(third lemon cake) voice ✧ open to both courts

[steeledskin]

( VOICE: OPEN TO BOTH COURTS )

Fellow [ ... ] shardholders. Seven blessings upon you all.

[ sansa is back in caer glaem, but there is no visual recording to accompany this address. (perhaps foolishly) she believes she may be somewhat protected from joffrey's attention. she would avoid an address altogether, but she feels there are those in the opposing court who ought to be quietly warned against the evil presence in their midst. trouble is, she doesn't know their names. and so here is a quiet attempt to draw out some of those people she'd spoken with at the very outset of using these lockets. ]

These lands are impressive. I have spent the larger part of two turns of this moon travelling them. Their roads are hard, perhaps, but I find myself oddly...pleased that I made any progress at all. [ there is a quiet (and honest) reverence in her voice. improvement and daring is not a thing she expects of herself, and so the mere understanding that she can now build a fire or ride a horse for days? it kindles something in her heart. a spark of pride. ] Seelie. Unseelie. Both territories boast beautiful landscapes -- I should like to see them painted, perhaps. Are there any artists in either court? Painters? Sculptors? [ ... ] Have we any musicians? These kingdoms must have their own songs. I would fain learn them.

From what played at the first feast, I imagine fairy music must always be a delight.

[ a protracted conversations, perhaps. but she hopes to catch the ear of wary allies and would-be friends. and as for her public behaviour? ah, well. she will be alayne stone a little longer. she is not ready to reclaim herself in one headlong rush. small steps and little leaps must be made. ]

(ooc: this post comes on the evening of june 27th. if your character is in caer glaem and is more apt to find here somewhere around the castle, go ahead and hit me with an action thread instead. i'm good with it. )

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[steeledskin]

Have they all been so rotten, my lord?

[gordianknots]

Not really, but I can still have my concerns, since this place seems to sometimes bring people from the same place, but different times.

[steeledskin]

Yes. [ ...a pregnant pause. that alone is enough to communicate her agreement. but then, softly: ] King Joffrey is no longer king in my lands. But he seems convinced he still is, doesn't he?

It's a strange thing.

[gordianknots]

If it's of any note, the last thing he said that he recalls is his wedding.

[Which, combined with knowledge that Alayne seems to know him but is from a later time, makes some interesting suggestions about that wedding.]

[steeledskin]

[ she pauses again. here, she must move forward on faith. feeling her way carefully across the ice. but in the end, she knows what she's about to tell waver is no more than what any other westerosi of her time could tell him: ] Then he has a scant few hours of kingship left to him, my lord.

[gordianknots]

[That's that hunch confirmed. With a sort of shrug, Waver's voice is fairly cheerful, all things considered:] Well, so long as he doesn't find out, I suppose.

[steeledskin]

I would imagine that nearly every Westerosi in this court knows the specifics far better than I do, my lord -- [ her biggest lie yet, perhaps. because of all the assembled countrymen she is (perhaps) the one who knows the most. ] Whether they've engaged him on the topic or not? I cannot say.

They do not share their politics with someone of my...station.

[gordianknots]

He seemed ignorant enough about the matter when we spoke, and if I judge his personality correctly, we'd know if he found out, yes?

[He is a little saddened to hear that politics are kept from her though, in an official manner.] More fool them for doing so, really.

[steeledskin]

He is given to denial, my lord. As -- it seems -- are all lions.

[gordianknots]

Particular family trait, I take it?

[steeledskin]

[ she thinks on the queen regent. and on the blind eye she seems to always turn upon her son. sansa sighs. ]

I believe so. [ but she must stand behind her lie. ] Or so my father's stories would suggest. He had served at court for some years before he...retired to the lands we now inhabit together.

[gordianknots]

A reliable source, then. [It's something that wouldn't surprise Waver, at the very least.]

[steeledskin]

Thoroughly reliable. [ ha. ] And a better teacher, I half-suspect, than those you would despair to see brought here.

[gordianknots]

There's maybe one person I'd want here that'd be suited for any of this, and I have no promise that he'd end up on the same side as I would.

[steeledskin]

-- Were you to tell me who, my lord, I might watch for him.

[gordianknots]

I don't quite know what name he'd be using - Rider, Iskander, Alexandros, Alexander are all options - but he's about six foot something. Red hair, lots of muscle, and extremely loud, in an affable sort of way.

[steeledskin]

[ ... ]

He sounds frightening.

[gordianknots]

Only if you look at him, and don't hear him talk.

[Okay and if you don't know he's the magically summoned up for bullshit reasons Alexander the Great.]

[steeledskin]

[ words are wind. ]

And you trust him?

[gordianknots]

Amazingly. He helped me through a particularly rough patch.

[steeledskin]

...Alright. [ a soft breath. ] Should he arrive, my lord, I will try to find it in my heart not to flee from him.

[gordianknots]

Honestly, if you just see him about, that's enough. I can respect apprehension. Goodness knows I understand that he's a bit hard to approach.

[steeledskin]

How is it that the two of you met?

[gordianknots]

Quite a bit of luck, actually. He was supposed to be meeting with someone else, but we ran into each other first. A bit literally, he managed to knock me flat on my ass by accident, but we got on well enough.

[Which all isn't quite untrue, but it isn't an exact narrative of what went down either.]

[steeledskin]

[ there is a light pause over the language. but she lets it pass -- she does not make a scene. ] Then you were fortunate to gain a friend where you never expected to find one.