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Post by Gandalf on Aug 25, 2020 9:13:31 GMT -5
As winter rages, the Princess Shireen dreams of spring. From King's Landing she rides to take possession of her new seat at Storm's End, where her forefathers ruled as Lords and Kings since before Aegon's Conquest. With her rides a train of courtiers and kinsmen, a gaggle of ladies in waiting and a handful of sworn swords to make safe their passage. The Princess rides at the column's head, her sworn sword Ser Devan Seaworth at her side, as they ride south along through the frostbitten Kingswood. Finally she is free of her parent's shadow, the bleak stone cage of Dragonstone and the Red Keep that made her miserable as a girl. Now she is a woman grown and heir to the realm, free to forge her own fate as heir to the realm, to one day be the first ruling Queen to sit the Iron Throne.
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Post by oznerol on Aug 27, 2020 10:58:29 GMT -5
"The rain is unbearable"
Said Devan, feeling like a wet dog, covered in a thick oiled leathern cloak, trying to avoid getting his clothes soaked.
"Cannot wait to reach Storm's End. At least Buckler was a good host. His wife looked at me... slightly constipated, I think she didn't like an Onion knight under her roof"
They advanced at the head of the comitive, dragged down with carts of supplies and wheelhouses, where Lady Marya was with a score of ladies heading South with Shireen.
"And his son really was trying to woo you, I guess. But he was embarrasingly bad at it"
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