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Post by Father on Jul 8, 2018 16:54:33 GMT 1
Ser Robb Reyne, dubbed the Red Lion of Castamere is a name spoken much more often than that of his lord brother, or any Lannister for that matter, at least in the Reach. A man strangely unwed past thirty, clean shaven and with fine straight red hair falling almost down to his shoulders, his face is not one a lady would look twice at, just another knight. Lysette is accustomed to be around knights, and there is something in the way he walks, and how his well exercised muscle fills out his light gray surcoat with the red lion on it. At a guess, this one would be more than a match for any knight of Kingsbridge, perhaps her father in his prime might have been his equal, at least so he claims. Her smile is certainly invitation enough. He may not have seen her before, but only a fool would not have noticed that she was one of the most sought after young ladies present. "Lady Lysette I believe? I have not had the pleasure of an introduction, though it was not difficult to put two and two together when I saw my lady standing next to Lord Willem and his wife."If intrigue is started: Anointed activated Intrigue Iniative: 6d6k4+2 20Intrigue Defense: 13 (18 first round) Composure: 11 Free action: breeding: 6d6k4+2 14 |
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Post by Lysette Starling on Jul 9, 2018 5:59:47 GMT 1
Lysette nodded with a smile, "I congratulate you on your acumen then. Of course, I know who you are. Even a lady from a small House in the Reach has heard of the Red Lion. Lord Tyrell himself has extolled your virtues as a knight, and your deeds in the lists are beyond exemplary."
She gave him a curtsy. "An honor to meet you at last."
(OOC No intrigue juuuuuuust yet. Lets see how this goes.)
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Post by Father on Jul 9, 2018 9:12:56 GMT 1
"Lord Leo does indeed speak highly of any man having the necessary stroke of luck to defeat him at the lists, my lady." Ser Robb tries to be humble, perhaps he even succeeded. Though luck was likely not involved. "But the honor is all mine"
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Post by Lysette Starling on Jul 10, 2018 3:59:45 GMT 1
"I think it takes more than luck to defeat Lord Tyrell," points Lysette out, but then adds, "Even so, neither knight nor man is just one thing. Are you here just to joust and melee and add the glory of more wins to your name? Or have you come seeking more besides?"
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Post by Father on Jul 10, 2018 8:54:49 GMT 1
"Lord Tyrell is a friend after several evenings of drinking after facing one another in the joust, my lady, and I was personally invited, how could I refuse?" Robb knows that he is good at the joust, though he takes pains not to let it go to his head, even if he were more of a knight for the tourneys than a man of politics, or anything else. "Besides, when Lord Lannister decides to come to show that the Reach does not hold a monopoly on Chivalry, who am I to not aid my liege lord, though what red lion wouldn't like to see a golden fall to his lance? They make for very good trophies on the wall."
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Post by Lysette Starling on Jul 10, 2018 13:45:28 GMT 1
"Of that I've no doubt, though you're being rather coy, answering my question with more questions," she says with s chuckle. "Even if you did come here thinking only to add trophies to your wall, there is more going on here than jousts. The waters are deeper, and darker."
She searches his face for some hint of his thoughts. "Do you swim with a current...or try to float atop it all as best you can?"
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Post by Father on Jul 10, 2018 16:03:35 GMT 1
It is hardly a secret that I would have seated Ser Daemon on the Iron Throne if that choice were mine to make, my lady. But it is not, and I have few plans to join such men as wants to press it on his behalf, without his consent.
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Post by Lysette Starling on Jul 12, 2018 4:57:11 GMT 1
What a clever answer, Lysette reflected. Tacitly supporting the king, but throwing the dissidents a bone with just a bit of meat on it. A cautious answer. The answer of a man who, perhaps, is not sure of the loyalties of whom he speaks with.
'Few' plans were not 'no' plans though, hm? And acknowledging that the choice is not 'his' to make doesn't rule out the idea that it was someone else's. Like, say, the Blackfyre.
So if Daemon were to declare for the throne, you'd follow him, hm?
By the Seven, what was she doing here with this man? Interviewing him to be a future husband? What would she ask for next? References? He wasn't going to say anything to her face. Margeary was right. She had to be more...circumspect, if she wanted to know their hearts.
She nodded at his words and tried to wave them away.
"An evenhanded approach to a delicate situation," Lysette said. "Delicate enough that I rather regret having brought it up. May I step back a little, conversationally?" When Reyne seemed bemusedly open to the idea, she quickly continued. "I just wanted to know...if you had any hopes for your time here beyond the joust and melee. A tourney is many things, after all."
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Post by Father on Jul 12, 2018 13:17:01 GMT 1
"That and making friends, my lady." He smiles. "And to catch up with all those I have befriended before, I serve my lord brother in such ways as I am able. War is my profession, one I would prefer to only need to exercise at tourneys, but when the seven saw fit to grant me a particular talent for achieving well in these contests, it brings admirers."
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Post by Lysette Starling on Jul 13, 2018 17:01:25 GMT 1
Such a strange state of affairs. To have a profession one never hopes to use to its fullest.Lysette realized what was oddly off-putting about her conversation with Ser Reyne. He wasn't really...flirting. Or if he was trying to, his style was sufficiently subtle that even to her ears it sounded like nothing more than friendly, perhaps somewhat reserved, conversation. He doesn't seem interested in me at all. Is he set on someone else, perhaps?Even though she only meant to size the man up, the thought that he would just ignore her in favor of some faceless other was a little bit of a sting to her pride. Ugh, but did she want yet another fawning boy-man hanging off her arm?! Perhaps this was for the best. She could cross someone off the list of potentials, narrowing the field. That was no bad thing, after all.
She smiled at Ser Robb and said, "Well, I certainly admire the skills you've shown thus far, and I hope that you might consider me friend, albeit an ofttimes distant one from your home. Even so, you may find yourself tested here I think. This tourney has brought some of the very best in the Kingdoms."
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Post by Father on Jul 13, 2018 23:28:49 GMT 1
"I would be honored to be considered the friend of a fine lady" His smile is suited to remind Lysette of the fact that he might be twice her age, or near enough as makes no matter, probably on the younger side of that. "And I would be disappointed if the competition from the assembled lords and knights will not be stiff indeed, my lady. I can scarce think of a jouster in all of Westeros who might have made this roster any more challenging than it is, save perhaps for the three brothers of the white cloak that remains to protect the King."
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Post by Lysette Starling on Jul 15, 2018 3:22:05 GMT 1
With a nod, Lysette says, "Of all of these knights here, you need luck perhaps the least, but I shall wish you some anyway."
"As much as I dislike the circumstances that press us though, we each have our parts to prepare for playing. Thank you for spending some of your valuable time to humor a young lady with conversation."
(Unless the good Ser has anything he'd like to do further, I think we can /scene this?)
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Post by Father on Jul 15, 2018 9:30:47 GMT 1
"Thank you, my lady"
[Scene]
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