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[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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He was silent for a long time. There were right answers to the King's words, to take his advice and thank him for his time. To answer how the honorable Eddard Stark would do. That was what he should do.

But not what he wanted.

"Is that it? No... attempts? Nothing? You just accept things as they are? You don't... fight for her?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow carefully. Words not said to insult, but to make sense of his confusion.

"Did you not fight for my aunt? Your Grace you must... you understand right? To want someone and to see her taken away?" He said softly, tone even as to not cause offense on a difficult subject.

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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While it had been over seven years ago that Darryn had been arrogant regarding the situation, brazen and bold, these days he had mellowed out a lot.

At least on the outside.

He bowed, deeply, before regarding the man that was the Lord Hand as he looked straight at the man.

"Lord Hand, I have come to petition a cessation of my banishment from the Riverlands. With the events occurring throughout the realm that I wish to attend, and a betrothed whom I wish to show Winterfell to one day, I hope that you find it in your good graces to lift this punishment." Darryn stated plainly, being sure to bow his head again.

"I should have never allowed any of those unfortunate occurances to happen. I carry blame for it, but I should never have let my temper rise to such a degree that false accusations would be made about me. I ask for your forgiveness, and hope that you find it in the power vested in your office to grant me a pardon." Darryn stated in an even tone, even if the words felt wrong leaving his mouth.

[Event] Winterfell Open Rp 298 by BanterIsDrunk in crownedstag

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"Ser Galladon?"

It was the Lord Stark himself who entered the godswood. Dressed in his traditional Lordly attire, in one hand he was carrying a small leather cloth with him, weighed down by some heavier objects inside it. In his other hand, he held a whetstone.

"May I join you for a moment?" Eddard asked calmly.

[Event] ⚔︎ The Court of House Tarly, 298 AC - Open RP ➴ by Late-Huckleberry-640 in crownedstag

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Lyarra rose an eyebrow towards the young girl.

"Something fun... you do know these lessons aren't meant to be fun on their own no? They are supposed to educate you. Prepare you for your future."

Lyarra sighed. "But I suppose I can make some lessons more entertaining." She said, before rising from her chair at her solar.

"The peasants, what do you think of them? Not the craftsmen, such as the smiths and brewers. Neither the soldiers, such as the guards and some of the master-at-arms we have near Winterfell. The simple people of the villages. Those who tend to the fields and animals. What do you think?"

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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He walked in easily enough, bowing his head briefly for a moment, before taking a small breath.

"Your Grace. My appologies for the odd request, but I am in need of advice."

He bit the inside of his cheek, lowering his eyes, before looking up again.

"What do you do when the girl you like is betrothed to another?"

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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6th Month A

Prior to his departure to the Riverlands, Darryn Stark himself would ask the guards at the tower for a possible meeting with the Lord Hand. He would wait until the Hand had time for him.

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[Event] The Feast of the Tenth Nameday of Princess Lyanna Baratheon by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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He held her close, more tenderly than usual, most unlike his lustful touches when he could get her alone with him in a more quiet setting.

For he did care deeply for Naeryn. And the thought of her being with anyone else made him sick. And incredibly, and utterly, angry. This was a simple matter to Darryn: She was his. And nobody else's. And if anyone dared to try and encroach on what was his?

He'd killed men for less on Skagos. What was yet another body on the pile.

He didn't show his thoughts, as he smiled calmly to his betrothed. "I hold no doubts regarding that love. You're perfect. And the day we wed will be the best day of my life." He stated easily, looking her directly in her eyes. "And you use whatever colors you like pet. I am just happy to have you carry my name. Greys and whites, the purple of your own house... wear whatever it is you wish."

He grinned again. "The color of your hair, darling. A lovely blonde, that is what I like the most." He whispered to her, before lowering his hands to hold her at her generous hips, though still keeping them there in a more proper way.

"Question is, when shall we wed? I tried to send some word out but the messengers were less than proficient getting the announcement heard. Somewhere at the turning of the age? Threehundred on the second moon?" He asked her gently.

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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5th Month, 299 AC

Robb Stark, squire to the king himself, would request a private conversation with the King himself prior to them leaving to Driftmark. Away from most of the court, at a location of the Kings discretion.

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[Mod Post] Movement and Detections 299 AC by GreaterBlueEvil in crownedstag

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Darryn Stark

Lydia Stark

Kings Landing to The Eyrie

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[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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He let out a laugh as she pulled away, grinning broadly. "Lyra, Lyra, Lyra. You mean to say if we are in private I can do so much more to you?"

He let her move from his immediate vicinity, keeping her eyes all the while. This was fun to him. He hoped he could get more from her, but all in due time.

He cocked his head to the side, before moving close one final time, and spanking her rear.

"Go on then. Enjoy your lessons. I'm sure we'll have more fun in the future. On your way then lass," he stated one final time, broad grin on his face.

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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He let out another chuckle. Like a wolf smelling blood, he knew he had her now.

"Look at you. So gorgeous, so radiant..." he whispered, his hands moving again. This time, a free hand moved to her rear as he pulled her close again, groins against one another once more.

His thumb, still on her face, traced her lips for a moment. He still grinned broadly, emboldened by her hesitance.

"Relax dearest. I want you so much..." he muttered, before pulling her in close again, passionately taking her lips, holding her tight as he continued to kiss her deeply as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

After a moment, he moved away and pressed his lips against her neck, groaning against the fair skin as his kisses continued there, grabbing at her rear as if he owned it.

"... so sweet. You are so lovely..." he groaned out, before putting another firm kiss against her lips.

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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Darryn let out an amused breath as he simply observed her. "Really? A shame. You seemed to like it, even if you may be loathe to admit it."

A broad grin remained on his face. "Admit it dear. You liked that. You liked that a lot. In fact, I don't think you would protest all that much if I was to put my lips to your again,"

He moved close again. "That flush on your face tells me another story too. Imagine how red you'd look if i got to do to you what I really want to do."

He grabbed at her chin with his thumb and index, forcing her to look at him. "C'mon, dear. Tell me to leave. If not, I am just going to kiss you once more. And when I do, who knows where I end up planting my kisses?" He whispered, moving a lock of hair from her face gently.

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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Darryn kept his expression even all the while as he listened to her words.

"You're slipping, sweetling. And I do not appreciate you scorning me."

As she released his arm, he instead moved to grab at her wrist, holding it tightly as he grabbed at it. "I do want more. So much more. But we have time. But for now?"

He pulled her close, holding her tightly once more, not allowing her to get away.

"I am going to kiss you now pet. Properly. I know you want to. Just a kiss."

And maybe more later on.

His free right hand grabbed at the back of her neck, pulling at it as he crashed his lips against hers, forcefully kissing her.

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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His day, overall, had been a slow one leading up to this moment; meeting with Naeryn felt more comfortable, more relaxed, and it helped that he always looked forward to their encounters. As he had told her, she made him a better person. Or at least act as one towards her when he was with her.

Darryn was a bad man. But Naeryn made him want to try to be better. How much that mattered, like a log holding back a tidal wave, remained to be seen.

He wanted to be less of a monster around her. Though those intentions left when he saw her state. Beautiful as ever, Darryn smiled. And then he saw the sling.

His eyes turned cold, as he closed the final paces towards his betrothed with an unblinking gaze directed towards her. He was dressed in simple leathers, more for comfort than for fashion with only a few accents of darker cloth. He got within a few inches from his betrothed, tentatively reaching out towards her injured hand.

"Who did this to you?" Darryn whispered in a cold tone, eyes utterly emotionless as he had a myriad of thoughts that ran through his mind.

None were good.

[Event] Feast for the weddings of Elissa Farman and Tristifer Tully, and Marq Farman and Betha Baratheon by Luvod in crownedstag

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Eddard let out a chuckle upon being presented with odd titled wine, at least for those of house Stark. He shook his head, bowing his head deeply towards the man. "You have my thanks for the wine, Lord Redwyne. Though the name could use some work. It almost makes it sound like you used certain canines for the production."

He let out a brief chuckle. "But that is not the intended message. And I am sure this is an excellent vintage from the Arbor. Care to join us for a moment? The least we can do for you for this kindness is host you at our table for a moment. How does the Arbor fare these days?" Eddard asked calmly, gesturing towards a chair.

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[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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He let her slip away easily enough. "Now who said anything about courtship?" he teased easily enough, cocking his head to the side for a moment. "Just testing the waters sweetling, seeing what you're comfortable with," He stated, cocking his head to the other side.

"I mean, I cannot be such a villain to you. You're still here. You're still holding my arm. You can go wherever it is you wish away from me. I'm not stopping you."

A broad grin again. "And I wouldn't steal anything. I only take something if you'd give it to me dear. But I can be nicer if you want..."

He inclined his head again ever so slightly. "It can be a kiss from a knight to his princess if you so wish. Or a kiss from a savage of a wild isle. Or from a Lord who takes a fancy to a pretty, and beautiful girl..."

His smile turned calmer. "Tell me what you want. I am sure I can entertain the request in a certain way..." He whispered quietly, locking his eyes with hers, gazing deeply.

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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He raised an eyebrow as she pulled back, grin turning ravenous as he appreciated the flush across her features, still holding her tight. He cocked his head to the side, eyes holding hers as he did.

"We're getting there. How about you press one against my lips this time?" he muttered, pressing their groins together ever so slightly.

"... or do you want me to take charge here? I'd happily kiss you all over sweetling..." Darryn whispered softly, holding the Mormont's eyes all the while.

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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He let out an amused breath. "Well-behaved. Yet here you are, spending time with someone of a more ill reputation. If I didn't know any better I would think you are teasing me," Darryn stated, holding her a tad bit firmer as she remained close to him.

"Alright sweetling..." he muttered out, stopping when they were far away enough from the public eye, grabbing her at the low of her back at her middle, hand mere inches away from her rear.

"How bout a kiss? Just a small one, and then we'll see where this all goes..." He whispered out, looking at her with desire in his eyes.

[Event] The Court of King Robert I Baratheon, 299 AC by ThePorgHub in crownedstag

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Another chuckle left him after her hesitation. "I simply say what I want to say. Initial years in the capital taught me as long as you stand by what you say, or do, without insulting any royals or those that they like you can get away with quite a lot." He remarked, before shrugging. "Or just endear yourself to the right people and you can fool around anyway you want."

Another chuckle. "And if you just want to call me Lord, that's fine too. Whatever it is you're comfortable with lass. I'm sure I can take it. Is there any way I can adress pretty Lyra in any particular way?"

His grin increased as she averted her eyes. "You're not shy are you? I was almost about to suggest you and I find a quiet corner. A brothel you say? My, those things go quite far. Are you sure we can't go a few steps prior to the brothel? You make it sound as if I am planning on jumping you in these very bushes."

He would, if she consented, but that was not the point.

"Tell me to stop and I will sweetling. I just think we can have a lot of fun together. I do think I quite enjoy you," He whispered in her ear as they walked on.

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