to try and change, is it not, Prince Aegon?" |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 3, 2014 3:44:29 GMT -5
Visenya's throat went dry when she saw his weapons. She was sure that his coat had not shifted by accident. His hand on her wrist was viselike, so different from the seductive touch of Blackwood or the comfortable touch of Aegon. She clenched her hand into a fist rather than struggle, and tightened her jaw as he hissed at her, "Princess.""I will be sure to, in the future, cousin." She looked him straight in the eye, though her blood ran cold at the mere thought of him. "Kindly unhand me." Her voice was surprisingly steady, for all that she was shaking like a leaf. She hoped he would not notice. Trajan kept her wrist firmly in his grip for a few moments before releasing it, just long enough to emphasize that he did so by his own volition and not her insistence.
"I think you have had enough to drink for one evening." he chided. "Perhaps you should stop now before you cause a scene. It does seem to run in the blood."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 3:52:42 GMT -5
Elseyris had been spending some time quietly observing some of the other conversations, collecting the information she heard, storing it in her mind for some unknown later date, just as she imagined Lord Darklyn and his Whisperers did. She watched with some envy as her sister danced with Prince Aegon. She always felt lonely at parties, despite the crowds, though sometimes, being nearly invisible was advantageous.
She caught sight of Tybalt again, remembering that he'd been whisked off earlier, before she had gotten to talk to him, after summoning up the courage to do so, finally. She gulped down the last of her wine, and strode over to him with renewed purpose.
"My Lord Toyne! Care to dance?" she asked, as breezily as she could muster.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 3, 2014 3:58:08 GMT -5
"Coffers we enriched on good faith and the promise of payment with interest, which the Iron Bank has yet to receive." Tycho reminded her, his words crisp and measured. "We are not a charity."
The banker turned to survey the Crown Prince, his calculating eyes taking measure of the young man.
"Master Plutoris will suffice." he corrected, though offered the same formal bow he had afforded Naeterys. "My quarters will suffice, though you will excuse me if the feast is not to my tastes. I may represent an institution of the world, but as a Braavosi I am reminded that Tyroshi and Valyrians have never been our closest of friends."
Naeterys was about to respond the Braavosi when their conversation was interrupted by the crown prince. She extended a small glance of recognition toward the young man, finding the future king not all that impressive and hoped that he would grow out of his childhood infatuation for the Faith's teachings he was known for, before turning toward the Braavosi again. "It is not a question that you should have returned that what we owe, but I just think that someone with such a eye for numbers would understand that the war need to end before what is owed can be repaid." she said, making it much kinder than she had planned to because of the Crown Prince's appearance. "And as to us not being close friends, I am sure that is something His Grace and Prince Aegon here would be more than willing to try and change, is it not, Prince Aegon?" "Your king offered a similar reasoning." Tycho replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Though Westeros is beginning to become a liability the Iron Bank can no longer afford. We will have our due."
"The Iron Bank does not need friends. It requires clients, ones that can be trusted. We offer a service and expect to be compensated for it."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 3, 2014 4:10:03 GMT -5
Elseyris had been spending some time quietly observing some of the other conversations, collecting the information she heard, storing it in her mind for some unknown later date, just as she imagined Lord Darklyn and his Whisperers did. She watched with some envy as her sister danced with Prince Aegon. She always felt lonely at parties, despite the crowds, though sometimes, being nearly invisible was advantageous. She caught sight of Tybalt again, remembering that he'd been whisked off earlier, before she had gotten to talk to him, after summoning up the courage to do so, finally. She gulped down the last of her wine, and strode over to him with renewed purpose. "My Lord Toyne! Care to dance?" she asked, as breezily as she could muster. The Lord of Darkheart Keep offered a bright smile to Elseyris. Lord Tybalt's lackadaisical nature boded well for the young Targaryen, as it was her father's premature rebellion that had seen his own father slain. Nonetheless, the young lord appeared to hold no ill will towards her. It seemed narrowly missing death himself that day, the young man had taken a carefree approach to life in general, enjoying all the finer things it had to offer.
"Lady Elseyris!" he exclaimed, as if they were old friends, though they had exchanged few words in the past besides basic pleasantries. "I would be honored to."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 4:18:10 GMT -5
Elseyris had been spending some time quietly observing some of the other conversations, collecting the information she heard, storing it in her mind for some unknown later date, just as she imagined Lord Darklyn and his Whisperers did. She watched with some envy as her sister danced with Prince Aegon. She always felt lonely at parties, despite the crowds, though sometimes, being nearly invisible was advantageous. She caught sight of Tybalt again, remembering that he'd been whisked off earlier, before she had gotten to talk to him, after summoning up the courage to do so, finally. She gulped down the last of her wine, and strode over to him with renewed purpose. "My Lord Toyne! Care to dance?" she asked, as breezily as she could muster. The Lord of Darkheart Keep offered a bright smile to Elseyris. Lord Tybalt's lackadaisical nature boded well for the young Targaryen, as it was her father's premature rebellion that had seen his own father slain. Nonetheless, the young lord appeared to hold no ill will towards her. It seemed narrowly missing death himself that day, the young man had taken a carefree approach to life in general, enjoying all the finer things it had to offer.
"Lady Elseyris!" he exclaimed, as if they were old friends, though they had exchanged few words in the past besides basic pleasantries. "I would be honored to."
She desperately hoped that observing others dancing had been enough for her to be able to do it well enough to avoid humiliating herself. She managed to place her hands correctly, and tried to follow his lead as best she could. "I'm afraid I am likely not a very good dancer, My Lord," she said, with a nervous laugh. "You are sure to put me to shame!" As they moved in a slow, turning rhythm, she wracked her brains for something to say. She had spent almost a year too intimidated by his good looks and easy charm to speak more than a few words to him, and she was still stunned that this dance was happening. Gods, he's so beautiful! You're mad to even be trying this! Watch your bloody feet!She cleared her throat; "I have not seen you in a while, My Lord. Have you been kept from us by some great adventure?" |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 3, 2014 4:29:39 GMT -5
The Lord of Darkheart Keep offered a bright smile to Elseyris. Lord Tybalt's lackadaisical nature boded well for the young Targaryen, as it was her father's premature rebellion that had seen his own father slain. Nonetheless, the young lord appeared to hold no ill will towards her. It seemed narrowly missing death himself that day, the young man had taken a carefree approach to life in general, enjoying all the finer things it had to offer.
"Lady Elseyris!" he exclaimed, as if they were old friends, though they had exchanged few words in the past besides basic pleasantries. "I would be honored to."
She desperately hoped that observing others dancing had been enough for her to be able to do it well enough to avoid humiliating herself. She managed to place her hands correctly, and tried to follow his lead as best she could. "I'm afraid I am likely not a very good dancer, My Lord," she said, with a nervous laugh. "You are sure to put me to shame!" As they moved in a slow, turning rhythm, she wracked her brains for something to say. She had spent almost a year too intimidated by his good looks and easy charm to speak more than a few words to him, and she was still stunned that this dance was happening. Gods, he's so beautiful! You're mad to even be trying this! Watch your bloody feet!She cleared her throat; "I have not seen you in a while, My Lord. Have you been kept from us by some great adventure?" "Nonsense, the brunt of the of the pressure is on me." he said lightly with a wink, placing a hand upon her lower back as a lively Stromlands trotto began to play. "Just follow my lead."
He led her gracefully around the floor, his obvious experience masking any missteps on her part.
"This is the only adventure I require." he chuckled. "I consider every day lost on which I have not danced at least once. Warriors, rulers, and mean counters are all gathered in this room; all miserable. Adventure is for those that can not enjoy the little things."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 4:35:35 GMT -5
She desperately hoped that observing others dancing had been enough for her to be able to do it well enough to avoid humiliating herself. She managed to place her hands correctly, and tried to follow his lead as best she could. "I'm afraid I am likely not a very good dancer, My Lord," she said, with a nervous laugh. "You are sure to put me to shame!" As they moved in a slow, turning rhythm, she wracked her brains for something to say. She had spent almost a year too intimidated by his good looks and easy charm to speak more than a few words to him, and she was still stunned that this dance was happening. Gods, he's so beautiful! You're mad to even be trying this! Watch your bloody feet!She cleared her throat; "I have not seen you in a while, My Lord. Have you been kept from us by some great adventure?" "Nonsense, the brunt of the of the pressure is on me." he said lightly with a wink, placing a hand upon her lower back as a lively Stromlands trotto began to play. "Just follow my lead."
He led her gracefully around the floor, his obvious experience masking any missteps on her part.
"This is the only adventure I require." he chuckled. "I consider every day lost on which I have not danced at least once. Warriors, rulers, and mean counters are all gathered in this room; all miserable. Adventure is for those that can not enjoy the little things."
"Yes, that banker fellow seems very dour indeed. Must be something in the Iron air, they all seem to be so grim." As she grew in confidence, her steps became more natural and flowing. "What other little things do you enjoy, My Lord?" |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 3, 2014 4:50:31 GMT -5
"Nonsense, the brunt of the of the pressure is on me." he said lightly with a wink, placing a hand upon her lower back as a lively Stromlands trotto began to play. "Just follow my lead."
He led her gracefully around the floor, his obvious experience masking any missteps on her part.
"This is the only adventure I require." he chuckled. "I consider every day lost on which I have not danced at least once. Warriors, rulers, and mean counters are all gathered in this room; all miserable. Adventure is for those that can not enjoy the little things."
"Yes, that banker fellow seems very dour indeed. Must be something in the Iron air, they all seem to be so grim." As she grew in confidence, her steps became more natural and flowing. "What other little things do you enjoy, My Lord?" "I guarantee if he spent a few moment dancing with a pretty girl, his smile would be as bright as my own." Tybalt said with a cocksure smile as he twirled Elseyris around the dance floor.
"Now we are dancing!" he exclaimed with admiration as her steps became less stilted and flowed with his own. "Dancing is passion, the language of the soul. If so, your soul has boundless passion, my lady."
"The things I don't enjoy would be a far shorter list. I appreciate fine wine, savory food, a warm bed, a beautiful woman, a sunrise on Shipbreaker Bay, a spirited ride in the Kingswood..." he mused, the recollection of fond memories bringing a youthful smile to his face.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 4:51:29 GMT -5
"Your king offered a similar reasoning." Tycho replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Though Westeros is beginning to become a liability the Iron Bank can no longer afford. We will have our due."
"The Iron Bank does not need friends. It requires clients, ones that can be trusted. We offer a service and expect to be compensated for it."
Naeterys wondered for a moment if the requirements for becoming a debt collector for the Iron Bank was to get a stick shoved up one's arse, since the man seemed like he was stiffer than a dead corpse and it sounded to Naeterys like he was reciting a piece of poetry without any feelings involved. This man was more intriguing than most men she had met actually and she wondered yet again if the man would be as stiff in the bedroom. "I was not speaking about you as the Iron Bank, Plutoris, it was you that mentioned as a Braavosi you were reminded that you and Valyrians had never been close friends that made me make the comment about my nephew and his family trying to fix that. If you wish to have your due, maybe you should convince that Sealord of yours to assist against the Faith, since if they were to succeed there would be no way for us to repay the debt at all, is that not true?" |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 3, 2014 5:01:37 GMT -5
"Your king offered a similar reasoning." Tycho replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Though Westeros is beginning to become a liability the Iron Bank can no longer afford. We will have our due."
"The Iron Bank does not need friends. It requires clients, ones that can be trusted. We offer a service and expect to be compensated for it."
Naeterys wondered for a moment if the requirements for becoming a debt collector for the Iron Bank was to get a stick shoved up one's arse, since the man seemed like he was stiffer than a dead corpse and it sounded to Naeterys like he was reciting a piece of poetry without any feelings involved. This man was more intriguing than most men she had met actually and she wondered yet again if the man would be as stiff in the bedroom. "I was not speaking about you as the Iron Bank, Plutoris, it was you that mentioned as a Braavosi you were reminded that you and Valyrians had never been close friends that made me make the comment about my nephew and his family trying to fix that. If you wish to have your due, maybe you should convince that Sealord of yours to assist against the Faith, since if they were to succeed there would be no way for us to repay the debt at all, is that not true?" "I am a representative of the Iron Bank first and a Braavosi second. For all intents and purposes, the institution and I are one in the same." the banker lectured dryly, as if reciting from one of his numerous loan contracts. "We are an independent entity with no affiliation with the Sealord. In fact, he is one of our many clients. We take no part and hold no interest in the wars of the world or the business of our clients. Our bottom line is all that is of interest." He recited the last bit with the barest tinge of haughty pride.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 5:40:05 GMT -5
Naeterys wondered if the Braavosi was allowed to have a mind of his own, since he did not do much but recite things that he had been told, she also wondered if he really was this faithful to the Iron Bank as he appeared to be since that kind of devotion was actually quite attractive, even if he was arguably wrong in his convictions. The Iron Bank had taken a part in the war of Westeros by loaning her uncle the funds to continue the war against the Faith, but if they wished to see themselves as something they were not, then why should she be the one to point that out.
"I see.. but do you not hold sway over your clients? Why would any client repay the debt they owe if you really don't have the means to collect or without affiliation with anyone but yourself?" she said with an actual interest on her voice. "If the Sealord is your client, could you tell me what kind of man he is? Would one be able to persuade him to join in the cause against the Faith? The entire known world is actually in jeopardy should the Faith be allowed to continue on their crusade. What's to say they do not wish to move on to Essos if they defeat my nephew?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 3, 2014 6:00:04 GMT -5
The banker met her eyes with a glance that said the answer was obvious. "The Iron Bank will have its due." was, after all, an infamous saying.
"We have not become the most powerful banking institution in the known world without developing a fearsome reputation for debt collection." he said, the sentence a statement of fact rather than threat. "In the Free Cities, when princes or kings default on their debts or are foolish enough not to honor their agreements, the Iron Bank supports new princes and kings to appear."
"The Iron Bank has no reason in making this relationship more than a monetary one, especially considering your Crown has yet to repay the original capital borrowed, not to mention the interest. I will not persuade a reliable client like the Sealord to offer his backing to a liability. I am not a diplomat, merely a cordial reminder of the debts owed. Do not presume to involve me or the Iron Bank further than is necessary."
"If the Faith invades Essos, the better for us. War is good for business, though I have a distaste for such barbarism." he said, picking a piece of dust from his shoulder.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 6:14:20 GMT -5
It took her a while to think of an item that useful and during a spin, she accidentally locked eyes with a ridiculously handsome young Stormlander across the room, but she finally realized what Baelor could have been talking about. With some effort, she looked back to her cousin, her cheeks slightly tinted now. "The ancient horn used for binding dragons? Do you think it still exists then?" she asked, eyes widening. Both in theory and practice, this would have been a very dangerous thing for a single man to possess. "If it doesn't, I intend to find out. Though an object of that value and magnitude... It's likely been kept safe in some way or another," Baelor's mind turned when he saw the blush on her cheeks, and almost stumbled. Was she blushing because of him? He didn't know that such a discussion would have such an impact on a woman. He figured it had to be someone else in the room. Daenerys looked serious for the first time that night. "An object like that.. should not exist at all. If it really is what the stories say it is, whoever owns it would just be killed for it. And then the owner after. Do you really think anyone in this room would just let their dragons to be taken from them?" She shook her head. "I am sorry, cousin, but if there is a Dragonbinder somewhere in the ruins of Valyria, I hope you don't find it. I hope no one ever does." Besides, as she recalled from an old High Valyrian book she once read when attempting to learn the language, Dragonbinder was supposed to kill any who sounded it anyway, and Dany was still undecided about the popular belief that claimed the Targaryens were closer to gods than normal men. As far as she knew, they bled and burned just the same. As this song ended, she gave Baelor a kind smile to assure him they had not finished off on a sour note. "Thank you for the dance, Lord Baelor. I will go get a drink now. Hopefully you have a nice evening," she told him, and took a few steps back, bumping into someone. "Oh, sorry, er.." she said, turning around and recognizing the same Stormlander she had noticed before. |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 3, 2014 6:25:45 GMT -5
Lord Tybalt had been dancing with Lady Elseyris when Daenerys bumped into him from behind. Though he stumbled slightly, the Lord of Darkeheart Keep recovered with grace, turning his stutter steps into a low dip of the young Targaryen woman as the lively song ended.
Applauding for the band and his partner, he turned to face Daenerys with a smile that showed no harm had been done.
"A beautiful woman never need apologize and there are no mistakes in a dance, only happy accidents." he said, with a respectful incline of his head though his eyes maintained a playful energy. "Lord Tybolt Toyne, at your service my lady. This appears to have been a happy accident indeed."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 6:34:52 GMT -5
Since this had definitely not been the way she had intended to meet the handsomest young man in the room, Dany felt a little off-guard, but smiled despite that. "Oh, is that so? Then again, beautiful things don't ask for attention so perhaps I am off to a wrong start here," she said. "Daenerys Velaryon."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 3, 2014 6:39:37 GMT -5
"No, beautiful things demand it." Tybalt countered. "With only fools failing to take heed."
"Lady Daenerys? The heir to Driftmark?" he queried, though his expression said he know full well who she was. "I had not thought beauty and power often went hand in hand, but you have proven me wrong." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 6:53:20 GMT -5
All he had to do was look around - a lot of the people in this room fit the same criteria. Dany laughed a bit anyway. "You are too kind, Lord Toyne. Speaking of power, you probably have slightly more of that than me at the moment, being a lord and all. Do you come to court often?" she asked, completely unaware that his family had also been victims in the slaughter three years ago.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 3, 2014 6:58:54 GMT -5
"Those of us without dragons will always have less power than those with them." Tybalt replied with a shrug as if power concerned him little. "Our house words may be 'Fly High, Fly Far' but their poetic nature pales in comparison to those that can literally do just that."
"I frequent court often as His Grace will have me. These occasions do bring our the best the realm has to offer and a distraction from the bleak times in which we live."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 7:06:49 GMT -5
"Ah, point taken," said Daenerys, who had been talking about titles only, and what he said next struck her as amusing. "Are those really your house's words? Perhaps they are such so as to inspire us with dragons," she mused, wondering how exactly he knew so much about her. "I feel like this particular one might have another reason than distraction."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 3, 2014 7:31:17 GMT -5
"Ah, point taken," said Daenerys, who had been talking about titles only, and what he said next struck her as amusing. "Are those really your house's words? Perhaps they are such so as to inspire us with dragons," she mused, wondering how exactly he knew so much about her. "I feel like this particular one might have another reason than distraction." "They are indeed, though I had never considered them as inspired by the beasts." Tybalt said, thoughtfully. "Perhaps a dragon at Darkheart hall would lend them more credence." "I would argue its entire purpose is distraction, though a pleasant one with such radiant company." the young man said, showing thought beyond just a handsome face. The Tyroshi sellswords must be distracted with wine and song so that they do not seethe over the fact they have yet to be paid in full for their services." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 8:51:03 GMT -5
"Yes, that banker fellow seems very dour indeed. Must be something in the Iron air, they all seem to be so grim." As she grew in confidence, her steps became more natural and flowing. "What other little things do you enjoy, My Lord?" "I guarantee if he spent a few moment dancing with a pretty girl, his smile would be as bright as my own." Tybalt said with a cocksure smile as he twirled Elseyris around the dance floor.
"Now we are dancing!" he exclaimed with admiration as her steps became less stilted and flowed with his own. "Dancing is passion, the language of the soul. If so, your soul has boundless passion, my lady."
"The things I don't enjoy would be a far shorter list. I appreciate fine wine, savory food, a warm bed, a beautiful woman, a sunrise on Shipbreaker Bay, a spirited ride in the Kingswood..." he mused, the recollection of fond memories bringing a youthful smile to his face.
She hoped that her blushing could be disguised as exertion from the lively dancing. His smile was truly arresting. "Well, it seems I have a more graceful soul than I expected!" she laughed. "Those things all sound wonderful, though I admit I have never seen Shipbreaker Bay. It's name alone suggests loveliness. As for spirited rides, would you, perhaps, have an interest in seeing the Kingswood and the Blackwater from high above?" The wine and energetic dancing had made her bold. Just as she finished saying it, she worried that she had overstepped a bound. Before he could respond, someone bumped into them, causing her to lurch backwards, luckily caught by Tybalt before she actually fell. For a brief moment, their faces almost touched. As he pulled her back up, the song ended, and she steadied herself, glancing anxiously around, hoping no-one had noticed the stumble. She saw that the person who had collided with them was Dany. Tybalt had not missed a beat, turning to engage her animately in conversation. Elseyris just stood where she was, feeling intensely awkward, not sure whether to stay or go. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 10:12:39 GMT -5
"Ah, point taken," said Daenerys, who had been talking about titles only, and what he said next struck her as amusing. "Are those really your house's words? Perhaps they are such so as to inspire us with dragons," she mused, wondering how exactly he knew so much about her. "I feel like this particular one might have another reason than distraction." "They are indeed, though I had never considered them as inspired by the beasts." Tybalt said, thoughtfully. "Perhaps a dragon at Darkheart hall would lend them more credence." "I would argue its entire purpose is distraction, though a pleasant one with such radiant company." the young man said, showing thought beyond just a handsome face. The Tyroshi sellswords must be distracted with wine and song so that they do not seethe over the fact they have yet to be paid in full for their services." "Quite many to choose from," replied Daenerys, pleasantly surprised that Tybalt seemed as sharp as he was pretty. "They ought to enjoy it, then. They probably paid for it." It was only when she noticed her young cousin standing there uncomfortably that she realized what she'd done. Elseyris was obviously as smitten by the young man as Dany herself, perhaps even more so. Biting her lip, Dany made a call she most likely would not have, had it been any other Targaryen cousin of hers. She could still remember the young girl's desperate attempts to save her father three years ago, and how her heart went out to her at the time. "Dear cousin," Dany began, "I am terribly sorry for bumping into you two like that earlier. I insist you give it another try, without being so unceremoniously interrupted this time." She smiled warmly at the both of them as the musicians started playing their instruments again. "I trust I will see more of you at court?" With that, the heir to Driftmark returned from the dance floor and accepted a goblet of sweet summerwine from a passing servant, now standing next to who she believed to be the Master of Coin. |
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 3, 2014 10:17:52 GMT -5
Lord Reyne had an eye for a pretty face. He bowed to Dany.
"My lady. I do not believe we have been properly introduced. I'm Addam Reyne, Lord of Castamere and Master of Coin."
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"Ah, I thought you might have been him. You sit at the Small Council with my father, then," said Dany, nodding her head. She hardly ever curtsied, that particular custom was not exactly her favourite one. "Daenerys Velaryon. Are you enjoying the party?" she asked, sipping the wine.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too