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 Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 12:10 am
The Spider's Web of Words  Offering a gentle smile to what would seem an outburst to most, given that he still had a blade against his cheek. As bold as this guard was, he did seem to take heed in his actions and did not jump off just any ledge, or he would be lying here bleeding to death. No, there was something different. As for removing his helm, the northman quickly thought if he should comply or refuse, though only momentarily before looking the man in the eye. In a hushed tone he spoke, "Is that what troubles you? That I wear this helm and deprive you of knowing what you know so little of?" His eyes bore into the man. "Though I will comply with your request none the less." No sooner had he responded did he feel a rushed gloved hand grab his helm's brim and jerk it free revealing the man beneath the mask. Taking in the warmth upon his dry and dirt-laden skin, he let the air stick to him. If he could truly identify him by sight in a dark alley in the seedy underworld of Kingslanding, he might actually have someone worth his attention before him. Though if this golden maned man kept to the same level of severity in his actions, he may have to alter his own. "Well," he rasped, "What will you have me say now? You ask questions, though you do not submit the words you mean. What I know is that I see a man, new to the city, fresh from his home, taking well to the curiosities around him. Though I suppose that is mostly what I see as you see me. As for what I know, what I truly know, I truthfully do not know what it is you seek in your vague query. I can offer a question though to answer yours, if you'll have it." With this, he leaned in closer, thanking what toughness his skin had adapted so that he did not cut himself as he did so. "What is it that you truly wish to know?" His eyes cut wounds of their own as he searched the man for the aspirations he hoped had begun to blossom as the mind of man often did. Could he catch another bird for his flock?
Όѳʗ: My apologies for the delay
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 7:23 am
Come away Little Lost, come away to the water......Away from the Light that you always knew. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Sansa✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ Mentally glad that Cersei was easily distracted by Tyrion being near--and at least five glasses of wine in her--Sansa only hoped that she was not too terribly pleased or disappointed when the servant girl came back to Sansa's side quickly to refill her cup with this time water. Giving a look of relief and smiled her thanks to the girl, she gulped down half of the cup of water with no hesitation. When Tyrion asked to join and sup with them, she was going to say something and she had that look; but the young woman closed her mouth instead and gestured along the table quietly.
It was not that difficult to notice the Queen Regent's irritable level on the rise, but equally noticeable she was a bit on the tipsy side; close to drunk. Well, aside from the children, that was the one thing Cersei and King Robert had in common--their love for wine. Out of instinct, Sansa scooted back her chair just a little when the glass of wine toppled over onto the table. One too many dresses have been ruined before, no thanks to Sansa's younger siblings, so it was out of habit that she was at the ready to yell at someone if it did spill onto her. Snapping back into reality, though, the young traitorous-blood Stark woman looked around at the guards far away into the back and then back to Tyrion. No, it was not Arya laughing. It was not Bran and Rickon snickering about it. It was not Mother reprimanding any of them. Not even Septa Mordane here to assist Sansa in the clean-up. Noone, but the servant girl who looked just as frightened as Arya would have if their mother threatened them with a lashing of her harsh hand across their bottom. Noone, but just Sansa. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Stark✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ We are calling to you...............................................................................................................................................................We are coming for you.
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The Ariadelle Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 6:52 pm
⋅⊰⊱≶•≷ ⊰⊱⋅ Tyrion of House Lannister ⋅⊰⊱≶•≷⊰ ⊱⋅   "I've offended you. Forgive me. It's been a rough morning." Half listening to his sister's stupor as he made his way to the now adjusted seat beside Sansa, Tyrion was instantly jolted back to being all ears as his lap became adorned with a chilled wine. Instinctively, he jumped, hitting the table across his thighs, although probably with less force than a man of normal stature. Through the cacophony he held in the natural outburst, though perhaps by the sound of it Cersei had not. Looking to see which girl had attended to her goblet last, he saw the same serving girl form earlier scampering up to their table and already beginning to sop up the thin red mess. With a sigh, he began to think of some way to ease the poor girl's day aside from leaving a gold or two on the table as he left.
Snapping back once more to his fellow table members, he turned and looked upon Sansa. "I am dreadfully sorry if I disturbed your glass in my sudden action," though upon looking now, he saw that she had managed to keep hold of hers, unlike some other people across from them, though she did seem to have the glazed over look about her. Such a lost look was all too familiar to him, and rather than break her from her moment of peace, he turned to share words with the drunk.
With a notable rise in his voice, he began, "No words of regret, as always." he scoffed and then sighed, trying to contain his outburst so he may perhaps have a proper conversation this evening. "I do hope you know that if you were not family I would be barking at you in more tongues than all of the lands of the East, but as you are family, I will contain my severity. As for why I wanted to attend to my matters with haste, surely you must understand how relevant such a task is so close to the King's wedding?" Letting that sink into her alcohol addled mind, he then continue, "surely you do realize this?" Tyrion hoped she did at least take in how important establishing a good name for a king was prior to his wedding. If his people were not behind him by then, an uprising would not be unheard of, especially given the commoner's take to Joffrey as they made their way back from Myrcella's send off. Ah how such things seemed so fresh, though they had been so long ago."The king is a lost cause. It's the rest of us that I'm worried now."    
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 9:18 pm
♦•◆•♦ x Queen Regent Cersei Lannister x ♦•◆•♦
"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground."   "I don't need to apologize to you, dwarf," said Cersei, bitterness lacing her voice. She grabbed her fork and harshly stabbed into a big chunk of meat, letting it stick there. "And if you weren't a Lannister, you would have been drowned in a river as a baby. Just remember that." She pulled her fork out, tearing off a piece of venison. She stuffed it in her mouth and swallowed it. She didn't regret being so harsh with her brother, since she was not fond of him. The alcohol probably added to it as well.
Cersei soon realized that Sansa was still sitting at the table and had witnessed her outbursts. The girl was so quiet that she kept forgetting she was there. Any normal person would have been embarrassed by what she had just done, but Cersei didn't care. The Stark girl needed to see a good example of a strong woman who wasn't afraid to speak up. Maybe then she'd actually grow a backbone. Fixing her gaze on Sansa, Cersei said, "Remember this, dear Sansa: a woman is just as strong as a man, if not stronger. The only reason men seem to come out on top is because women tend to forget that. Don't let them push you around."
Cersei's alcohol-addled brain latched onto something as she realized that Tyrion had asked her something earlier. Something about performing a task before Joffrey's wedding. This was a good opportunity to use as an example of what she had just told Sansa. "The matter will be dealt with whenever it best suits me, and that is not right now. At least wait until tomorrow before bothering me with such trivial matters." "I should wear the armour, and you the gown."
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 9:43 pm
Come away Little Lost, come away to the water......Away from the Light that you always knew. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Sansa✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ Sansa, as always, just listened to the two converse to each other like true siblings should act. Well, as true as she believed the Lannisters do. When the Queen Regent spoke to her firmly about being on top. Honestly, Sansa did not truly understand, but she gave a small nod to her as if she did understand. There was something on her mind, though, while the two went on speaking again. Going back to the small amount of conversation between Cersei and Maester Pycelle. There was not many she could trust about this. There was one person who takes the Queen Regent's venom so well and let it bounce off of him.
Looking over to Tyrion, Sansa gave a small smile to him before finally speaking, "Lord Tyrion. The Septa told me about a book of the history of King's Landing and its immediate surrounding Kingdoms. I was wondering if you had it in your collection?" Though that was not true at all, especially since she had not seen a Septa since Mordane; but only hoped and prayed the Queen Regent would not notice it at all. Keeping the simpleton-looking face on, there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes as she continued to look to him. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Stark✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ We are calling to you...............................................................................................................................................................We are coming for you.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 10:18 pm
Chester was taken back by the shadowy scruff the man had revealed. Although it was dark in the alley Chester’s eyes had plenty of time to adjust to the figure before him. The man held the helm in his right hand and frowned as the captor was playing with his words, simply requesting the Lannister would be more forward with his questions, because what the man may know may be too wide of a variety, but it did not exactly give the prisoner permission to speak freely. He narrowed his eyes down at the armored man and quickly decided to reassert his position.
“A Nothern new prisoner asking a Lannister questions? Just where do you think you are?” Chester gave a small demeaning chuckle down at the man and showed a small smirk. “Very well, if you think you think you hold a standard higher than a meager prisoner, then ask away, but I would watch your tongue Northerner.” Chester barked pressing his blade against the man’s open neck to back up his tall talk, though rest assured he still had use for this man yet as long as he knew how to kneal when told. Otherwise he was sure to hold more cards in his hand than this prisoner would care to stake his life on.
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The Ariadelle Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 10:35 pm
⋅⊰⊱≶•≷ ⊰⊱⋅ Tyrion of House Lannister ⋅⊰⊱≶•≷⊰ ⊱⋅"I've offended you. Forgive me. It's been a rough morning." Biting his tongue as his dear dear sister stabbed him with insult upon insult in front of the girl, Tyrion held it in. He would not let her get to him, not today, now now. As her words trickled to the one beside him, his eyes followed their path. Listening to her go on about being on top, and how women simply forgot, leaving out the fact that some men are known to be terribly cruel to their wives, or to any common whore really. Just listening to her drabble make the thought of Joffrey pop into his head. Thinking of a bolder girl rising up against him would never happen, he'd never have it, ever. It was actually quite rare, now that he thought of it, for men to allow women to be so bold as his sister. How Robert had endured it, he did not know. No wait, he endured it by not being around this tyrant. At the mention of his previous question being halted due to Cersei wanting to show power, he looked away from her. He'd expected as much really. She would not care about such things so soon from his last meeting. Though in a way his whole trip down here was simply a test to see that she wasn't all about the castle working against him already, and as he'd hoped, the guards' reactions earlier to their Queen Regent were indeed accurate. No one wished to dine with her, not even poor Sansa whom she no doubtedly dragged to the table with threats.
Looking at the girl beside him their eyes met and in that instance the ghost of a smile crosses her face, something he had not seen in honest in some time. Listening to her query. It was true that he had quite a few volumes that spoke of most Kingdoms, all of Westeros, for sure. Such a task would be easy enough. "I'm almost certain I have this history text you speak of." Looking at her goblet, no plate, and the fleeting look in her eye, Tyrion took the hint. Turning back to Cersei he spoke. "My Queen Regent, as it seems my task has been halted until it pleases you, will you allow me and Lady Stark to leave your table in search of some reading? It would seem that she is finished supping and as most serving girls will not attend to the table, perhaps it would be wisest to sup in my quarters?, " his tone remained calm as he politely asked in a way that would hopefully appeal to the lush, though who could truly tell the mannerisms of Cersei Lannister?
"The king is a lost cause. It's the rest of us that I'm worried now."
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 11:06 pm
♦•◆•♦ x Queen Regent Cersei Lannister x ♦•◆•♦
"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground." Cersei felt the urge to snap back at Tyrion for daring to say that her own servants would not attend her, but she held back her tongue. Doing so would involve forcing the serving girl to serve them all, which would only make Tyrion stick around longer. Even in her alcohol-dazed state, she did not want that. She'd let that insult slide as long as she didn't have to deal with her little brother further. Taking in a deep breathe to control her anger, Cersei said, "Leave if you must. I was almost finished my meal anyway."
Looking down at her plate, Cersei had indeed eaten most of her venison. She signalled for the serving girl to collect her almost empty plate, giving her an intense glare that told the girl that if she dared defy the Queen Regent, she'd regret it. She was not disappointed as the girl scurried over to the table and took the plate away. She gave Tyrion a smug look, since she had just proved him wrong.
Cersei let her gaze linger over Sansa for a moment. "You shouldn't waste your time on those history books like my little brother here. The past is meaningless and sticking your nose in dusty old tomes will do you no good. Focus on the present and future, which truly matter. There are much better things a young maiden like you can do." Realizing that the two were just watching her and not saying a word, Cersei frowned. "Fine, if such things truly interest you, then go play with your moldy books. Just get out of my sight." She waved her hand at them, dismissing them from her presence. "I should wear the armour, and you the gown."
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 11:24 pm
Come away Little Lost, come away to the water......Away from the Light that you always knew. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Sansa✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ Her soft smile grew just a hair when Tyrion gave an invitation to his chambers for finding this book she only made up immediately. Looking back to Cersei, who did have a look of disgust because of this excuse, her smile stayed the same when she spoke to her; making sure to choose her words carefully. "Even a lady with traitor's blood running in her veins, she must know and understand the allegiance between the Houses with the Crown and how it came to be. That way, should they decide to go to Lord Stannis or the traitor that is my brother; we will know their weakness." Sansa believed, and hoped, that reason would suffice the Queen Regent's mind.
Having being excused, though, Sansa placed the cup onto the table and stood up from the chair. Giving the proper curtsy to the Queen Regent and even to Tyrion, she left the royals' table promptly and walked down the dining hall. Just in case Tyrion needed to give any last words to his sister, Sansa decided to wait directly outside the dining hall doors. With this escape, she even gave a small nod to the guards who were just relaxing, but did not speak much to each other. A sigh of relief came from mouth just as soon as she went beyond the doors of the dining hall. Well, at least that bit went to plan. Now it was the rest of how to explain what little she knows to Tyrion. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Stark✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ We are calling to you...............................................................................................................................................................We are coming for you.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 9:41 pm
⋅⊰⊱≶•≷ ⊰⊱⋅ Tyrion of House Lannister ⋅⊰⊱≶•≷⊰ ⊱⋅"I've offended you. Forgive me. It's been a rough morning." Hopping down from his seat, he looked about his sister in her all of her pride. "Until we see one other next, I bid you good tidings," he said with a somber tone in his voice, though he knew not why. Something about the angry queen sitting alone at her table made him feel sorry for his sister in ways he had not imagined possible. For these reasons he would have to redeem her in the eyes of her peers and those who were beneath them. He loathed it, but until she had fear with her power once more his house would be repaired...as much as he could do.
Nodding to the guards as he passed through the door they opened he saw Sansa waiting outside the hall. Tyrion hadn't even seen the girl drift off, how lost he had been in his own musings of the mind. "So, my dear," he said as he crossed over to her, "Tell me more of this volume you seek, perhaps a bit more clarity for it's purpose will assist me in filtering it from amongst the others I own." He walked with her a bit further, looking over his shoulders to see if any guards were nearby before continuing. "Or was your book one that depicted exiting atrocious dining arrangements with foul hosts?" His eyebrow quirked upward, giving his marred face the faint glimmer of humor that it once held."The king is a lost cause. It's the rest of us that I'm worried now."
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The Ariadelle Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 10:32 pm
♦•◆•♦ x Queen Regent Cersei Lannister x ♦•◆•♦
"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground." Cersei sat in silence as she watched both Sansa and then Tyrion leave the dining hall. She didn't want to leave until she was sure they were gone, especially after making such a fuss dismissing them. She still felt that it was a silly idea for Sansa to spend her time reading her books. Her little brother did that and look where that got him. Cersei was the one with the power, not Tyrion, and she'd make certain in stayed that way as she tried to use him for her own purposes.
Less than a minute after the two had left, the guards eating near the entrance rose from their seats and walked out. At first Cersei thought it was another attempt to disrespect her, but then she noticed that their plates were empty. It was fortunate that she didn't have to deal with them, since she wasn't in the mood to further berate the guards. The serving girl soon scurried out of the kitchen, collected all the dirty dishes, and disappeared back the way she had come. Now Cersei was alone; completely and absolutely alone.
Cersei let the emptiness of the room sink in. Since the Battle of the Blackwater, she had felt so alone. Most of her allies had either sided with her father or were mostly useless, such as Pycelle. She had no-one left that she could truly trust or confide in. It was times like this that Cersei missed her brother Jaime. He was her other half, the only person who could complete her. As far as she knew, he was still being held captive by the Starks. Sometimes she considered trading Sansa for Jaime, but she knew that the Starks would be hesitant to do so, since Jaime was so deadly with a blade. Even so, they'd most likely expect Arya as part of the trade, and that girl was still nowhere to be found. Perhaps she would have to look in on the search for the girl.
Cersei let out a sigh and placed her head in her hands. Dealing with all these matters of court were wearing her down. Sometimes it felt like just too much for her. Still, she would never give it up; the power that came with playing the game of thrones was so very satisfying. Done with sitting around, Cersei rose from her seat and sauntered out of the dining hall. She was starting to feel a bit weary, so perhaps she'd just retire to her bedchambers for now. "I should wear the armour, and you the gown."
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 10:10 pm
Come away Little Lost, come away to the water......Away from the Light that you always knew. `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Sansa✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ Once Tyrion joined her in the halls and led the way through the corridors traveling back to his chambers, Sansa the whole time kept quiet like normal. It was not until Tyrion spoke to her about which volume of book and of the hasty exit. Keeping a soft smile on her face, she slowly shook her head. "I am not too sure which volume or the specific details of the book I am seeking. And no, the Queen Regent has been nothing less than a generous hostess to me." If anyone has seen how King Joffrey has treated her, Cersei must have been The Mother in comparison.
"I--" The sentence paused as the young woman looked around carefully without moving her head so much. There was a calming look upon her face--perhaps too calming. Pondering quickly, she thought her best of riddles; vaguely remembering that Lord Tyrion might be clever enough to break it down. "A volume that I looking for on the history of Westeros may be something about past secrets revealed. What was true and what has been polished and embellished. Do you know anything to that sort, My Lord?" `·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺Stark✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´`·.✺`·.¸ ¸.·´✺.·´ We are calling to you...............................................................................................................................................................We are coming for you.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 8:48 pm
♦•◆•♦ x Queen Regent Cersei Lannister x ♦•◆•♦
"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground." Cersei swung open the doors to her chambers, stumbled to her bed, and plopped herself down on it. The alcohol had taken effect by now and she was feeling dizzy and lightheaded. She wasn't a heavy enough drinker to handle that much wine, since the habit was relatively new for her. She had only taken up drinking seriously after Robert's death.
Damn that man! Damn Robert and everything about him! If he had just kept his subjects in line and had left Ned Stark to tend to the North, Cersei wouldn't have to deal with this civil war right now. He'd left her a huge mess to clean up. It was like a huge royal middle finger at her for her part in his death. She could just imagine him laughing at her from his grave.
Cersei was interrupted as she heard a faint knock at the door. "Come in," she said as she cradled her head.
Pycelle stepped into the room, gave a slight bow that made his back creak with old age, and then approached the bed. He rolled back his sleeves and a vial slid out. He presented the small glass container to Cersei with a smile and said, "Here is the potion you required."
Cersei shushed him and gave him a scowl. "Don't be so loud about it. There are ears in these walls and I'd rather not have word of this getting out. Understood?" Pycelle nodded his head and handed over the vial. Cersei swiftly paced over to her dresser and shoved it in amongst some of her dresses. She looked back at Pycelle with a fake smile and said, "I won't forget this. You are dismissed." Pycelle immediately scurried out of the room.
With that old fool gone, Cersei let out a yawn. She was tired and didn't feel like dealing with any matters of court for now. She deserved a good rest. Donning a silk nightgown, she slipped beneath the covers of her four-poster bed and drifted off to sleep. "I should wear the armour, and you the gown."
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 7:24 pm
His footsteps echoed in the silent hall as his robe and his guards followed behind and beside him, Joffery couldn't help but smirk as he felt the tension rise in the air as he began to sit upon the Iron Throne. With a slouch to the left and his left hand propped against his chin her scanned the room as his subjects all stared up at him with what he considered respect. "Well? What are you waiting for, let the first one step up." He commanded his blue eyes beginning to focus on the center of the room, the thinned crowd began to divide as a old merchant stepped forward, bowing his head in respect for his king. "My lord, I first come to say how-" The old noble started but Joffery quickly tuned out to the a** kissing, he didn't need to be told what a wonderful job he was doing with the Kingdom and his people, he already knew all too well and didn't have time to waste on commoners such as him. "- but the peasants my lord, they have been stealing our food as they please and we have no possible money to pay for personal protection! Please lend us some of your guards, 20 at the most!" The noble pleaded, his eyes big as saucers to try and make King Joffery show mercy for him and the other Nobles. Joffery gave a small chuckle that quickly stopped with a scoff. "Twenty guards? Are you mad? If you nobles aren't even rich enough to pay for your own protection then why should we consider you nobles at all? You would think to ask me to personally give you twenty Royal guards that are loyal to protecting your King, to start protecting you and your food?! And what if some savages came in here and tried to assassinate your Gracious King, it would be all on your head!... You would love for me to be less protected wouldn't you sir?" Joffery leaned in from his throne and narrowed his eyes at the man who shrunk away from his stare. "N-no your grace! I onl-" The Noble was interrupted. "Do you have any daughters?" Joffery suddenly asked his frown maintaining its steadiness on his face. "Y-your grace?" "Daughters. Do you have any? How old are they?""Two, your grace, one 16 the other 12." The noble began to fidget with his fingers as he looked nervously at Joffery, his heart racing fast as if punishment was about to be brought down on him. "Very beautiful I bet." Joffery leaned back against his throne once more as his frown began to go into a wide smirk. "N-no your Grace, but I love them very much" "You would call your King a liar?!" Joffery shouted so the whole crowd could hear it. "N-no my King! I only-" "Send them both to the Brothel. if they aren't that good looking they should at least learn how to please a man that is unlucky enough to wed them." Joffery ordered his hands clenching the arms of the throne as he shifted in his seat. the Nobleman froze from the order, his head looking down with sadness. "Y-yes.. thank you your grace." He said backing away to exit the hall. "Next!" Joffery shouted as the crowd gasped at the sudden burst of volume.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 9:35 pm
⋅⊰⊱≶•≷ ⊰⊱⋅ Tyrion of House Lannister ⋅⊰⊱≶•≷⊰ ⊱⋅"I've offended you. Forgive me. It's been a rough morning." Tyrion let out a bold and jolly laugh at the girls vague description. "A volume that reveals secrets of Westeros, why I do believe I possess oh....dozens of volumes that could fit into that category." He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, almost waiting for the guards to round the corner, though none did. Letting his mix matched eyes give the girl a look over to check her for signs of mania, though she showed none. Letting out a sigh, easing a bit from his outburst only a moment ago, he took in her face with a softer look, if such a thing was possible from his scarred and twisted appearance. "Pardon my rudeness, I am not used to women of the court asking me for such things, do follow me to my quarters please so we can find this text you seek" He hesitated a moment, wondering what she could be playing at before he finally offered her a hand and led her to his quarters.
Checking first before entering to see if Shae had returned from wherever it was that she was off to, though he was thankful for the time being. Leading the Stark girl before him and into his sitting room, if you could call the small desk with two well worn chairs a proper 'sitting room'. Returning to shut the door, his gaze fell to her immediately as the hinges sealed the door shut once more. Rounding behind her, wondering how he would go about this discussion, he settled his choices and stepped 'round her side to face her. "My dear Sansa, I do apologize for my quarters for the time being, do forgive me for making you tolerate the dump that my sweet sister bestowed to me." his voice turned cold towards the end of his beginning, though the ice seemed to fade as he clasped his hands before him, breaking his own tension, and hopefully hers as well. "Well, now that you are here, free to peruse my collection, what is it that you wish to find inside the worlds of paper and leather? History of your family, to disprove my sister? Something perhaps to find some secrets about other families...such as though not openly suggesting those fine Tyrells that have recently come to court, I've heard." Letting his hands go, and dropping his voice just a hint, he continued. "Or is it perhaps a book of another sort that you seek from this room?" Letting his eyes bore into her as he stared her down, he awaited her response before he reacted to whatever she had up her sleeve."The king is a lost cause. It's the rest of us that I'm worried now."
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