[VIDEO] Looking for a Girl

[born_a_lion]

[He frowns down at the open locket, perplexed. He’s been told that he need only speak, and it will carry his message to the masses. He can’t imagine how, though. And he’s not entirely convinced that he’s not being made a fool of. But it seems he has little lose except a bit of dignity, perhaps, and at the moment, at least, there’s no one around to see him. So he clears his throat, takes a breath, and speaks.]

I’m looking for someone.

[He pauses, feeling decidedly foolish. But the thought of finding Cersei is enough to spur him on.]

My sister, to be precise. Cersei. She’s very pretty. Blonde hair, green eyes… Essentially, me with tits. If you can help me find her, you’ll be handsomely rewarded.

[He offers his faceless audience a charming grin. He’s not entirely sure that his coin will be any good here, but gold is gold, is it not? And if his gold somehow fails him, well… he’ll find some way to repay the favor.]

Take me to her, and I’ll truly be in your debt. So long as she is unharmed, of course. If you’re thinking she’d make a lucrative hostage, rest assured, I will pay you back - in steel, not gold.

So. I believe that covers it. I’ll be waiting.

[And with that he snaps the locket shut, feeling a good deal more hopeful than he had just a few minutes ago. Cersei is far from quiet. Surely someone who’s encountered her will see his message. She may even see it herself.

He’ll be seeing her soon. He’s sure of it. And when he does… well, he’ll just have to demonstrate precisely how much he has missed her.]

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[vazyol]

[ THANKS FOR CONFIRMING HER SUSPICIONS, RENLY. New favorite usurper xoxo.

He killed my father. For a moment, she is a scared girl, sick to her stomach, ever running from assassins. But as quickly as the fear comes, it goes, replaced by something worse. It is a steely anger, cool for now, but capable of sparking a blaze at the slightest word. The Kingslayer, named for his betrayal, for his murder (likely while Aerys' guard was down, she thinks). The people of Westeros shame him with that title, but they allow him to live all the same. If the Usurper did not ask for the deed himself, he did not punish it, and certainly capitalized on it, too. But could the Usurper have succeeded if not for the Lannister betrayal? A small part of her whispers What did your father due to warrant his actions? Arstan said the people did not love him as they did Rhaegar.

She drowns that part with the rage of the dragon, with the delusions of Viserys and her own repressive abilities. ]

[ with blatant distaste, jaw set and tone sour. ] And what court would you have her sent to?

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[born_a_lion]

What... court?

[He's baffled by the question. Perhaps he shouldn't be, but he's far too distracted to think clearly. By that pale hair and those strange eyes. So distinctive. Some venomous creatures where their colors like a warning - a bright stripe or a bold spot, visible from a distance, identifying them clearly as dangerous things, not to be toyed with.

That's all he can see. Not a girl, but a dangerous creature. One that was supposed to be extinct. A part of him desperately wants to ask her exactly who she is and why she isn't dead or to say something, at least, more intelligent and less likely to anger her than the words that keep coming to rest on the tip of his tongue:

I thought we got rid of you all.]

[vazyol]

[ Whatever reason for his bewilderment does not concern her. He ought to recognize her features, and if he does not, he soon will, she thinks. Then, he best grovel like the dog he is. ]

Did you not hear, Kingslayer? [ Her smile curdles even before she finishes speaking. That's Westerosi for did I stutter? ] Unseelie or Seelie. Caer Scima or Caer Glaem. It is one or the other that you champion, [ an almost thoughtful expression. However, it quickly turns to a contemptuous sneer. ] though I suppose allegiance matters not to you.

[ Never mind that she possess her own doubts about the fairies and might defect at a later point. She saw the opportunity for a zinger and took it.

Really, she ought to know better than to act this way — and in public, at that — but she has never been skilled at reigning in her emotions, anger in particular. ]

[born_a_lion]

[He shakes his head, at a loss.] I don't know what you're talking about? [Unseelie? Seelie? She may as well be speaking another language entirely. And for all he knows, she is.]

My allegiance is and always has been to our king. [He lifts his chin a fraction, defiant. Let her say what she will. It's nothing he hasn't heard before.]

[vazyol]

[ without hesitation. ] Oh? And what king is this? [ robert or joffrey or another? regardless, it makes no difference. none are king in her eyes. ]

As I recall, the last true king is dead..

[born_a_lion]

[The last true king...] I suppose you mean Aerys Targaryen.

[Might as well be out with it. No point beating around the bush.]