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Post by The Gambler on Apr 9, 2014 20:16:31 GMT -5
"I have no use for your gratitude." was his acerbic reply. "Merely another pair of wings."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2014 20:27:12 GMT -5
"As you say, Your Grace. Will there be anything else?"
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Post by The Gambler on Apr 9, 2014 20:30:40 GMT -5
"No, there will not." he said, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2014 20:36:39 GMT -5
She stood up silently and sidled out of the room. Once she was out in the corridor again, a huge grin spread across her face, as she resisted the urge to skip all the way back to the manse.
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Post by The Gambler on Apr 13, 2014 17:03:24 GMT -5
/// The Hand of the King, Janos Velaryon, is summoned to His Grace's chambers.
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Post by Janos Velaryon on Apr 15, 2014 0:01:16 GMT -5
Janos arrived with haste. "Your grace" He addressed the king.
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Post by The Gambler on Apr 15, 2014 0:08:22 GMT -5
"I'll make this short, Janos." Maegor replied, pointing to a spot on his worn oak deak. "Your badge. I am hereby relieving you of your station as my Hand.
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Post by Janos Velaryon on Apr 15, 2014 0:21:57 GMT -5
Janos removed the badge and placed it on the desk. "Will that be all, your grace"
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Post by The Gambler on Apr 15, 2014 0:23:25 GMT -5
"It will." Maegor intoned, running his thumbs over the knuckles of the silver hand.
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Post by Janos Velaryon on Apr 15, 2014 0:25:52 GMT -5
"Then if your grace will excuse me, I should begin having my belongings moved out of the tower" Janos said, before making his exit.
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