You're right, of course. I'm sure books on lions are easy enough to find in De Chima. I would do right by him, and understanding how his wilder kin are in the wild should help.
( She knows it's a contentious thing; her mother has borne a hatred for that House for years. Joffrey had continued it because he could. Myrcella herself has no part of it, and doesn't wish to.
Especially not here. She meets his eyes carefully, and then breaks into a small, gladdened smile when he assents to escorting her. )
The honour would be mine to be escorted by you. ( That much is the truth; entirely for their sake, she is happy. She thinks that a second life merits a chance to know her father, and that in this life he should be afforded an opportunity to know one of his children. ) I know we will. If you are with us, I know we will be well. And I shall if you will do the same.
( Ah. Her own smile fades to hear it. )
If you're certain, then I would enjoy that very much. There is one restaurant I have walked past more than once and the smell coming from within is incredible. None shall interrupt us, I won't allow it.
( There's some fire in her still, apparently. Myrcella inclines her head, humming thoughtfully. )
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.
( Nobody has made her smile like this, bright and warm and vivid. She even manages a soft laugh. Keeping close to him is not simply something she wants but needs as well. He's good for her. )
I think I would prefer an escort if you don't mind. I'm located in the apartment complex, but I can meet you outside.
( To be apart from him is both strange and familiar; he'd always been there, throughout her childhood. Ever watchful, but never allowed to be present. She only wonders now whether he's ever wanted to be.
The way he'd spoken to her on the ship had given her hope. And kindled in her a caring for him, regardless if others see him as a traitor or hero. Now, she would be closer to him than not.
He is alone and so is she, and that will not do for her, one way or the other. She worries, but does not want to fuss. As much as he would keep her safe, so would she do for him.
With a graceful dip of her head, she continues to smile. A miracle, she thinks privately. )
Yes, we should. I have here a 'dog crate' which I hope will hold him long enough for us to dine in peace. I'll leave him food and water.
And some rope. ( Her mouth quirks in mild, shy amusement. ) If you let me know when you arrive, I'll come down and meet you.
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Date: 2017-06-17 09:00 am (UTC)( She knows it's a contentious thing; her mother has borne a hatred for that House for years. Joffrey had continued it because he could. Myrcella herself has no part of it, and doesn't wish to.
Especially not here. She meets his eyes carefully, and then breaks into a small, gladdened smile when he assents to escorting her. )
The honour would be mine to be escorted by you. ( That much is the truth; entirely for their sake, she is happy. She thinks that a second life merits a chance to know her father, and that in this life he should be afforded an opportunity to know one of his children. ) I know we will. If you are with us, I know we will be well. And I shall if you will do the same.
( Ah. Her own smile fades to hear it. )
If you're certain, then I would enjoy that very much. There is one restaurant I have walked past more than once and the smell coming from within is incredible. None shall interrupt us, I won't allow it.
( There's some fire in her still, apparently. Myrcella inclines her head, humming thoughtfully. )
I intend to do that.
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Date: 2017-06-20 04:29 pm (UTC)[--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.
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Date: 2017-06-21 09:00 am (UTC)( Nobody has made her smile like this, bright and warm and vivid. She even manages a soft laugh. Keeping close to him is not simply something she wants but needs as well. He's good for her. )
I think I would prefer an escort if you don't mind. I'm located in the apartment complex, but I can meet you outside.
( To be apart from him is both strange and familiar; he'd always been there, throughout her childhood. Ever watchful, but never allowed to be present. She only wonders now whether he's ever wanted to be.
The way he'd spoken to her on the ship had given her hope. And kindled in her a caring for him, regardless if others see him as a traitor or hero. Now, she would be closer to him than not.
He is alone and so is she, and that will not do for her, one way or the other. She worries, but does not want to fuss. As much as he would keep her safe, so would she do for him.
With a graceful dip of her head, she continues to smile. A miracle, she thinks privately. )
Yes, we should. I have here a 'dog crate' which I hope will hold him long enough for us to dine in peace. I'll leave him food and water.
And some rope. ( Her mouth quirks in mild, shy amusement. ) If you let me know when you arrive, I'll come down and meet you.