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[~echo~]

He smiled as he dressed himself, then headed off towards his own tent.

[CrimsonMoon]

-TIME . SKIP-

Eolande the Courtesan was gathered with a group of nobles, the whole meadow was abuzz. The Lannister Princess escaped... The words swirling around over and over. Of course many of the family emissaries siding with the Lannisters celebrated this fact, but others... Outrage and arguements were beginning to spread loke woldfire and it was all hosts could do to calm the masses

[~echo~]

Valgar growled softly to himself. She was after him, he knew it. Not that he couldn't defend himself, but it was still an intimidating thought. He glared at Rori.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori was talking to Enzio, the two looking troubled but attempting to keep two emissaries from clawing each other apart.

Eolande approaches Valgar, she was wearing a simple grey dress but looked gorgeous, outdoing even the most finely dressed women," My King," she Curtsies

[~echo~]

He looked at her, successfully seeming politely detached and unfamiliar with her, which was most the opposite.

[CrimsonMoon]

She seems to understand his distance and murmurs," The Princess escaped sometime last night during the banquet," she tilts her head and gazes at him

[~echo~]

"I've heard," he said angrily. "I would have kept her in chains to make sure this would not happen."

[CrimsonMoon]

" I don't think that would help keep the family representatives from tearing one anothers' throats out," she points out, softly, gazing around before smiling slyly," I have an idea, excuse me, King Valgar," she curtsies to him and moves away swiftly

Rori was calming a group of nobles, his voice strong and powerful...

[~echo~]

Valgar watched the pretty courtesan leave, his eyes straying before turning away and leaning on a barrel.

[CrimsonMoon]

Long minutes pass by before suddenly an announcer calls," Calm down, my dearest noblemen!" His voice reverberating through the meadows," We have a new prize, only the finest courtesan in Westeros for the victor!"

By then Eolande was making her way back to King Valgar, a pretty yet sly smile curling her full lips

[~echo~]

Valgar looked surprised and then saw the look on her face. "You?" he asked, with a small smile. "Well, then," he said.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Ph pleass, don't look so shocked," Eolande tosses her head in a mocking fashion," Your little contribution to my treasures was hardly enough to pay for my services but I allowed you to walk away any way. I am selective of my clients and that is why I am wealthy and healthy," she smiles foxishly," As well as sought after,"

[~echo~]

He raised an eyebrow. "That was quite a bit of money I spent," he said lowly, making sure nobody could hear.

[CrimsonMoon]

" As you have heard- I am the best Westeros has to offer. I am selective and very hard to get like many rare things," she gazes at him and smirks," That wasn't even close to half of my usual rate... But i'll make do with it,"

[~echo~]

"Well, it's not as though that was even a dent in my own wealth. But, since you're okay with it," he paused and smiled, walking off.

[CrimsonMoon]

Eolande rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, she knew this trick, men walking off so she would follow like a lost mutt... Yeah right. She waves to him with a small smile before turning away- approaching Enzio and Rori who seemed relieved and were speaking softly

[~echo~]

However, he didn't seem like he wanted her to follow. He didn't want her to- he wanted to be alone. He walked into his tent and picked up a tome, cracking it and reading it.

[CrimsonMoon]

(Time skip?)

[~echo~]

(Yeah, could you start?)

[CrimsonMoon]

-TIME . SKIP-

The games would be put off for several days due to the delay and hopefully- the return of the Lannister Princess. The valley became almost eerily calm though there seemed to be less of a threa of the nobles ripping one another apart.

Eolande walked through one of the meadows, followed by two Stark guards- no longer yhere as an assurance she would not leave but rather she would not be pounce upon before the correct time. She carried a small basket under one arm filled with sweet smelling wildflowers-