Good! It is a little difficult to protect one-another when we are so far apart, no? I would be the easier to be nearer to you than this.
( Surrounded by Starks as she is, it makes her uneasy. Robb is the only one to have been easy with her thuus far. As though time has never passed. She's not seen the others, but for Robb's bastard brother.
The less thought of him, the better. As heavy as the nature of this conversation with her father will no doubt be, preparing for it is a distraction she welcomes, and finds herself smiling. )
It would please me, yes. Worry not about the fare. I'll procure us something beforehand. Until this evening, Father. Have a safe journey here.
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[Well. She has taken to the thought of moving easily enough. A small comfort. Perhaps it only means that what she wishes to speak of will be a difficult thing, and this agreeability is meant only to soften that eventual blow.
No. That is not Myrcella. Even if she means to tell him something terrible, she would not use sweetness to hide the malice. That is not her way at all. He should accept her agreement, and his good fortune. Another selfish pleasure.]
Your cheerful agreement makes me nearly cheerful.
I will see you soon. Take care if you mean to cook the food yourself, it is not so very easy, even for one as clever as you.
[Daughter, he should say, to her father. It would still be strange to write, as secret as this message is, but he thinks it anyways. An endearment long forbidden. Why shouldn't he name her as his daughter when the only parts of Westeros are the countrymen that have followed them here?]
Until tonight, Myrcella. I look forward to your company.
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( Surrounded by Starks as she is, it makes her uneasy. Robb is the only one to have been easy with her thuus far. As though time has never passed. She's not seen the others, but for Robb's bastard brother.
The less thought of him, the better. As heavy as the nature of this conversation with her father will no doubt be, preparing for it is a distraction she welcomes, and finds herself smiling. )
It would please me, yes. Worry not about the fare. I'll procure us something beforehand. Until this evening, Father. Have a safe journey here.
» text, private - also do you want to just jump into action here or do a log or--????
No. That is not Myrcella. Even if she means to tell him something terrible, she would not use sweetness to hide the malice. That is not her way at all. He should accept her agreement, and his good fortune. Another selfish pleasure.]
Your cheerful agreement makes me nearly cheerful.
I will see you soon. Take care if you mean to cook the food yourself, it is not so very easy, even for one as clever as you.
[Daughter, he should say, to her father. It would still be strange to write, as secret as this message is, but he thinks it anyways. An endearment long forbidden. Why shouldn't he name her as his daughter when the only parts of Westeros are the countrymen that have followed them here?]
Until tonight, Myrcella. I look forward to your company.