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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 7:05:24 GMT -5
"What do you want to know? I went to the Summer Isles, where I wasn't greeted in the most positive way... but they are a good people," Daenya said. "Very intent to just live life how they want it. We could learn from them."
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Post by The Gambler on May 23, 2014 7:08:09 GMT -5
"You'll forgive my interest. A lord does not have the luxury of extensive travel." Baratheon said, interest clearly piqued. "Are the rumors of their temples true?"
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 7:10:28 GMT -5
"Only too true," Daenya answered, remember how... intense things had gotten. "They see the love between a man and woman, or between anyone, outside of marriage in the same way as us Valyrians. It is not a sin, like in the yes of your Seven."
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Post by The Gambler on May 23, 2014 7:20:49 GMT -5
"As long as we are being honest with one another, I have never been on the best of terms with the Seven." he replied. "I am not a man for restrictions."
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 7:22:19 GMT -5
"Then what gods do you follow?" Daenya asked him, leaning back in her chair.
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Post by The Gambler on May 23, 2014 7:29:33 GMT -5
"I have not yet found a pantheon that can hold my attention for long." he admitted. "Though perhaps these Summer Island gods will inspire my devotion."
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 7:37:45 GMT -5
"Are you implying something?" Daenya asked, her expression inquisitive. "Because you don't strike me as a man who won't say what he wants."
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Post by The Gambler on May 23, 2014 7:52:14 GMT -5
"Can a man not enjoy simple conversation?" he inquired, with a laugh.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 8:04:40 GMT -5
Daenya shrugged. "He can, but I feel like you are trying to make a point." She crossed her legs. "And if not then forgive me for being mistaken."
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Post by The Gambler on May 23, 2014 8:13:24 GMT -5
"The point was that I am a man that enjoys the pleasures life has to offer." he explained. "An enjoyment that the religion of the Summer Islands would seem to condone rather than condemn."
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 8:23:14 GMT -5
Daenya studied Baratheon for a long moment, before pursing her lips. "I would be willing to offer you a look into the worship methods of the Summer Isles. An example, if you will, or a taster to see if it is the religion for you. In exchange I want Rhaegar, alone, to do with him as I wish."
Noteworthy: Charm
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Post by The Gambler on May 23, 2014 8:28:31 GMT -5
"My my you do cut straight to the point, don't you?" he replied not unkindly, raising a curious eyebrow. "Dragons clearly have no talent for small talk."
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 8:31:56 GMT -5
"What needs is there for smalltalk when we both know what I want?" Daenya asked him. "All things concerned I am still a captive, with little chance of seeing the members of my family that I love. I have traded myself in marriage to you for vengenace; do you think there is much else left for me?"
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Post by The Gambler on May 23, 2014 8:38:10 GMT -5
"Such pessimism is hardly a quality to send my pulse racing." he remarked dryly. "Besides, there are scores of Summer Islander whores in the city that would be pleased to share this experience with me for gold instead of your blood price."
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 8:42:22 GMT -5
Daenya suppressed a sigh, wondering how much of herself she would lose this time.
"But none of them are a Targaryen princess, are they?" She asked, rising only to straddle Baratheon on his chair, skirt pulled up to her knees. "Where would be the excitement in paying gold for such a sensual service?" She added, nipping at his neck.
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Post by The Gambler on May 23, 2014 8:54:56 GMT -5
"In my experience highborn cunny feels no different from peasant." he replied, continuing to sip his wine, though he did place his other hand upon her thigh. "And the price paid, whatever it is, makes little difference on the pleasure enjoyed,"
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 9:03:07 GMT -5
"It's not the cunt that matters, but the attitude," Daenya responded, biting his neck a little harder. "You won't find a whore that'll ride you like she's ridden her dragon."
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Post by The Gambler on May 23, 2014 9:10:15 GMT -5
"You would not be the first dragon rider I've had the pleasure of bedding." he remarked, though tilted his head slightly to allow her better access. "Not even the first this month. And she was free."
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 9:15:16 GMT -5
"And you won't be the biggest cock I've ever had, but we'll both just have to accept that, won't we?" She replied, pulling back a little. "I'd be willing to give you every impression you were though." She added, winking, as she pushed her chest against his.
"Do we have a deal?"
Apprentice: Seduction
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(Not sure really which is more appropriate now)
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Post by The Gambler on May 23, 2014 9:24:35 GMT -5
Borros laughed hard at that, actually setting down his goblet now to keep from spilling the wine.
"Very well, I am of no mind to refuse such an offer. Though I reserve the right to judge if your end of the bargain has been upheld. I will not be the fool that finds out halfway in that he has paid for a dead fish."
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 9:32:18 GMT -5
CURTAINS
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 6:11:30 GMT -5
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At the hour of the Wolf, Daenya stood in the entrance of her tent. She wore her black leather armour and had her sword, the one Aegon had given to her on her nameday, at her belt. Her hair was done up in two braids and her face was clear of all makeup.
Thus, she waited.
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Post by The Gambler on May 24, 2014 6:15:36 GMT -5
Lord Baratheon arrived shortly, in a simple leather jerkin and riding breeches, sword at his side. He was accompanied by four of his guardsmen and his brother-in-law Lord Roland Connington.
"Are you ready then?" Baratheon asked, in a jovial mood despite the nature of the task for which they met.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 6:18:54 GMT -5
"Ready as I'll ever be," Daenya replied, stepping out of her tent. She looked up at the night sky and took a deep breath, before joining the group Baratheon had brought.
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Post by The Gambler on May 24, 2014 6:29:20 GMT -5
The group made their way to Rhaegar's tent, where two royal guardsmen stood watch before the tent flap. Prince Quentyn, had of course, been confined to a separate tent, guarded by Borros' own men. Baratheon motioned for Daenya to hold back behind a tent as he sent two of his guardsmen forward, wineskins in hand. What followed was the conversation one would expect between commoners on a boring night: talk of home, talk of wine, and talk of women. What was not expected was the gurgling noise that followed, barely a whisper on the night air, larynxs having been slashed to prevent screams or yells from alerting the camp. At that signal, Borros turned the corner, where his two men were wiping their blades off on the cloaks of the two royal guards.
"We have four hours before the shift changes and the alarm is raised." Borros informed Daenya, bending down to take a dead guard's sword from its scabbard.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too