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Post by Morys Martell on Jun 22, 2014 19:54:09 GMT -5
"No mother, I think I have coin to suffice..." Morys said, raising a hand in front of himself to motion for her not to. "Thank you for the offer, but I think this is something that I should undertake myself, with my own expenses..." he said as he looked to the sharab, seeing it almost empty, "Show I am capable enough to do this." he said with a small smile as he finished the drink, feeling a bit warm despite the cold drink.
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Post by Morys Martell on Jun 23, 2014 16:32:34 GMT -5
After a lengthy silence, morys looked to his mother, giving a polite not as he set his glass down, "So, mother. We know what affairs lie in my future. What of yours?" he asked as he brought up the small piece of cloth to wipe the wine from his lips, lest they stain red, "Have you any plans in the near future? Anything I may help with?"
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 23, 2014 19:10:34 GMT -5
Visenya was caught off guard by her son's question, but was quick to reply. "The Prince and I intend to marry," she said, though it had been the case for five years or more. Certainly before the birth of her fourth and last child. "Of course there are certain...obstacles to that goal." She meant Sarella, who thought Visenya a good match for her second son Quentyn but never one for her heir.
The next was more difficult. She did not want to tell the boy too much, and so she offered something else trivial. "I will find suitable matches for all my children. Valaena will be most difficult, I think. Dornish girls from every family would line up for the Lord of Whitesand, though."
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Post by Morys Martell on Jun 23, 2014 19:42:49 GMT -5
"Most likely they would..." Morys said with a embarrassed expression, a slight smile on his face as he seemed to relax a bit more, "Valaena though...I think she will find a suitor she desires. And I doubt very much his opinion will matter much, once shes made up her mind." he said, thinking of how fierce and determined her sister could be. The dragon blood in her was certainly strong, that was for sure.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 25, 2014 11:07:17 GMT -5
"I mean her to marry one of the blood of Old Valyria. I would prefer you did as well, my sweet, but there is hardly enough to go around. Elyas refused his daughter for you. Lord Dryland, I mean." She frowned as she corrected herself. "He doesn't understand that we must keep the Targaryen blood strong. No one does, not even Try- Prince Trystane. They would be fine if the dragonriding in Dorne ceased. I would not."
She went silent, drinking and thinking heavily about finding matches for her children among the old blood in Essos.
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Post by Morys Martell on Jun 26, 2014 0:35:35 GMT -5
"We need to keep the fire burning strong..." Morys said as he looked down to the glass, resting a hand nearby as he appeared lost in thought, "What little in our blood there is..." he said, looking up to her with his grey eyes, an grim understanding in them as he looked to his mother.
Duty was what was at stake here, and both Morys and Valaena had their own duties to do, for dorne, and for their families future.
"I am sure that we will find a way...for dorne, and for the dragons she will sire." he said simply, giving a nod as he contemplated getting another drink. After some moment he held the glass for the servant to take, deciding he'd had enough drinking for one day.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Jun 26, 2014 4:05:20 GMT -5
She looked at her son sharply, though her expression quickly softened when she realized he was in earnest. At least her own blood was sympathetic. Morys was only a fourth Targaryen blood, while Valaena had three-fourths, a fact of which she was sure they both were keenly aware. Elia was not to be mentioned, being barely four, though she fell in the same category as Morys.
"I am glad you understand. Therefore, please sow bastards as you may. That is a young mans prerogative after all, but save the choice of your bride for one who will most benefit our line and our nation." There was no questioning that the order of her words belied their importance,
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too