[There are, perhaps, things better left unknown. Jaime has not yet decided on how he feels about fate, like a path lined by two great walls, keeping him hemmed in and moving always forward, toward events that loom like legends for him. Legends that Myrcella knows firsthand.
It would be foolish, to leave these things as legend. Jaime prefers armor and sword, but knowledge is its own sort of armor, especially in the game that they play.]
Of course. My time is yours whenever you wish. You are still in the housing that was assigned to you? I will come there, if you think it private enough.
( She would most certainly be in the same quandary, were their places exchanged. Yet these legends are contemporary or even past events to others here from Westeros. If he should hear them from her in confidence and not from the like of Jon Snow or Lord Baelish, he can don that armour and guard against the possible ill-intent of those words.
And she can only try to repay the favour of his protection by affording him some in return. )
I am, yes. Though perhaps we should speak of that, too. I miss you more often than not.
( Alone, in a city controlled by House Stark. It now leaves her uneasy, with only Robb as a buffer between her and his relations. )
[How, he thinks to ask. Or perhaps, better, why? What more he has learned of Myrcella has only made him think her as good as others of court have praised her, as good and better. Better, certainly, than him. Golden and fair and good, truly good.
Jaime writes none of this. He reads Myrcella's simple words and feels a selfish pleasure that he knows he does not deserve. She should know him for who he truly is. But if he disabuses her of her esteem, he loses it entirely. He has never been anyone but himself. For Myrcella, he finds, in some small way, that he wants to be something more. At least in this moment.]
I would be glad to speak of it and gladder still for your move to this city, or any other.
[As little as he trusts Littlefinger, it would be better to keep Myrcella close than hide her away in some city.]
I will come to your home tonight if it pleases you. You will forgive me for not allowing you time to plan the menu with your steward. It is both a custom and a boon of this country that meals are planned much more quickly.
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.
[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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Date: 2017-07-20 04:32 pm (UTC)It would be foolish, to leave these things as legend. Jaime prefers armor and sword, but knowledge is its own sort of armor, especially in the game that they play.]
Of course. My time is yours whenever you wish. You are still in the housing that was assigned to you? I will come there, if you think it private enough.
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Date: 2017-07-21 06:22 am (UTC)And she can only try to repay the favour of his protection by affording him some in return. )
I am, yes. Though perhaps we should speak of that, too. I miss you more often than not.
( Alone, in a city controlled by House Stark. It now leaves her uneasy, with only Robb as a buffer between her and his relations. )
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Date: 2017-07-24 05:01 am (UTC)Jaime writes none of this. He reads Myrcella's simple words and feels a selfish pleasure that he knows he does not deserve. She should know him for who he truly is. But if he disabuses her of her esteem, he loses it entirely. He has never been anyone but himself. For Myrcella, he finds, in some small way, that he wants to be something more. At least in this moment.]
I would be glad to speak of it and gladder still for your move to this city, or any other.
[As little as he trusts Littlefinger, it would be better to keep Myrcella close than hide her away in some city.]
I will come to your home tonight if it pleases you. You will forgive me for not allowing you time to plan the menu with your steward. It is both a custom and a boon of this country that meals are planned much more quickly.
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Date: 2017-08-02 08:53 am (UTC)( 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--????
Date: 2017-08-04 01:12 am (UTC)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.