(fourth lemon cake) voice ✧ open to both courts

[steeledskin]

Fellow Shardholders. [ of either court! ]

I would speak to a man of law -- should any find himself amid our numbers. [ such a profession is unknown to her, but stiles has explained some occupations and tenets of his world and this one in particular piques her interest. sansa stark could make use of such a man who might be bound by her confidentiality. of course, she does not quite understand the ins and outs of the arrangement.

but that's why she asks today: to learn; to plan; to piece together little patches of her defence. ] Anyone who would call themselves lawyer. I would speak with you. That is the word for it, yes? [ lawyer. ] My apologies if I've gotten it wrong; I'm only a simple girl and I am unwise in these matters. I want to learn about the things that are mysteries to me.

[ like whether a lawyer's strange binding powers of argumentation would even apply in these lands. once her conversations are finished, she snaps the locket shut and can be found in the library -- where she organizes books she doesn't care to read, because the practise soothes her and distracts her mind from its darker thoughts. or else come the evening she sits in her chambers, and allies of hers are welcome to stop and knock. ]

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[steeledskin]

Oh. Her eyes lifted. She was not accustomed to Ben pressing a matter -- but this press was fair, considering she'd promised an answer and then had done her best to avoid it.

Sansa pressed her hands onto the table. "There is a House in Westeros who hate my father's House. I am scared, Ben, that if my family does not do enough here and now they may overrun us once again. There are impediments; a lawyer might help unimpede us."

[rube]

"What?" Ben was never good with politics. He didn't understand her necessity to help her family here, because this should be neutral ground. No one had much power over anyone else here besides the queen, and even she didn't impose too many rules over the people.

"Why does that matter so much here? Who are they and what are they tryin' to do?"

[steeledskin]

The reality was hard intractable for Sansa Stark: it always mattered. So long as there were Starks and Lannisters and Tyrells and Baratheons and anyone else in the Drabwurld, it mattered. But she did not know the first way in which she might explain that desperation to Ben. Except, perhaps--

"The Lannisters. Have you spoken to anyone with that name?"

[rube]

He shook his head, but he did recall her speaking of the name briefly to warn him of them, but he didn't recall much else on the subject. In fact, he hadn't even seen any of them around on the network as of late.

"You told me about Jaime Lannister one time. He still around?" He didn't remember the last name of another family, but the name 'Joffrey' had stood out at the time.