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Post by Horas on Jan 1, 2014 16:22:19 GMT -5
"I would like that," Aegon answers, helping himself to some food as well. "So many of us in the city for a change, the Pit must be crowded tonight. Though I'm sure I'll have to put in an appearance with these Tyroshi envoys first."
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 1, 2014 16:24:57 GMT -5
Aemon is present at the feast, he wears a plain black tunic with light blue embroidery running throughout the fabric to form the allusion of dragon scales. A medallion for his badge of office hangs around a small chain on his neck and he sits at one of the tables eating some of the foreign foods that was being served to honor the guests of honor.
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jan 1, 2014 16:29:37 GMT -5
"Oh yes nephew, you will have to", she grinned,"Being Crowned Prince, yes you're expected to meet, greet and kiss his ass just to keep good relations for the family." Taking another swig of her wine, she smiled at him. "Me, I can just slip in and out when I please. I'm not that important."
"Not until the fighting starts anyway." Arenya ate more of her meal. "Forgive my curiousity, but let me ask you a question, and tell me if I am prying nephew. I will not judge you." She then whispered to him,"How does your father feel about you worshiping the very Gods we battle against to defend our own? Why the fascination?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2014 16:39:37 GMT -5
The handsome youth bowed so low he was almost bent double. When he spoke, he had a thick, foreign accent but she was able to understand hi. "Is it? You must forgive me. Westeros has lots of princesses. We have none in Tyrosh. So I never met a princess before. I saw a pretty girl, so I looked at her. Is that wrong?" Daenya laughed. "Of course it isn't wrong, though perhaps you should be more subtle in future. I am a princess but I am also squire to the Queen." She returned his wink with a laugh. |
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 1, 2014 16:43:47 GMT -5
The handsome youth bowed so low he was almost bent double. When he spoke, he had a thick, foreign accent but she was able to understand hi. "Is it? You must forgive me. Westeros has lots of princesses. We have none in Tyrosh. So I never met a princess before. I saw a pretty girl, so I looked at her. Is that wrong?" Daenya laughed. "Of course it isn't wrong, though perhaps you should be more subtle in future. I am a princess but I am also squire to the Queen." She returned his wink with a laugh. The purple haired youth looked at her in surprise. "i did not know women could be squires in Westeros. I have not heard of such a thing. That is very interesting. Do you fight then?" |
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Post by Horas on Jan 1, 2014 16:45:39 GMT -5
"You really must have been away for awhile, to not have heard that particular piece of court gossip," Aegon says. "He has not taken it well. Nor mother, truly. But of course we aren't battling gods, Arenya, just deluded men."
He sighs. "I know you did not mean a slight, but the Seven are not just some fascination for me, some strange hobby I've recently picked up. The Faith -- the real Faith, not the twisted militant sect -- is good. It's difficult for me to describe it, it just feels right."
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jan 1, 2014 16:54:03 GMT -5
"No we are not battling Gods, we are battling to defend our belief in "our" Gods", she looked at him. "I know my siblings were not pleased with your decision. How could they be, our Gods are what we know, who we pray to and believe in."
Clasping his shoulder,"You are my blood, I will not judge you or shun for your beliefs. I will not say you are wrong in what you feel, but", she stared at him, meeting his eyes with hers,"When it is time to defend us and you will have to.. Who will you choose, Aegon? Will let those twisted militants barge in here and kill your mother or your father, me?"
"Or will you mount your dragon and defeat them in battle to avoid that ever happening?" Arenya patted his shoulder softly,"I am sure your heart will be in the right place. All religions are just beliefs of faith, nephew and my beliefs are not with the Seven of the Andals, it is with the Valyrian Gods. But again you are my blood and I will not turn from you even in your.... Faith quest."
"I am glad I finally get to talk to you", she smiled and drank from her goblet again.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2014 17:03:36 GMT -5
The purple haired youth looked at her in surprise. "i did not know women could be squires in Westeros. I have not heard of such a thing. That is very interesting. Do you fight then?" "Of course I fight," Daenya said with another laugh. "And I am only a squire because mother wanted one... and because I wanted to learn how to wield a sword. Can you fight?" |
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Post by Horas on Jan 1, 2014 17:04:39 GMT -5
Aegon looked genuinely hurt. "Do you truly think so little of me to believe I would not defend my own family? I have fought Poor Fellows and Warrior's Sons since I was old enough to raise an axe. I am the Prince of Dragonstone, and I have brought cold steel and dragonfire to our enemies."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 1, 2014 17:13:11 GMT -5
The purple haired youth looked at her in surprise. "i did not know women could be squires in Westeros. I have not heard of such a thing. That is very interesting. Do you fight then?" "Of course I fight," Daenya said with another laugh. "And I am only a squire because mother wanted one... and because I wanted to learn how to wield a sword. Can you fight?" "Course I can. I fight with a scimitar. That's a kind of curved sword. My father commands one of the mercenary companies your king hired. That's why I've come as part as the ambassador's party." |
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jan 1, 2014 17:13:28 GMT -5
There it was, that was what she wanted to see..His fire. It made her proud to know his heart was still with his blood. "There is your fire...",Arenya chuckled. "I regret not making a relationship in the past with you nephew."
"And no Aegon, I will never think little of anything you do. You are my brother's son", she smiled. "And if he can't see what you've just showed me then he has missed you entirely."
"Any of our young princesses should be proud to have you, faith or no." Taking another swallow of wine,"Speaking of, I know it is not my place to ask, but do you have any interest in one?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2014 17:18:09 GMT -5
"Course I can. I fight with a scimitar. That's a kind of curved sword. My father commands one of the mercenary companies your king hired. That's why I've come as part as the ambassador's party." "Maybe we could test each other and train in the yard one day," Daenya suggested politely. "I only get to train with a select amount of people, so it would be nice going up against a new opponent." |
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 1, 2014 17:29:40 GMT -5
"Maybe we could test each other and train in the yard one day," Daenya suggested politely. "I only get to train with a select amount of people, so it would be nice going up against a new opponent."[/quote] "It would," he agreed. "I like new opponents too. May I know your name? There are so many princesses, and I do not know which is which." Aemy entered the feasting hall, smiling cheerfully. At seventeen, she was as full-figured as ever, though now she had the shape of a woman despite the extra padding. She wore an ivory gown, with freshwater pearls sewn into the bodice, and carried it with a certain grace and dignity that would have been alien to her just a few years earlier. Her thick, glossy silver hair was bound it up in a bejeweled hairnet, and solitaires shone in her ears. Her jewels were from a renowned jeweler in Tyrosh and recognizably so, something that the Tyroshi envoy would notice. She looked around the all, taking it all in at a glance. She saw her brother Aegon deep in conversation with their aunt, and decided not to disturb them, while another of her kin was engaging the envoy in conversation. Aemy decided to present herself to her lady mother first. She approached Queen Rhaella and curtseyed before her. "Your Grace. This evening appears to have gotten off to a good start." "Yes, I think so." Rhaella smiled slightly but she still wished that Aemy could lose a little weight as she was so much bigger than Rhaella herself. "Your dress is very pretty, my dear. You should wear dresses like it more often. Have you met our guests yet?" |
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Post by Horas on Jan 1, 2014 17:31:17 GMT -5
There it was, that was what she wanted to see..His fire. It made her proud to know his heart was still with his blood. "There is your fire...",Arenya chuckled. "I regret not making a relationship in the past with you nephew." "And no Aegon, I will never think little of anything you do. You are my brother's son", she smiled. "And if he can't see what you've just showed me then he has missed you entirely." "Any of our young princesses should be proud to have you, faith or no." Taking another swallow of wine,"Speaking of, I know it is not my place to ask, but do you have any interest in one?" Aegon's smile returned at his aunt's remarks. "Thank you, Arenya. I know you have a warrior's heart as well. It is a shame we never crossed paths in our campaigns, for together I'd wager we could put the fear of the gods into our foes." "Whichever gods those might be," Aegon adds with a light smile, to show he had not taken lasting offense from her comments on his religion. "As for marriage, well... I have had thoughts, yes. Though it will be father's decision who I marry, the same as any of us." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2014 17:36:28 GMT -5
"It would," he agreed. "I like new opponents too. May I know your name? There are so many princesses, and I do not know which is which." "Guess!" Daenya said with a small giggle, for once feeling a little mischievous in her normal persona. After all, if he was going to wink at her then he could embarrass himself some more. She grinned. |
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jan 1, 2014 17:39:00 GMT -5
"It is a shame, that we have not and I get to sit here with you, a man grown", she nodded,"Maybe before our victory has been claimed over these Faith fanatics you father may see fit to send us together on a campaign."
Her expression changed at the mention of the word marriage,"Oh Gods, don't mention that. These wars have been what have saved me from that fate all of these years." The wine was good and she took another goblet full,"I fear that once this war is over, my brother will be trying to marry me off to whomever pleases him. I perish the thought daily."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2014 17:44:28 GMT -5
Elseyris slipped quietly into the room, staying at the edges at first, surveying everyone, working out where she would be safest. She snuck herself a goblet of wine, and took a surreptitious gulp, her eyes still scanning the room.
At the sight of the exotic-looking Tyroshi envoy, standing with Baelor, she took upon a look of near-entrancement. She edged towards him, studying his strange looks, which were, to her enigmatic and fasinating. She knew he was someone important though, so she dared not approach directly. She had, all too many times, been shooed away from conversations by her elders, not that it stopped her from listening at a distance.
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Post by Horas on Jan 1, 2014 17:44:34 GMT -5
"Do you find the thought so unappealing?" Aegon asked, somewhat amused. "You have never wanted to further your own line, to raise children you could be proud of?"
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 1, 2014 17:45:19 GMT -5
"It would," he agreed. "I like new opponents too. May I know your name? There are so many princesses, and I do not know which is which." "Guess!" Daenya said with a small giggle, for once feeling a little mischievous in her normal persona. After all, if he was going to wink at her then he could embarrass himself some more. She grinned. The youth grinned back at her. "Er...the most beautiful, princess? Truly, that must be it! The fair maid of Kings Landing?" He bowed again and stepped closer. "Thank you, Mother," Aemy said, returning to the informal manner of addressing her mother now that the formal greeting had been exchanged. In truth, she found her mother's gentle, almost friendly indifference far easier to bear, and was almost fond of her. "And I have not met him. What's his name again? And what's he like? Introduce me. I see Daenya has found a young fellow to toy with already, by the way." "Oh." Rhaella glanced over at her youngest daughter. "I hope she behaves herself. I was not ready for boys at her age. The Ambassador is over there, the man with green hair." Rhaella indicated the man standing with Baelor. "He is Rorio Mathoris, a most pleasant and charming man, but it is all diplomacy, of course. If you speak with him, be sure not to say too much." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2014 17:48:08 GMT -5
The youth grinned back at her. "Er...the most beautiful, princess? Truly, that must be it! The fair maid of Kings Landing?" He bowed again and stepped closer." "A most charming guess, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder," Daenya replied, laughing again. "I am Princess Daenya Targaryen, rider of Vandaras and squire to the Queen. And now, the Fair Maid of King's Landing." She smiled. |
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jan 1, 2014 17:50:12 GMT -5
"Do you find the thought so unappealing?" Aegon asked, somewhat amused. "You have never wanted to further your own line, to raise children you could be proud of?" "Dear nephew, I have had the pleasure of watching all of my nieces and nephews grow and make me proud. Warriors and Dragons, all of you." she smiled at him,"I do not want a husband... If he is of our line that would fine, but knowing your father as I do", she smirked, "it will be someone outside of us to secure something important." "Those not Targaryen do not understand our ways", she broke a piece of bread wiping the gravy on her plate, popping it into her mouth,"And I do not have time to explain it to an outsider, noble or not." |
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Post by Horas on Jan 1, 2014 17:58:10 GMT -5
Aegon laughed. "Those outsiders have good ideas too you know, and there are plenty of worthy lords in the realm. But I certainly would not force you to pick one. Hopefully father shares the same inclinations in that respect."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2014 18:03:31 GMT -5
At the sight of Aemy approaching, Elseyris knew she would have to either step in now, at the risk of appearing rude, or back away, and likely lose her chance to speak to the person who had drawn her interest.
It was a snap decision.
"Excuse me, may I join you?" she said, with a hint of anxiety, stepping into a space next to Baelor & the Tyroshi, and casting a friendly, earnest gaze between the two of them, hoping against hope that she hadn't made a terrible mistake.
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jan 1, 2014 18:04:43 GMT -5
"I hear you making sense Aegon, but I still have a cold chill run across my spine", she smiled,"at the thought of another man touching me who is not of the the Targaryen line."
"Call me prejudiced, but I can't bring myself to do it", she shook her head,"He would have to stir something deep inside me to even change my view."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 1, 2014 18:07:27 GMT -5
The youth grinned back at her. "Er...the most beautiful, princess? Truly, that must be it! The fair maid of Kings Landing?" He bowed again and stepped closer." "A most charming guess, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder," Daenya replied, laughing again. "I am Princess Daenya Targaryen, rider of Vandaras and squire to the Queen. And now, the Fair Maid of King's Landing." She smiled. "Princess Daenya. Daenya the Fair, Daenya the Brave. Daenya the Flower of the West." He bowed again. "My name is Valio Faharis, guard of the great Rorio Mathoris. Let us duel tomorrow, when we have not been drinking. Have you tried the wine? It's rather good." |
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too