I have a five year savings account. I’m going to save like crazy for five years. Then I’m going emigrate to a place with the least number of Koreans. Don’t bother saving, and just use it all. You don’t know what can happen in five years.
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I’m proud of my team because it wasn’t easy today. Thus far it was the toughest match we played in the Bundesliga. We didn’t expect that Hamburg would put so much pressure on us. Nobody did that so far – not even Tottenham. So if you then win 3-0 in a tough away match without conceding a goal then you have to be proud of the team. We have a lot of individual quality in the squad but we played as a team today. […]
He ate little at the breakfast feast before the wedding ceremony, picking on a few grapes and cutting himself a pear – knowing full well that there will be seventy-seven courses to come. The young King sat in his high seat at the centre of the table, dressed in the best fineries in Westeros. As wicked as the King was, he looked cheery this morning as any young man would be on the day of his wedding. His attention then flitted between the various men gathered at the table, though none brought him any interest – save for Lord Tyw.in Lann.ister. The Old Lion, like the King, seemed satisfied – even as his jaw remained tight. His legacy continues today, his grandchild is to be wed, how could he not be pleased?
The Kindly Prince had a light smile on his lips as he pulled the fruit knife across a second pear and deftly peeled its skin. Oh, the torment that is named patience.
He spent the rest of the breakfast feast entertaining idle chatter until it was time to present the young King with his wedding gifts. One by one the lords stepped to the dais, presenting him various trinkets. He stood when it was his time, leaning heavily on his cane as he offered the King a set of golden reins with his head bowed, “ The best stallion from mine own stables awaits Your Grace in the courtyard. He will carry you three days with little water or feed, will run for a whole day and night without tiring. He is sure-footed and clever, and will never fail you,” He only prayed that the young, cruel, King will not treat the beast ill.
The King accepted the gift well enough, ordering the stallion to be brought into the hall – and indeed several minutes and few gifts later – a pearl white stallion with cream gold mane and tail was led inside. The Dornish Prince smiled politely and tilted his head when the King thanked him, and when the other Lords complimented and admired the animal. Even the stallion seemed proud of itself.
The other gifts included a saddle, a pair of boots, and a set of silver spurs – which caused the King to comment that he will ride out upon his wedding gifts on the morrow, receiving a few knowing smiles from the men in the room. Lord Tyw.in then stepped forward, holding in his hands a sword – with a beautiful gold and ruby hilt – and when the King stood to unveil the blade from its scabbard, it was clear to all present that it was Valyrian steel.
Widows Wail, the blade was named – and the King brought it down to bear on the illustrated edition of the Lives of Four Kings gifted by his uncle. The Prince had to resist the urge to rise to his feet – and even the urge to shake his head in disapproval. What a horrid child and a foolish, foolish, King.
The wedding ceremony was completed by mid-morning and by noon, the first course of seventy-seven was served. Again, he ate little, picking at the boar that tasted bland to his lips – and politely dismissing the servant who offered to add more to his plate. Ole.nna Ty.rell seemed to fuss a little over her little Rose, the Queen, arranging her curls. The Prince wondered if she knew of the King’s disposition – and if she did, how could she allow her previous granddaughter be wed to him.
Though, he supposed, ambitions were ambitions.
When the third plate was brought to him, he stood, feeling full – taking instead to wandering the feast. It was not long before he spotted the Queen Mother and approached her, smiling gently.
“ His Grace’s wedding cloak … it was very beautiful. I hear it was your gift,”