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Post by Laena Pyre on Nov 25, 2019 22:13:28 GMT 1
He moved in close to her, resting his hands on her hips, "Exquisite. Beauty personified." He leaned in for a long passionate kiss. "Lord Gormon once told me in Essos there were dozens of gods that were worshiped. What I see before me is most likely one of them." Laena could feel the heat radiating from him. Balon moved his hands to find a way under the coat, "As much as I like seeing you in this, it'll have to come off now. We don't want to make a mess of it." She knew exactly what Balon had in mind. And she knew him well enough that he wouldn't be denied. Laena doesn't resist him slipping the coat off. "Put it on, take it off. And they say women are indecisive." She smirks. "One day, hopefully soon, I wish to be able to put myself together so that all men look upon me as you do right now. And then they will look, and see *you* on my arm, and they will realise that if they had not been so blind, they could have seen what you saw, could have been where you are, but they didn't, and you did. "And now it is too late. To the victor, the spoils." There's something in her smile that gives away, even to Balon, that she is deliberately provoking his possessive side, that as much as she enjoys his tender, loving side, she's after a different side of him right now. "I prefer my dragons black." He said with a grin. "Hmmmm." His eyes seemed to brighten as an idea popped into his head. "Yes... you'll like that a lot." His talk of Essos had sparked something and what he had in mind was fit for royalty. And after all, Laena was of royal blood. "And what pray tell, do you want attention drawn too?" A casual shrug. "That depends on my mood. To draw attention to the same places every time would commit that most grievous of sins - being boring. So, surprise me, whatever it is you have planned. You've done well so far with your gifts, don't think that has gone unrecognised, so let's see if you can continue your success." "One of Fireball's many lessons was you can't fight an enemy you can't find. If you can't root them out you have to draw them out. I'd take that strategic concept and apply it to this situation. If you don't know who the Spymaster is then we gather a list of suspects and find ways to identify him. Spread a credible rumor that would interest the Spymaster. Tell your first suspect certain info, a different piece of information to another, something else to a third and so on. Find out what makes it back to the ears of Lord Tyrell and you have the Spymaster or someone close to him." Balon wriggled his nose in thought. "It would take time but even the most deadly Shadowcat can fall prey to the right trap." "Not a terrible plan, in principle, but it does require having someone close enough to Lord Tyrell that you are aware of which piece of supplemental information he is informed of. And frankly, if you have ears that close to him, you barely need to bother with the dance. Unless you intend to divine it through him acting, in which case, you'll need more than a mere rumour, you'll need something with *bite*, something to force him to act. Not an easy thing, at the best of times. With how precarious his position is, I imagine even someone as ... chivalrous as himself would know enough to gather all the information possible before acting." She holds up a hand. "Still, you do at least recognise that it is a slow, difficult task, needing guile and subtlety. With how you were discussing it, I was concerned that you were rather underestimating the magnitude of the task you had set. We can worry over details if and when the situation arises. Today has enough problems, let us not borrow tomorrow's as well." Balon held her tight, kissing the top of her head, "I want this Laena, not the one you're forced to be in public.""Well, you'll have that one, too, soon, hopefully." She smirks. "I warn you, she's a snob - always concerned over appearances."
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Nov 29, 2019 7:49:56 GMT 1
Laena doesn't resist him slipping the coat off. "Put it on, take it off. And they say women are indecisive." She smirks. "One day, hopefully soon, I wish to be able to put myself together so that all men look upon me as you do right now. And then they will look, and see *you* on my arm, and they will realize that if they had not been so blind, they could have seen what you saw, could have been where you are, but they didn't, and you did. "And now it is too late. To the victor, the spoils." There's something in her smile that gives away, even to Balon, that she is deliberately provoking his possessive side, that as much as she enjoys his tender, loving side, she's after a different side of him right now. As he took the coat off and put it back into the wardrobe he felt a pang of jealousy rise inside him as she spoke. When he turned to face her his eyes were squinting in annoyance and it looked like he was ready to say something but her smile immediately disarmed him. Playing games are we? He moved over and brought her into a tight embrace, their naked bodies pressed together. "The spoils indeed." he said smugly. "When we're able to be together in public and people see you as I do they'll realize how foolish they were. And if any knight even so much as looks at you in the wrong way or thinks they can replace me," he picked her up so their faces were level, "I'll fucking kill them." Of that Laena had no doubt Balon was deadly serious. With her in his arms he carried her over to the bed and laid her down before forcefully flipping her over onto her stomach and bringing her hips up level to his, "Don't ever forget that you are *mine*." he said as he gave her exactly what she was after. "Not a terrible plan, in principle, but it does require having someone close enough to Lord Tyrell that you are aware of which piece of supplemental information he is informed of. And frankly, if you have ears that close to him, you barely need to bother with the dance. Unless you intend to divine it through him acting, in which case, you'll need more than a mere rumor, you'll need something with *bite*, something to force him to act. Not an easy thing, at the best of times. With how precarious his position is, I imagine even someone as ... chivalrous as himself would know enough to gather all the information possible before acting." She holds up a hand. "Still, you do at least recognize that it is a slow, difficult task, needing guile and subtlety. With how you were discussing it, I was concerned that you were rather underestimating the magnitude of the task you had set. We can worry over details if and when the situation arises. Today has enough problems, let us not borrow tomorrow's as well." "I admit it'll be more nuanced than my general plan but it's a start. Fortunately for us we live in a time where there is information with enough bite that'll force him to act." Before the war broke out there were nuetral house loyalties to win and that would inevitably lead to more chaos. "Not only is there opportunity on the horizon lets not forget about the Spymaster's past failures. His most powerful bannerman was poisoned under his own roof and his Spymaster failed to discover the culprit. Some of the lesser lords in the Reach have been killed and no suspects have been found. Another failure. Ladies have disappeared without a trace. No leads. There is opportunity we just have to find out when to strike." Balon smiled at the expression. "Well said. If I'm to attain a position at Highgarden I want you there, not just at my wife but as an indispensable asset to the Lord of Highgarden." He recalled what she'd referred to women as, "I mean *I'm* fine with you being a mobile womb but I don't want you to be bored. And being a Spymaster or information broker seems like it'd excite you greatly. Not as much as me of course," he huffed proudly, "but I can't lay in bed with you all day and night." He let out a snort of amusement. "But how about I focus on the Riverlands first. Then when I get back I'll worry about us and our positions of prestige."
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Post by Laena Pyre on Dec 1, 2019 19:37:27 GMT 1
"But how about I focus on the Riverlands first. Then when I get back I'll worry about us and our positions of prestige." She gives him a peck on the lips. "That sounds eminently sensible." She smiles. /scene
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