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Post by Father on Oct 15, 2018 13:15:10 GMT 1
On his way towards the jousting lines, Titus finds Daena Flowers waiting for him. "Good day Ser Titus, I was hoping I might be able to wish you good luck at the lists today."
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Oct 15, 2018 15:28:06 GMT 1
"Lady Daena" he stopped and smiled at the valyrian beauty before him, bowing courteously. "Of course. I can think of no better way to enter the lists today than with your blessing. How have my lady found Highgarden so far?"
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Post by Father on Oct 15, 2018 15:41:11 GMT 1
"I simply love it, ser, would that I could stay here forever." She looks longingly at the white walls. "So I am simply doing all that I can to enjoy myself while I can, my lord brother was very impressed by how ser managed to defeat Ser Simon, he did not think it possible once you had to face each other with swords, but I never stopped believing" She looks so innocent when she smiles. "He also said that it is foolish to hope for you to prevail all the way to the top so that I might be crowned Queen of Love and Beauty, but sometimes, being foolish is so very delightful"
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Oct 15, 2018 17:30:41 GMT 1
"I did not believe it myself if I am to be honest. Ser Simon is a demon with the sword and lance! I hear my fortune lead to poor Paxter Redwyne's misfortune though..." shaking his head , dismissing such bleak topics. "Well, we shall both have to labour in proving him wrong then, my lady! If you promise to keep believing, I'll promise to try and stay in the saddle. Worst come to worst, we'll both be fools" he says with a confidence unusually rare with the young Blackbriar, but making it to the last thirty-two and the admiration of a beautiful young woman can do wonders to any man.
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Post by Father on Oct 15, 2018 19:59:26 GMT 1
"Then you have an extra burden, ser, the further you go, the more I will believe, and the greater my disappointment should you fail to deliver me a flowery crown" She smiles wickedly, placing her hand upon his chest and gently running it down. "Oh, lest I forget, have you given much thought to which captain you might want to join for the melee?"
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Oct 16, 2018 14:06:36 GMT 1
“I have not, my lady...” it does not take much but Titus is already like putty in her hands.
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Post by Father on Oct 16, 2018 17:30:12 GMT 1
"My brother spoke of winning the melee, well, he did not get elected as captain, so it is more a matter of delivering victory to the captain of his choosing, and what my brother wants, he usually gets. Much to my great disappointment, oh, I do wish him all the best, but who doesn't want to see their brother fail every now and then? She says with playful mischief in her voice. "He asked me to see if I might recruit my handsome and talented hero to his cause, or at least that's how I think he wanted to be understood, his exact words ought not be repeated by a lady" Before she chuckles with delight at the joke, she keeps her face straight for just long enough for several thoughts to have time to run their way through a man's head about what sort of indecent suggestions he might have made.
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Oct 16, 2018 23:15:58 GMT 1
"A trait I am sure runs in the family, Lady Daena. I'd rather face Ser Simon again than dare to disappoint you." It seemed very much the truth that the young, silver haired beauty was used to getting her will and made little effort to hide it. Titus obliges. "As of brothers... they can be... difficult. I think we both attest to that." he jokes with a meaning smile. "And what captain would your Lord-brother see victory delivered to?"
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Post by Father on Oct 17, 2018 10:38:57 GMT 1
"Being his darling little sister greatly aids in softening him up into yielding to my desires, unless he puts on that important sounding voice of his to tell me that he can't due to his duties to our house and other things of great significance besides" She gives a shrug. "He's usually right though, so I just guilt-trip into us having cake for dessert, but I only get the one slice, he claims that only scaled dragons become more fearsome and beautiful as they grow. Mother always fusses over me being too thin, but he waves away that argument if I try to bring it up." Her mother is wrong, any young man would agree that her figure is just right as it is.
"He is waiting, ser, I think he wants to see some of the others, like the Tyrells, commit themselves first, he might deliver victory, but that is easier if one team would seem to already be in contention for being the stronger."
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Oct 17, 2018 13:29:35 GMT 1
Her innocent yet knowingly mischievous description of the ways of her family bring Titus to laughter. The girl was adorable and whatever her manners where put on as means to an end did not occur to him. A more politically astute mind might also have caught on to a slight comment on the game Lord Marq seemed to play with the faction within the Reach, but not Titus at this moment. Whilst the shadow of Civil War hung heavily over him and his family, the romantic in him still wanted to consider the games of this tournament as just that - games to be be enjoyed by Lords and Ladies.
"Well, if my it would bring my lady pleasure to see me by her brother's side I am not one to object. Perhaps an introduction can be arranged?" he bows his head slightly, maintaining eye contact with her. "My lady seems resourceful enough to arrange it." he says jokingly.
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Post by Father on Oct 17, 2018 18:58:05 GMT 1
"Ser could of course strike his shield after defeating Ser Imry" She suggests teasingly. "Not a bad way to introduce yourself, especially if his perfectly formed hind quarters might be introduced to the ground also." Given what Titus had seen of Lord Marq, that did not seem the best of ideas, he took the helm of The Red Lion, and then threw him off his horse, Ser Symon Tarly had proved to be about as challenging as Titus could hope to handle. "Failing that, I could mention it, but ser haven't really progressed far enough for him not to warn me that the daughter of a king ought to look for something more impressive than to the second son of a second son in that lordly voice of his, but my brother Daemon is already married, so what am I to do, join the faith? They don't seem the types to have cake for dessert all that often."
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Oct 17, 2018 20:26:43 GMT 1
"I think many young knights are more than grateful that Ser Deamon is wed and seemingly faithful. There would be few beautiful maidens left for the rest of us if not. But your dear brother is clearly very caring and protective of you. Best heed his advice and stay away from unimpressive second sons of second sons." he returns in a teasing tone. She was obviously playing with him now, but to what extent? Did not really matter as Titus enjoyed it. "Or perhaps the faith is the wisest choice. My lady would look lovely in the garbs of the sisters. Shame about the cake though"
Turning for a moment, Titus' attention is caught by the announcer in the distance, calling out the next tilt. His own was drawing nearer.
Is she just playing hard to get for the fun of it or is it a question of Lord Marq not actually having asked her to do this?
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Post by Father on Oct 17, 2018 22:06:28 GMT 1
As if sensing exactly what is on his mind, she tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. "For luck" she declares, slowly withdrawing the hand she had used to climb his shoulder to do it. "Ser might be needing it, for dragons are known for their fickle moods, they might be unwilling to dance with such second sons of second sons that aren't impressive enough to reach the final eight" She leaves for the stands, not looking back, a cynical observer might notice how she adds a bit of extra swaying to her hips to keep a man gawking for a few long moments, but her confidence is such that she does not care to confirm whether or not he actually does.
She's mostly just messing with his head for her own amusement, and I guess scene.
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Oct 17, 2018 22:14:59 GMT 1
/scene
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