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Post by Father on Aug 3, 2019 14:19:50 GMT 1
"Now, where is my darling niece?" If Lynesse did not know the owner of that voice to be false and rotten, it could probably fool her into believing it to be that of a loving uncle. He hadn't much announced his presence, merely shown up in the Blackbriar camp with the intent to see her. Kyle was off signing Lord Jon up for the lists, at Lady Erena's insistence, Lord Jon hadn't much of a care for that thing, but according to her, it was important that he did remind the rest of the realm that he existed and that he is a knight. Or would he really want Lady Shiera to be encouraged to say more foul things behind his back? Wouldn't he want young Joffrey to cheer for his father? Just challenge Ser Symon and have a single match, that is all that is required. If Lynessse hurries and hears out whatever Eustace wants, maybe he'll be gone before Kyle returns?
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Aug 4, 2019 10:56:51 GMT 1
Gods be good I hope to be there when the light leaves his eyes, Lynesse's blood thundered in her ears at the sight of Eustace. She forced her hatred toward the man into an acceptable shape, bridling her rage for that time in which she could satisfy it. Her voice was flat, and level when she responded, though her eyes glanced to the Blackbriar men at arms within the camp, reassured by their presence.
"I am here, uncle. How fares my grandfather?" The question is earnest and one she hoped to see answered before Eustace began wahtever nightmarish scheme he had cooked up. It was also somewhat pointed, given what little she had heard of Eustace's lies regarding her wardship.
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Post by Father on Aug 4, 2019 15:12:45 GMT 1
"His condition only worsens, I fear" Ser Eustace does seem a little saddened by it, maybe genuine, maybe fake. "He is asleep more than he is awake, and confuses me with Ser Kyran at least half the time. His body is failing, and the man we knew is withering away, with more and more of his memories disappeared or fading. He remembers Kyle not, and he wonders if his granddaughter has started learning her letters." Whether that is the truth or not, Lynesse cannot tell from his expressions. "But he would not want us to be weighted down by worry, come see, I brought you a gift, Madam Olenna is the best seamstress in Oldtown, or so the Hightowers claim, and I had her make a new gown just for you, it would please me greatly if you might change into it to see if I have your measurements right." He had brought one of the maidservants from Mustard Hall with him, carrying a bolt of cloth, Maris must be past thirty now, still pretty, but not with the sweetness of youth she once must have had. At a gesture, she simply asks where m'lady's tent is, evidently neither of them intended for Lynesse to have a choice in this matter.
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Aug 7, 2019 8:10:39 GMT 1
“It is grievous news, Uncle,” she reflects sadly for a moment on a grief she presumes he might share. Murderous bastard or not, Lord Karl was his father.
“It is a generous gift, Uncle. I shall change, and then you shall see me in it,” with a crisp inflection that demonstrated which would occur first. She would not permit him with her in anything approaching a state of undress, and despite his rank, etiquette was firmly with her on the matter. It would be just like Eustace to have her precise measurements, despite her absence. A casual display of precision, power and knowledge, she had no doubt.
Lynesse speaks courteously to both Eustace and Maris, “As you have both come so far for my benefit, I will ensure you receive refreshments while we prepare,” she gestures to one of the Blackbriars servants, to bring a flagon of watered wine for Maris, and something stronger for her Uncle.
“And what is the occasion of this gift, Uncle? Am I to presume that your negotiations with Lord Eldon have progressed since last we spoke?” her tone is neutral, though one as practiced as Eustace might note the strain.
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Post by Father on Aug 8, 2019 12:17:40 GMT 1
"The man appears to have more offers than anticipated." Eustace utters cryptically. "In any case, he is not here and we must court other alternatives" Lynesse would hardly be surprised to find that the gown is far more flattering than most ladies would find comfort in. Pushing the sense of propriety in The Reach to it's limits. Suitable for a Rhoynish temptress to be sure, but a septa would be appalled.
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Aug 18, 2019 6:25:22 GMT 1
"More offers than anticipated? I hope my Uncle has not been intimidated by the prospect of competition with the Spongeholder," Lynesse remarked with an endearing smile, apparently happy to see his plans regarding Eldon suffering setback.
Noting the cut of the dress, she shares the hypothetical Septa's outrage, "Uncle, I must protest. It astounds me that a life in the Reach has left you imbued with a Dornish sensibility. This garment is far too liberal for any meeting in polite company. Unless perhaps it is missing a piece? A shawl, cloak or cowl?" She wondered aloud, as some such accountrements were intended to make unseemly garments pass social muster among more refined company. "Or perhaps it is not intended to be fit for polite company, but is a gift intended for the privacy of my marriage chamber?"
In truth, she guessed in general terms at his true intent, but would force him to state it plainly.
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Post by Father on Aug 18, 2019 12:00:59 GMT 1
"Intimidated? No, but as we cannot proceed with Lord Eldon here on account of his absence, sitting on our hands and do nothing is not the way of House Daverhyl" He shrugs.
"On the contrary, my darling niece, it is just perfect, the ladies at King's Landing have started to wearing such if they have the figure for it as you do. Most will be envious of my lady's audacity or admire it. Some will disapprove of course, but if none ever disapprove of your actions, then none have ever taken note of them, and that would only be a complement to one who weaves elaborate schemes in secret."
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Aug 20, 2019 23:57:05 GMT 1
She was ready to argue the point, but Lynesse remembered her purpose: to have Ser Eustace gone by the time her brother returned. She would settle for being a shade more civil than he; one sliver more polite.
"Then I shall obey my Lord-Regent, though I question the sensibilities of these women of the capital. I hope such accountrement does not lend itself to ill-conceived rumours that might tarnish my good name, or lead any to question your judgement, Uncle." She inserted the gibe about rumours to see if he might respond. She was still not certain that he was the cause of such rumour against her, as it did not perfectly suit his expressed goals.
"Will you shed any light on this new suitor, or am I to left with baited breath?" She feigned complete ignorance, as she sometime did with her Uncle, to encourage him to underestimate herthough she had her suspicions.
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Post by Father on Aug 21, 2019 13:50:13 GMT 1
"I thought young ladies liked surprises?" He responds flippantly. "But if you are dying to know, I have a mind to introduce you to Lord Blackmont, chief bannerman of Sunspear and well, my lady ought to know all of that already"
Kyle has the most horrible timing imaginable, arriving just as Lynesse emerges from her tent, at first he gapes and stares most inappropriately, then he make a cruel comment about how Ser Eustace should come more often with such gifts, maybe take away her sister's boring clothes. To that he his chastised by Ser Eustace, but Lynesse might have a thing or two to comment about the effectiveness of such scolding when her uncle then proceeds to give him several pieces of silver to buy himself something nice at the market, apologize to big sister, then run along now and have some fun.
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Aug 25, 2019 7:09:16 GMT 1
Lynesse's cheeks blush furiously at her brother's words, though she fought the instinct to retreat back inside the tent. She looks past her Uncle and Brother to one of the Blackbriar knights and gestures to her brother, indicating that he is not to leave the camp without proper escort.
"A Dornish Lord, and your cousin by your lady mother," her face grew ashen, despite herself, as Ser Eustace confirmed her fears.
"I see at least why you have selected a gift that favours the Dornish sensibility. By all accounts Lord Blackmont would not recognise temperance and chastity if he were to look upon them, and surely he would need to venture beyond his homeland to risk exposure to either," she remarked darkly, for in truth, the Blackmonts had a black reputation, even among their own kin.
Still, Ser Eustace was regent, and by rights could expect compliance from Lynesse, to a point. "If I am to meet with such a man my hosts, the Blackbriars, will by rights be expected to see to my safety with an appropriate guardian." This she felt she could rely on, after her conversation with Lady Erena.
Can I lean on the "Courteous" benefit to get a real chaperone in the room?
Should I be rolling for prejudice?
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Post by Father on Aug 26, 2019 12:56:04 GMT 1
Eustace objects not to the guardian, leading her in a mostly silent procession towards Lord Blackmont's pavilion, Lynesse should be used to stares and attention from young men by now, but it seems as if twice as many eyes are looking at her now, for twice as long. Lord Blackmont's greeting is somewhat stiff and formal, as if he is being offered to buy Fossoway Steeds in bulk for his men.
Prejudice not to insult Lord Blackmont? Why, yes, yes indeed. |
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Aug 29, 2019 2:07:37 GMT 1
Toaym - Prejudice: 5d6k4 22 Pass. The insult can wait a little, perhaps.
Lynesse's own movement were stiff and formal, making sparse use of her natural grace of movement to accentuate the revealing nature of the dress. This was Ser Eustace's scheme and design, not her own. "Lord Blackmont, you honour me with this audience. I pray I do not cause offence by any misunderstanding of your foreign ways. You have travelled far to share this tourney with us, I hope the road was not too wearisome?"
She will gladly expend time with pleasantries and wait for an opening, if it presents itself, to curtail the Vulture's plans.
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Post by Father on Aug 31, 2019 12:53:48 GMT 1
Lord Blackmont turns out to be as Lynesse might imagine any older lord being introduced to a young maid might be, more concerned with matters of alliance and politics than truly interested in her, it feels as if the meeting's purpose is to ascertain whether or not she is likable enough, her opinion being of no concern to either man. The meeting is not unlike that which Lynesse has experience several times before, if perhaps longer and the topics more personal. For all she knows, Lord Blackmont's interest might be to have Ser Eustace's claim strengthened by putting her on the other side of the Red Mountains, or maybe the man simply wants an heir, who can say?
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Post by Lynesse Daverhyl on Sept 2, 2019 7:11:18 GMT 1
Lynesse nods along politely to the discussion, waiting for a moment or inspiration to begin turning things askew. She begins gently, hoping to take the measure of the man.
"Forgive my my lord," she asks curiously gesturing the a half-furled banner behind Lord Blackmont, of a vulture with a babe in talons "but my uncle has never explained the provenance of your house's sigil, which seems particularly striking. Coming from a house with grain and mustard seeds for its own heraldry I can well understand that the meaning is sometimes obscured to the casual observer."
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Post by Father on Sept 4, 2019 10:00:27 GMT 1
It concerns the history of the house of course, how the ancient enemies of House Blackmont were conquered and their babes left for the vultures to feed upon.
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