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driftfleet2016-12-06 12:17 pm
steeledskin) wrote in driftfleet2016-12-06 12:17 pm
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Who: Sansa Stark + YOU
Broadcast: Text, fleetwide.
Action: Blue Fish
When: This morning.
Jon Snow and Bran Stark have left the Fleet. Condolences to those who may have befriended them while they were here; Gods-willing, we shall see them again.
[ sansa's message is short -- abrupt, and almost stripped of its emotion. she avoids broadcasting anything but simple text because she does not trust herself to maintain her mask, so to speak. as it is, she's cried too much. losing bran and jon feels like opening old wounds packed with grief. it makes her feel like a little girl again: weak, and mewling.
but she does add: ] I dread leaving, as they have left. Do others in the Fleet want to stay?
[ later, she can be found sitting on the floor of her personnel office. she has taken the furs from her bunk and has spread them across the ground, and she's allowed jon's direwolf pups free rein of the cozy and comfortable area. sansa's eyes are red-rimmed, and they betray every lie she tells when she insists she's as well as can be expected. but at least her spirits lift, a little, when she's playing tug-of-war with the pups.
they bring her a bittersweet joy. ]
Broadcast: Text, fleetwide.
Action: Blue Fish
When: This morning.
Jon Snow and Bran Stark have left the Fleet. Condolences to those who may have befriended them while they were here; Gods-willing, we shall see them again.
[ sansa's message is short -- abrupt, and almost stripped of its emotion. she avoids broadcasting anything but simple text because she does not trust herself to maintain her mask, so to speak. as it is, she's cried too much. losing bran and jon feels like opening old wounds packed with grief. it makes her feel like a little girl again: weak, and mewling.
but she does add: ] I dread leaving, as they have left. Do others in the Fleet want to stay?
[ later, she can be found sitting on the floor of her personnel office. she has taken the furs from her bunk and has spread them across the ground, and she's allowed jon's direwolf pups free rein of the cozy and comfortable area. sansa's eyes are red-rimmed, and they betray every lie she tells when she insists she's as well as can be expected. but at least her spirits lift, a little, when she's playing tug-of-war with the pups.
they bring her a bittersweet joy. ]
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And he is willing to call his banners? [The look on his face is a confused one.] And what about Robert? Her son? Did lady Lysa die? [But there is a certain opportunity in this.] Is he on our side? [The Vale is a powerful ally. And then he starts to think and think and names pop up in his head.]
What about lord Manderly? Did he turn his cloak as well? [The look on his face changes into a more focused one.] Or is he still loyal to Winterfell? [He cannot imagine him betraying house Stark. That would be absolutely ridiculous.]
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[ -- she can't assume he knows the intricacies of the family tree as dearly as she does. sansa frowns. ] He'll inherit the Vale. Robert Arryn is too sickly to rule.
[ and as for lord manderly? sansa cannot say. she doesn't know. she's been too caught up in the vale's politics. ]
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[For some reason it feels as some sort of relief to talk about these future Westerosi politics.]
Is he a bastard? Jon Arryn has a bastard? [Now that would be quite the shock.] Is Robert dying? [He takes it is unlucky for every man to be called after Robert Baratheon. They all die. Including Robert Baratheon himself.]
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It leaves the youngest daughter. She married a knight of House Hardyng sworn to House Waynwood. Their son, Ser Harrold, is the nearest presumptive heir.
[ funny, really. she recites someone else's family history as though it has been drilled into her memory. long hours spent sitting in petyr baelish's lap with his soft words whispered in her ear. even maester luwin never taught them their own family tree half so well. ]
And our little cousin gets sicker every day, it seems. I am the one who cares for him -- now that Aunt Lysa is dead. He comes to me bedroom and he begs me to read him stories. Some mornings he will not eat his breakfast unless Alayne -- unless I am there to coax him.
[ she doubts he will survive to be married. which means ser harrold will take the vale -- although she hasn't expressed exactly how that helps the north. not yet. ]
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And somewhere far away, in the back of his head, a small voice tells him that he hopes that lord Bolton and all those who follow him would die in the most gruesome way possible. That they would pay for what they have done.]
I see. [He frowns and thinks.] Sickly or not, the boy is the rightful heir, and mayhaps, if he might die, ser Harrold might be. But what about lord Baelish’ claim? [The frown on his face turns deeper and makes him look like a really old man.] I know him not, only from the stories of my lady mother. But he seems an ambitious man. [Daring to ask for her hand while being of low birth, daring to challenge his father’s brother for it.] Bold...at the least.
Then I might hope that ser Harrold is fond of the North. Otherwise the Vale has another heir that likes to sit idle while the realm is at war.
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and speaking of! she seizes her bother's hand and takes one plunge she's been so nervous to take this whole time: telling the truth. ] Lord Baelish has promised to help reclaim our home. It was his idea I should meet Ser Harrold.
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I am sure you can. [Then he pauses and a more serious expression appears on his face.] You intend to wed him? This ser Harrold? [But what about her marriage to the Imp? And why would lord Baelish want to help them? After death and betrayal Robb has a hard time believing that Baelish would do this because he is a kind man]
And what will Lord Baelish gain from this? What will he demand from you?
[He knows so very little of this man that it aggravates him a bit.]
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[ he wears two faces. and in king's landing, he'd allowed such horrible things to happen. sansa swallows hard. should robb ask about tyrion, she would talk. she would tell. but she does not volunteer that information all on her own.
instead: ] He loved our lady mother. I truly believe he did. [ but not a gentle and sweet love. his love must have burned and consumed, the way it's left ruin in its wake. she feels its discomfort whenever petyr cups her cheek. ] But I cannot vouchsafe that he does any of this in his memory. Lord Baelish started with very little, dear brother, and now he has a lot. I think he thinks securing Winterfell for our family will put us in his debt.
[ put me in his debt.
and it would. thoroughly. it doesn't mean she's not willing to play along so that she might glimpse her home again. ]
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A marriage between the North and the Vale is an extremely important marriage. To have the Vale as an ally in some way would be brilliant. If the North would want to fight against it’s new warden. Apparently they would not dare to raise a stick now half of their lords have been killed or taken by the Freys.
So it is somewhat of a relief when Sansa voices that lord Baelish cannot be trusted.]
You need to be careful then. [The look on his face turns a bit darker.] I do not want them to harm you again. Especially because I cannot...I cannot undo that anymore.
[The more he hears about the man, the more uncomfortable it makes him. A man who loved their mother once, promises to help the daughter of the woman he, obviously, could not get with.]
Is he of low birth? [That would explain why Hoster Tully would never allow his daughter to wed this man. And maybe that has been for the best as well.] I take your marriage to the Imp is annulled, then? And I do not like the idea of our house owing him anything. But maybe, for the greater good, we must.
[For the North, for those who are still left.]
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she begins with hesitation. ] It's not annulled. Not yet. Lord Tyrion is unaccounted for -- back in Westeros. He is missing and Lord Baelish thinks that if we can wait just long enough...
[ then the imp will die. or be presumed dead. and sansa will be free to remarry. ] Robb. Our marriage was never -- [ she frowns. sansa doesn't want to discuss these matters with her brother. she doesn't want to discuss them with anyone. but she needs him -- her family; her lord; her king -- to understand that the union is ideally poised to be annulled.
she doesn't look him in the eyes when she says it: ] Consummated.
[ needs must. her pride cannot suffer this conversation, but her politics must. and yet when she speaks the word, it's with enough reproach to suggest she expects robb will not believe her. lysa didn't, after all. ]
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Gold shines better than words can do. Promises do better when there is a sack of gold involved.]
Hmph... [He presses his lips onto each other after that sound made it past his lips.] ...And what if he returns? [Now he got to know lord Tyrion better he has to say it is not the worst of men out there. And definitely not as bad as his lord father or his bloody sister.] What if he wishes to...?
[Would he?
Still, when she mentions that their marriage has never been consummated properly he can’t help a sigh of relief. Even though her words have an odd tone to them he decides to believe them for what they are.
Then again, the Imp isn’t a handsome man. Robb cannot imagine her beautiful sister sharing his bed. Willingly. That would mean that Tyrion has not been treating her the way his sister had done. Or his nephew.]
Thank the gods... I take it he has been kind to you?
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sansa understood the lust in men's eyes, now. and although tyrion's had mellowed, she understood he'd wanted her. the thought sat like a stone in her stomach. ] The match was as unwelcome to him as it was to me, I think. The only reason he agreed to it was because his father wanted.
[ and after what tyrion's family did to him in the wake of joffrey's death? ] I doubt that motivates him any longer.
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[Finally he laughs a very short, bitter laugh. Of course, Tywin.]
That surprises me not. Bloody Tywin Lannister being behind such a match. Apparently lord Bolton has not been kissing his arse enough. But then again he is more a fan of leeches than Lannister arse. [Bitter Robb is very bitter.]
I have heard that they accused him of Joffrey’s death. [It would not surprise him if Tyrion did it, Joffrey was a little piece of shit. But then again, Joffrey was that much of a shit that he would end up murdered sooner or later.] But it means it is not annulled yet.
That should happen first.
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tight-throated and sad: ] Lord Tyrion was the one who stopped the beatings. He shamed the Kingsguard -- and then put his own men at my door to guard me. All well before our marriage was arranged.
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That is a good thing. I will speak to him about that.
[He cocks his head.]
But I do wish to know what happened there. With our great king...Joffrey. [A serious frown appears on his face again.] Don’t you wish to speak of it? Has it been gruesome?
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[ much like how she would forget joffrey. ]
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They are in the here and now, not in the past.]
Very well, if that is what you wish. [He reaches out to hold her hands.] But I will teach you... I am not very good at politics. But I can tell you of the Northern houses, who to turn to. Who might answer a call to raise their banners for Winterfell.
[Not many...]
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and she expresses that gratitude when she touches his arm. thoughtful, if timid. ] In time, brother, I'll tell you what I know. But I'm not prepared to talk about King's Landing. Not yet.
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It is important that you free some men from the Twins. I...I have no idea who died and who got captured. I would try to turn to lord Manderly. [Not Karstark.] Bear Island, mayhaps. But it depends if Dacey and Maege survived. The North must be torn about what happened.
[He does not like to speak about his death and speculate about the effects of that. How loyal have my men been?]
I do not think they will allow house Frey to gain influence in the North. Lord Bolton would not care. But some houses are keen on traditions...and it is a grave sin to kill those protected by guestright. As I was. As my men were.
[He pauses, his face a little more pale than before.]
Talk of it when you are ready to do so. I will not pressure the matter.