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While she initially enjoyed her conversation with the young Lordling standing before her, he’d quickly become engulfed in conversation of himself - a ill thought out plan to win the affection of the youngest Baratheon girl. Poppy had planned on smiling pleasantly as he droned on before excusing herself, but upon seeing a Lord of the Crownlands, she’d quickly raised a hand to wave at him ( the gesture a touch desperate ). “Lord Hayford! Oh goodness, I’d worried you’d forgotten we were planning to meet.” Excusing herself from the man before her, she scurried over and slide her fingers around his arm. “Please just walk me away. That man is less amusing then paint drying.” The final words were muttered beneath her breath, desperate for escape.