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Post by Parmen Redwyne on Oct 3, 2018 6:25:12 GMT 1
Well that was not a complete disaster...
Parmen had managed to recover from his embarrassing episode. Maybe it was and the unscheduled nap but he had actually found himself fully alert throughout the second half of the performance. Maybe it was the nap, or more likely it was a certain redhead that had kept exchanging come hither glances with him that had kept him fully...engaged.
The performance was over and it was time to head back to the tents. Alys seemed to to have regained her good cheer and was kissing her sister Ellyn goodbye. Ellyn was walking back with some of the other single maidens of the court.
He exchanged greetings with Ser Donnel as they passed him. He used the excuse of helping her past a few of the more inebriated nobles to pull Alys as close as decorum would allow in such a crowd. She pressed closer still. He looked forward to getting back to their pavilion and to whatever else the night held in store for them. He deftly maneuvered around a wildly gesturing Septon and an even more wild (although considerably more entertaining) Lord Karl Willum. They were almost free of the crowd when a noble lady stepped into his path so suddenly that he almost ran into her.
A noble lady with red hair, soft curves, and a mischievous half-smile on her full lips. Lady Jayne Cuy.
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Post by Father on Oct 3, 2018 13:51:45 GMT 1
"Ser Parmen, Lady Alys, it is a pleasure" Her deep curtsy both calls attention and gives a good view of the cleft in her ample bosom that is exposed by the low cut of her gown. "What did you think of the show?" When Alys mentions how Parmen fell asleep, Jeyne chuckles with a fiendish sort of delight that somehow makes her seem even more like forbidden fruit of the sweetest variety. "How is that any way to treat Lord Peake properly for all his efforts?
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Post by Parmen Redwyne on Oct 4, 2018 4:45:05 GMT 1
This is not good.
Parmen was unclear what sort of games Lady Jayne was playing, but he could easily imagine how much fun they could have had if he was not a married man accompanied by his wife.
"I fear that Lord Peake's noble efforts were wasted upon me, my lady. It was not his fault and I can only offer up my exhaustion from the battle reenactment as a partial excuse for my boorish behavior. I must beg pardon for any disturbances that I may have caused.
Keep your eyes up. Stay focused on her face. Her beautiful face...
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Post by Father on Oct 4, 2018 20:19:31 GMT 1
"I am certain that what Lord Gormon will never learn of will not insult him" She smiles mischievously. "I Understand that your brother had some help being selected captain? Ser will be join his team I presume?"
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Post by Parmen Redwyne on Oct 5, 2018 4:09:38 GMT 1
"My Lady is the soul of discretion." Not that I will ever need to test that, no of course I won't. Parmen gripped Alys' hand more tightly.
"In truth my assistance played only a small part in Roland's placement as a captain in the melee. He enjoys the respect of most all of the knights at this tourney through his own prowess. I am sure that he will have plenty of notable knights bidding for a chance to fight alongside him. We will see if I am one of the ones he selects."
"Will you be attending the melee? Will your House participate on one of the teams?"
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Post by Father on Oct 5, 2018 12:13:21 GMT 1
"A lady in the melee would make for the highest scandal possible, but I suppose with all these gallant knights, I might win for their unwillingness to hit me, ser" She twists Parmen's words with delight, surely just to toy with him. "My dear Lancel would surely be delighted to compete alongside the esteemed knights of the Arbor, however"
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Post by Parmen Redwyne on Oct 6, 2018 0:07:25 GMT 1
Parmen laughs, perhaps a tad nervously. "Well we certainly do not want to court scandal."
"I will mention Ser Lancel to my brother. Where is he tonight anyway?" Parmen cranes his neck to look around.
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Post by Father on Oct 6, 2018 13:16:02 GMT 1
"He excused himself, he have never been comfortable around so many people, whereas I can scarcely have enough of getting to know people" There is that smile again. "These two weeks at Highgarden, I find that sleeping is to waste the night, would you not agree Ser Parmen?"
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Post by Parmen Redwyne on Oct 7, 2018 16:33:48 GMT 1
Ser Lancel may come to regret his absence.
"Yes, there is definitely a great deal that goes on a night during a tournament such as this one. Unfortunately, in order to perform at his best in the joust or the melee a knight needs his rest. No matter how hard sleep may come."
Alys gave a little gasp. Parmen realized then that he had been squeezing her hand so hard that he had choked off the blood flow. "Apologies my dear." He brings her hand to his lips for a brief kiss and to have an excuse to focus on something other then Lady Jayne's mouth.
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Post by Father on Oct 7, 2018 21:31:14 GMT 1
"If they all say so, there must be some truth in it" She seems to agree, even if she herself acts as if sleep is only something less perfect creatures need. "Would you say that there is a special opponent you would have liked to test your mettle against in the melee, Ser Parmen?"
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Post by Parmen Redwyne on Oct 10, 2018 3:05:15 GMT 1
"I imagine that almost every knight here would like a chance to ride against Lord Eldon," Parmen says. "Which is why I suspect that the man will stay well away from the field."
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Post by Father on Oct 10, 2018 11:53:35 GMT 1
"I saw him in the melee once at Red Lake when I was but a maid." Jeyne considers the thought. "He wasn't nearly as fat back then, though the man never was much of a warrior, but surrounded by his knights he did not have to fight until the rest of the competitors had enough of his cowardice in a free for all and brought his knights low to get to him"
"Facing him in the melee would now mean having to go through Ser Rennifer Waters and Ser Bryce Goldstag, if he bothered himself to join the fray, Ser Bryce is a tough and strong opponent I heard, but Ser Rennifer is outright dangerous, but I rather doubt any captain would want any knight with the taint of Longtable under his command. Despite the skill of some of them, the dishonor alone in being seen to condone their black deeds should dissuade all but the most callous, and the cynical would not want their flank flooded by men of all the other opposing teams seeking the glory of defeating them." Her analysis is cold, but not without disdain for the two men either. "With your kind support, ser, my dear Lancel will surely be accepted by your brother, of this I have no doubt, perhaps the two of you might meet in the morning and see if Lord Tyrell cannot be swayed to join you with his knights? Your cousin Ser Lewyn could be most helpful in that regard I suspect"
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Post by Parmen Redwyne on Oct 15, 2018 1:43:04 GMT 1
"I would be happy to meet with your husband, my lady and make the case with him to Roland. From there we can discuss with Lord Tyrell if all parties are in agreement. I have not yet heard if the Longthorn plans to join the melee."
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Post by Father on Oct 15, 2018 11:46:23 GMT 1
"Very well, I shall arrange for you to meet in the afternoon perhaps? These squires of yours can run with messages, is not that what squires are for, ser?" She smiles mischievously in a rather too enticing way. She clearly must know that running with messages isn't what squires are for.
Alys appears to have grown somewhat colder during this exchange, the promise of a night to remember seems more distant now.
Let's call it a scene.
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Post by Parmen Redwyne on Oct 15, 2018 23:43:48 GMT 1
/Scene
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