Tell me the name of this restaurant that has entranced you, and I will meet you there. Unless you'd prefer an escort?
[How closely should he watch her? Close enough to keep her safe. This is not Westeros, but there are dangers and threats all the same, in stranger colors and fashions. She will have been given a godsgift of her own, besides this lion cub, but that is no guarantee of safety.
Should he insist that she move from De Chima? In that city, she is closer to the Starks, and to Daenerys Targaryen--but farther from Littlefinger. The Starks have their honor. Littlefinger has none. In that way, she is safe. Gods be good, why is he here alone, trying to work through all of this?
Not precisely alone. There is now Myrcella--a child, but not quite a child. His own child, at that. The thought is becoming a little easier. To protect is a simpler offer to make than to trust. She is sweet yet, raised in safety and in beauty, sometimes by the sheer will of Cersei. Untouched by the many corruptions. Let her stay that way, Jaime thinks, half a prayer. He knows it cannot come true.]
We can speak more of this city of yours, and of registration. But you must leave your lion at home. I doubt he would be much welcome--though if you have coin enough, you can enjoy the pleasure of watching the servers pretend he is welcome.
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[--He commends, with something more of a smile.]
Tell me the name of this restaurant that has entranced you, and I will meet you there. Unless you'd prefer an escort?
[How closely should he watch her? Close enough to keep her safe. This is not Westeros, but there are dangers and threats all the same, in stranger colors and fashions. She will have been given a godsgift of her own, besides this lion cub, but that is no guarantee of safety.
Should he insist that she move from De Chima? In that city, she is closer to the Starks, and to Daenerys Targaryen--but farther from Littlefinger. The Starks have their honor. Littlefinger has none. In that way, she is safe. Gods be good, why is he here alone, trying to work through all of this?
Not precisely alone. There is now Myrcella--a child, but not quite a child. His own child, at that. The thought is becoming a little easier. To protect is a simpler offer to make than to trust. She is sweet yet, raised in safety and in beauty, sometimes by the sheer will of Cersei. Untouched by the many corruptions. Let her stay that way, Jaime thinks, half a prayer. He knows it cannot come true.]
We can speak more of this city of yours, and of registration. But you must leave your lion at home. I doubt he would be much welcome--though if you have coin enough, you can enjoy the pleasure of watching the servers pretend he is welcome.