[D1 EE] RP Thread: Bread and Salt

[Maester Hubert]

Hubert scratched at his beard, nodding along, “makes you wonder. Jaime Lannister still standing at the King’s back, knowing he put a knife in the last one. I don’t think I’d trust him, no matter how decisive a blow he struck for the King.”

[Maester Simon]

"Mhmhm, well the King's married to his sister so you'd think he'd have vested interest in his safety. I mean, even if Robert would have the right to question his loyalty." he shrugged, draining his cup empty. "Or maybe it's the queen why Jaime gets to keep his white cloak. Robert needs to keep Lannisters happy. Money talks."

[Kylie Redwyne]

“Paxton? Well, how is your father doing?” He accepted the bottle, “this looks marvellous.”

Kylie lowered her eyes, smiling widely at the praise. "It's our pleasure, truly. I thank you greatly for the invitation. My parents both fare well these days, my Lord. Each year for the Festival of Roses we try to see as many friends as possible. My mother mostly takes the opportunity to visit Grandmother Olenna, and my father with her. But Lord Merryweather commented on your celebration on during his most recent trip to The Arbor. I knew then yours would be my first choice."

[Mariessa Tremaine]

Mari's expression was perfectly demure, as expected, at Lord Bromley's comment about them having husbands soon enough too. Which for Jyn and Marten meant she was not terribly happy to think about it. She dipped her head respectfully to their Lord as his host-duties called him elsewhere.

We've just reached the age of majority, and already everyone's talking about us getting married.

She had been the one trying to cheer up the other two earlier, now she just didn't have it in her. Food at least was a good distraction from her sulking mood.

[Marten Tremaine]

"Of course, milord." And with that, the interview seemed to be over.

As Marten sat back down, he could sense Mari's unhappiness. He gave the smallest of sighs. Ever since she was little, he'd had a hard time resisting her moods.

He cleared his throat. "You mentioned something about a hunt, Mari? Some of our fellow guests seemed interested?"

[Leovall Marten]

"It would be great fun." he grinned. "But, I'm sure that our hosts have all sorts of entertaining things planned."

"There's a notice board with a list of planned events. The joust is still a week off. I'm not sure what exactly is planned for tomorrow. A surprise perhaps?"

[Liliane Marten]

"There's a notice board with a list of planned events. The joust is still a week off. I'm not sure what exactly is planned for tomorrow. A surprise perhaps?"

"Oh? What sort of events have you heard of? I assume jousting and a melee...?" she asked curiously.

[Leovall Marten]

"Yes. Also dressage, wrestling, a steeplechase aaaaaand~" He smirks as he lifts his eyebrows to his cousin. "Marksmanship. It's your favourite isn't it?"

[Mariessa Tremaine]

"Of course, milord." And with that, the interview seemed to be over.

As Marten sat back down, he could sense Mari's unhappiness. He gave the smallest of sighs. Ever since she was little, he'd had a hard time resisting her moods.

He cleared his throat. "You mentioned something about a hunt, Mari? Some of our fellow guests seemed interested?"

"Hm?" she snapped out of her moody reverie. "Oh... right. I spoke with the visitors from the Vale," Mari inclined her head slightly towards the Martens, "some of them seemed interested in it. I thought it might be a good idea? Socialise more and all?"

[Alicent Feyther]

"Yes. Also dressage, wrestling, a steeplechase aaaaaand~" He smirks as he lifts his eyebrows to his cousin. "Marksmanship. It's your favourite isn't it?"

She smiled. "A lot to look forward to."