greetings Lord Serry. Welcome to the feast. Take a seat.
greetings Lord Serry. Welcome to the feast. Take a seat.
Harrold turns over to Asha, and kisses her on the cheek. "Fair lady, you astonish me!"
Asha remains neutral during the kiss, but then leans over and whispers gently.
"I will permit that, once. I sit here because you named me, and I honour that. But try something, and I will show your manhood my prowess with a dagger, and my dogs will have a meal of it."
She then turns back to the table, smiling sweetly.
Henry saw Asha lean in to Harrolds ear and grinned. He knew the woman was no meek maiden
"What did i do to you, Lady Greyjoy, that is so terrible you would make such threats?"
She smiles.
"Nothing. And I hope it stays that way, though in experience the festivites of such events make men forget their heads and play unwanted games."
She drinks a glass of the wine, disliking it and motioning for a servant. As he approaches, she says to Harrold.
"Just a warning, that was all."
Then, turning to the awaiting servant, she says sternly.
"Find me a bottle of Arbor Gold if you have one, if not bring me the Master of the Cellar."
As you command, my lady
The servant returns witha bottle of he finest arbor gold.
She smiles, tasting a glass, before nodding to Henry.
"I'll give you one thing Lannister, you know how to throw a feast."
She then personally pours Harrold a glass.
Harrold makes the saddest face a man could ever produce, saying; "Please, not my manhood. I don't know if i'm capable of not playing the 'unwanted games'..."
Henry bows
thank you my lady.
Sigmund chuckles at the sight of Harrold's sad face. He was aware of how strong of a woman Asha was...mess with her and things go terribly wrong. He sips his glass and looks at Henry.
Do tell me, Henry, how is the family these days?
"Please, do not force me to use my acting skills, Milady. The other guests will not be able to resist my fantastic play about love..."
Listening, she gazes lazily around the room, spying at least a dozen who would rush to a woman's aid if she so desired. Especially a beautiful maiden, like Asha.
"Just as I'm sure they'd enjoy my acting skills, I'm told I can deceive even those closest to me."
She says meaningfully.
good Sigmund, good. Nothing happens at the rock, you only see a few thieves and they're soon taught how much a man misses his hand. How is your family? All well I hope?
"So it begins..." Harrold whispered. "Lady Greyjoy, i have honored you, the finest lady in all of Westeros, the world, with the flowered Crown of the tournament, and what do i get? Not a kiss of your perfect lips. I am very sad i am such an unlucky man!" Harrold said, almost screaming. He paused and watched the looks on the faces of the men and women before him.
Henry chuckled.
I shall have no blood under my roof, lady asha
Quite fine...still no word from Gawen. My sister is worried greatly, but I have managed to keep her calm for now. We only hope for his swift return.
Sigmund hears the sudden screaming of Harrold as he tries to act. He rubs his left ear slightly, looking at Jon.
Uh, Lord Arryn...mind controlling Harrold? I would like to keep my hearing for a couple more decades.
Maery chuckles lightly.
She smiles.
"Thou hast won a joust, not my heart. I seem to remember you removing me from my horse no different than any man. If thou didst truly honour me, it would be I that sat in your chair, and you that wore a crown of flowers."
She, and a few upon the table chuckle at this, a vivid image of Harrold wearing a crown of flowers going through their minds.
Smiling deviously, she replies.
"Mores the pity Lannister."
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