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Who: Daenerys Targaryen
Broadcast: fleetwide!
Action: aboard the Caprine
When: Today

[Dany is on a mission today! Ever since she had finally approached the gross planet and had heard from locals of the party coming up, she has decided to try and make a dress for herself. Sadly easier said than done as she normally has them made for her. In her lap rests a length of semi-opaque cloth, a needle in hand as she embroiders the fabric.]

I was wondering, perhaps, if anyone might have skills in leather working? I am attempting to make a gown for the forthcoming festivities and I wish to not have this task compete with my duties aboard the Caprine.

[She has an idea in mind and can draw it up for anyone who might need a visual demonstration. She also might wear the final product around the ship if the dress is suitable enough. She hated wearing the standard issue clothing if she could avoid it.]

I am willing to compensate in whatever means is acceptable for services rendered. I am skilled enough in embroidery and some sewing, but leather is out of my knowledge.

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Oh, may I? [ The way he chuckles is enough to show that he probably won't be calling her that any time soon. ] Well, then you're welcome to call me the same. What little claim you still have to the throne means nothing here.

[ He backed a guy who literally had no claim just because he was his best friend. He knows what he's talking about. Also, yes, this is definitely a sass-off. ]

What makes you think I want anything?

Little? I am the last remaining heir to the true King who sat upon the throne before he was murdered by one of his guards. My claim is not small, I assure you. I am the blood of Old Valyria, the blood of the dragon, and the Iron Throne by right belongs to House Targaryen, regardless of what sort of person the man who sat upon it before was like.

[Her temper was beginning to flare up. She's heard this so many times - the sneers and the snide remarks, calling her brother a "Beggar King" when all he'd been trying to do was keep them alive until they could return to their true home.]

You would not contact me if you wanted for nothing, would you? Or do you regularly speak to people with whom you know nothing of or about and make insults?

[For real. He was being a bit of a moron right then.]

Your home is Pyke, yes? The Greyjoys call themselves kings and yet here you are, cast out into this place as I have been. Your situation is no different than my own.

To most of Westeros, your claim is small.

[ He actually doesn't mean it in an entirely cruel way. Theon doesn't know where his own loyalties lie anymore, but he does know that Westeros is a mess. Too many people are trying to stake their claims. Even Balon Greyjoy had been intent on taking the North from Robb. Adding this young girl to the mix only serves to make things even more complicated for everyone. ]

The Ironborn do as they please. They support who they please, if they choose to support anyone at all. The kings squabbling over that pile of broken swords you call a throne have no real rule over us.

[ Not anymore. Theon isn't his father's incentive to behave any longer. There's nothing preventing Balon from rebelling again. ]

As for how I regularly speak to people--[ His trademark smirk sneaks into his voice yet again. ] I suppose you're just a special target. I've never had the opportunity to insult a Targaryen before.

Is that so? Your people would rather Joffrey, then? Or perhaps Robert Baratheon? You'd rather they burn your precious islands to the ground? Because that's what would happen if men of their ilk remain on the throne. Though, I suppose you can't be much different than they - you come across just as simple minded.

[He might be an Ironborn but she expected more. Not this... boy, who tried very hard to be too big for his britches. Gods she hoped they weren't all like that.]

Be careful whom you mean to insult; I assure you there would only be one casualty in that dispute and it wouldn't be me.

[Where is Drogon when she needs him. All the same, her tone is careful. She didn't want to make an enemy of this one but at the same time he was rather disagreeable. Dare she say Robb Stark came across as much more reasonable in comparison.]

Tell me, what is it about my name that interests you so? It can't just be for the fact that you plan to insult me at every turn. You had a reason. Did you want to confirm I am who I say I am? Or perhaps you hoped that I was some simpering girl who cowered at the slightest? It must make you feel rather large to pick a fight with a girl that you can't seem to make afraid of you or cower before you.

[It was actually somewhat cowardly, if you asked her.]

My people--[ The amount of emphasis on the word is telling. He's clearly losing control of this conversation, if he ever had any control over it to begin with, but Dany has the right of him. He's a man grown, yet somehow he's also still just a boy trying to fill shoes that are far too big for him. ]

My people wish to be ruled by no one but their own king. My father, Balon Greyjoy, is the rightful ruler of the Iron Islands. He rebelled against Robert Baratheon for a reason. The driftwood crown is his own, and until you or anyone else can promise that it will be returned to him, I will insult who I please.

[ He's trying so hard, bless him. Theon may be frustrating and a loudmouth, but he's hardly the worst of the lot. That honor is all Euron's. Theon only wants to be accepted and loved, but his uncle is just cruel for no good reason. ]

Your name is what makes you a rarity. You're a dying breed--nearly dead, in fact. Your family's name is not easy to skim over in the histories. I won't ask your forgiveness for my curiosity.

I promise you - the only one who will be wearing a crown will be me, Theon Greyjoy. Your father would be wise to align himself with my cause if he doesn't wish to be taken for treason when I arrive in Westeros. You've all but assured his fate by the folly of your own making.

[Translation: If he's gonna be a dick she's going to make empty threats about the dad he seems to love so much. See? There are totally two immature children in this conversation.]

[ He really does try to tell himself that he loves his father, at least. He doesn't hate Balon, but fathers are strange creatures, easily angered and prone to mistreating their children, but you're meant to love them all the same, aren't you?

He's going to keep being a dick, though. A bit of arguing never stopped him before. ]

Well, then. I'll be insulting you quite a bit, won't I?

[ It never ends. ]

Then you are a fool, Theon Grayjoy. If you think your petty games are meant to hurt me you're wrong. There are far worse things in this world than verbal jabs. You're wasting both of our time by acting a child.

[And she won't give him the satisfaction of a witty comeback. Instead, she disconnects the conversation between the two of them.]

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