Re: [Day 4, EN] We drank we fought we made our ancestors pro

[Benedict Marsten]

Ben sighs. "
You seem to know things so all I will say is Yes."
He looks about the room for anyone paying them attention.

[Dyana Marsten]

Dyana follows his gaze about the room. "
I imagine you do not feel comfortable talking about this in here, but I'll be brief. Besides, soon this won't be a secret anymore, or at least I assume so."
She eyes her mug again, and after a moment of hesitation takes another sip - a big one. "
Do you believe yourself capable of this, Ser? You are not getting involved with a washerwoman."
She lowers her tone even more, and a professional eavesdropper would be hard-pressed to make out their conversation. "
You'd hold sway over the legacy of my ancient house. You. Do you get it?"
She glares at Ben fiercely, by either certainty of purpose or ale.

[Ser Jorah Holt]

Noticing Loreia heading to the bar, Jorah replied

"
Let me,"
he smiled, its not that often I can buy a lot of drinks."
He headed over to the bar to meet the guardsman

[Loreia]

*Welcome to 'staff gossip', Jorah. You may assist with my rolls, if you like.*

[Benedict Marsten]

Ben seems to take offense at the washerwoman comment. "
I have lead men, I currently aid my cousin Dunstan in the affairs of his House, I am no stranger to the affairs of running a house. What I may lack, she would easliy make up for."
A flame of passion is sparked in him. "
Surely you know she does not intend to sit by with needlepoint and fine wine. I believe inside her is the strengtah of any warrior man or woman."
So this is were it starts. How many more must I convince I am worthy. As many as it takes to be with her.

[Dyana Marsten]

Dyana stands impassive before Ben, her slender gaze bringing him in under close scrutiny. Even after he's done speaking, she stares him down for what seems like minutes. In truth, it's probably more in the order of one-digit seconds, but such is the weight a glare can have.

She sighs, perhaps in relief, and leans back on her seat again, finishing off her drink. The woman then continues to look at Ben, rocking lightly on her chair, coming to an internal decision. Licking her lips, she speaks. "
Alright, Ser. I'll have you know that, I, have shared council with her. In regards to you."
Realizing she's speaking slightly louder once more, she edges forward. "
I told her to follow her heart, and I told her I favored you, Ser, over her other suitors. My trust, and my support, have been freely given, even though you had no knowledge of the fact."


The Marsten warrior crosses her arms. "
Make sure you earn them."

[Benedict Marsten]

He releases a huge sigh. "
Thank you Dyana."
He drops the formal title in hopes that they have become slightly better acquainted. "
I do not intend to fail you or her."
At his mention of Corrine his eyes display his strong feelings for her.

[Benedict Marsten]

After a short pause Ben looks to Dyana. "
Will you answer a question for me? And I would like your honest opinion."

[Dyana Marsten]

Dyana's eyes look up to Ben, in a sort of expected surprise. "
Yes? You'll have my honesty."

[Benedict Marsten]

"
Do you think ours is an unwinnable war?"
He tries to look confident, but a trace of fear slices through his eyes.

[Dyana Marsten]

"
No."
Dyana answers immediately, "
I do not. But you must fight valiantly, Ser, if you intend to win. The obstacles in your way are tall, but not numerous. If your wish comes from heart, not purse, then I daresay you'll win."
She looks at him attently, and her eyes falter slightly. "
Surely you are not in doubt of what you want, Benedict?"
She makes no use of the formal title this once, too, in response to his doing of the same.

[Benedict Marsten]

He smiles faintly, amused that she would think he doubts. "
Believe me when I say I have no doubts."
His gaze is one of assurance. "
I ask for two reasons. One: to know whether I will be dying for this war and two: to see if I can avoid any pain that may be brought to her."
The glimpse of fear sneaking out again, making obvious that it is fear for Corrine not himself.

[Dyana Marsten]

"
I will see the downfall of three Houses before I let Corrine suffer undue pain, Benedict. This is vow. And it is why I am speaking with you right now."
Determination would be an understatement to the gleam in Dyana's eyes. "
You have my support. Just do your part, and I will see it through."

[Benedict Marsten]

"
You words give me some comfort. I sincerely thank you for your support."
He smiles warmly. "
Will it be another drink or would you like an escort back to the Marsten pavilions? Unless you have others business and I will leave you to it."

[Dyana Marsten]

"
I appreciate the offer, but I don't need an escort tonight, Ser."
Dyana smiles at him, standing up. "
I will greet someone, and then be on my way. It was a pleasure to speak to you after so long."
She curtsies to him. "
Good night, Ben."


After Benedict's response, she walks up to another table, and greets Dunstan. "
Lord Tullison! I want to thank you for the drink you offered on Ser Benedict's behalf,"
she gestures to the knight. "
and also for your invitation to breakfast in the morrow. You are most kind."
She smiles softly at him, her left hand resting on the pommel of her sword.

[Dunstan Tullison]

Dunstan turnes around and smiles

"
Lady Dyana, pleasure to see you. Pardon me for being so absent me and Daveth had matters to discuss"
he says and stands up to bring another empty chair to the table.

"
Will you be joining us? I am sure another drink will do no harm. After all, we will be family soon!"
the young lord smiles once again.

[Dyana Marsten]

Well, he is actually pleasant.

"
Well, my Lord, I shouldn't really take long. I need to get some rest, but I wouldn't do so without first greeting the man who will be betrothed to my sister, of course. You do know her in person, Lord Tullison?"
Dyana says, actually taking a seat and cocking her head to the side in wonder.

[Benedict Marsten]

Ben bows back, with congenial smile. "
Good evening, Dyana."
He watches her go to Dunstan.If sword arms were all we needed to win, those two would assure our victory.

[Dunstan Tullison]

Dunstan calls the serving girl over and orders another pitcher of ale and an empty cup.

Responding to Dyana's question he says, slightly confused

"
Yes of course. Lady Gwyneth spent a lot of time as a guest of my House in Mountain's Reach. It was there where we had the chance to get to know each other well. After her departure I had the pleasure to see her on this tourney again. We hunted together, if you can call a supper by the lake hunting"
Dunstan chuckles.

"
And she and I went to the dance together as well. The royal dance in the great hall"
Dunstan speaks fast, recounting each and every moment he ever met Gwyn, eager to impress her sister.

"
And finally, we were together at the joust, along with Lady Corrine as well. I carried Lady Gwyneth's favor."


Dunstan looks at Dyana in the eyes and finishes his slightly hectic speech, "
And please, it is just Dunstan for you my Lady."


As Ben arrived the young Lord's mood jumped even higher, "
I see you met Ser Ben! I am glad to hear that"

[Dyana Marsten]

Dyana's eyes widen a bit at the response. "
Oh, yes, of course, when she..."
Dyana slaps her own forehead lightly, then chuckles, embarassed. "
See, Dunstan,"
she smiles, "
that's why I should not drink anymore tonight. For some reason I didn't come to the obvious conclusion that you know each other very well. I..."
She blinks a couple times, then shakes her head, as if trying to clear it. "
Forgive me. So, you having known each other for so long... you think that can be an union of love, if not now, in the future?"
She rests her chin upon the back of a hand, giving Dunstan an innocent look.

[Dunstan Tullison]

"
It happens to the best of us my Lady"
Dunstan jests and fills himself another cup.

"
Why yes, of course, it will be a union of love and Lady Gwyneth is close to my heart right as well"


Dunstan was not lying, he liked Gwyn very much but he also felt burdened by this marriage. It came unexpected, at one point he was carelessly riding with Marei and giggling like a child, and than suddenly, the next day he agreed to be married.

It is for the good of the House, he thought now as he reminded himself over and over again the entire day.

"
And it is an honor for me, as it would be for anyone, to marry a member of such prestigious House."


Dunstan leaned over and told Dyana quietly, in a sense of drunken camaraderie, "
Do you thinks someone would disprove of our marriage? "

[Dyana Marsten]

Dyana nods and nods at Dunstan's response, then, at his last question, mirrors him, leaning forwards herself. "
Yours and Gwyn's, my L... Dunstan..? No! I know of no one. Then again,"
she leans back again with a sigh, "
I'm not the best one to play court, you know. Maybe there is someone opposing you. I hope not, but I wouldn't know. None that I know of. But if I did, I'd tell you. Because I want..."
the woman blinks a couple times. "
I'm speaking too much. I should go, Dunstan."
She smiles at him another time.

[Dunstan Tullison]

Dunstan grins

"
My Lady, just one more? If you want I can order some food too. They have splendid blood sausages in here"
he orders some from the tavern girl without waiting for the response.

"
You surely look like you can defend yourself, and if the late of the night is any concern is I'll escort you to the tent personally, along with this army of guards that are always following me around"
he points toward the exit where four of them stood vigil.

Looking at her in the eyes he says sincerely,

"
I want to talk to as many Marstens as I can now that I am getting ready to spend my life with one. So, please do tell me what is it you want?"

[Benedict Marsten]

Ben gives his cousin a jovial smile as he slides back into his seat. "
Aye"
He looks to the mug Dunstan set out for Dyana and then to Dyana herself. "
So much for last one and headed out."
He jests. "
Enjoy yourself my lady."
He nods to the drink. "
You are with soon to be family."
He inclines his head to Dunstan. "
You could be no more safe than with this brave and kind man."

[Dyana Marsten]

Dyana frowns at Dunstan, then opens her mouth as if to protest, and then frowns at Benedict. "
Are you two trying to get me drunk?"
Her frowns deepens as she glances between the men. "
Because... I might just accept... one more. Just one more drink. And I'll take those sausages."
She nods more to herself than to anyone else.

"
What I want?"
She looks up at Dunstan. "
Aside from the sausages? What do you mean, exactly?"
She smiles softly at the head of house Tullison.

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