Homeless but looking. Cassana wants to go where her children are, though.

[motherbaratheon]

Lady Mundane:
I know that you are considering sending me somewhere, that you told me. And that there's little to none possibility that my Steffon would be there, something which is terribly saddening. But please, could it be a place where I could be with my children? Of course I know Robert is five and ten and Stannis three and ten, but no matter what anyone says, they are still children. And Renly is a little babe. As commendable as is Maester Cressen's work with their education, they need their mother.
Yours sincerely
Lady Cassana Estermont

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[bruxisms]

[ ...well if his mother told him to he will do it but... ] Be that as it may, they have no claim to the throne. [ HE IS JUST UPHOLDING THE LAW, MOTHER.

and... onto yet another awkward issue. ]

You and father have been dead for some time.

[motherbaratheon]

[UPHOLD THE LAW, SON. But don't call the poor children that.]

[She sort of expected it. But thank the Seven she doesn't know the details, and it still makes her swallow a bit.]
For how long?

[bruxisms]

Some twenty years.

[ also yeah he totally raised Renly... ]

[motherbaratheon]

[It doesn't take her long to do the math. And is horrified to realise that her children were pretty close to the age that they have in her time.]
What happened?
[You did a good job raising him, son]

[bruxisms]

[ and yet again, he cannot lie. ]

The Windproud broke apart on the rocks of Shipbreaker Bay. There were no survivors, save for the fool.

[motherbaratheon]

[And then again> The Windproud>The ship which they are using to go back home> They are about a day of distance or so>OhSevenshewillnotseeherchildreneveragain...]

[Yes, this will be awkward. But she is crying and she gives him a hug.]
I'm so sorry...

[bruxisms]

[ He has never had any idea what to do with a crying woman, least of all one that is his own lady mother. But when she hugs him, this time he readily returns the embrace in full, with little hesitation. ]

There was nothing that could be done.

[ he could not help but wonder if they had lived... would have there even been a rebellion? Would have they betrothed Robert to Lyanna Stark or... ]

[motherbaratheon]

But still, you must have suffered greatly because of that...
[She knows you. You most surely were there, waiting for them with Robert. And you probably saw it. Robert and you are different, and even though you both surely have suffered, you two always had different ways of dealing with pain.]

[bruxisms]

I survived, mother. As did Robert and Renly. Lord Arryn took Robert, and I remained at Storm's End with Renly and Maester Cressen.

[ ...For a time. ]

I— would not have you feel as though I blame you for any of it.

[ Or for the man he became. ]

[motherbaratheon]

(ooc: Lookie what I'm doing: http://motherbaratheon.dreamwidth.org/341.html If you have any other canon fact that I might have missed it would certainly be very appreciated.)

But no child should have to go through that. [She sobs slightly, and wipes her tears.] I hoped... I hoped we could both see you three grow up, and be happy.

[bruxisms]

[ He really cannot say anything to that. After all, had any of them truly been happy after their death. Instead, he merely looks at her, moving his teeth back and forth, but finally... ]

Oftimes, I would have preferred your company.

(( ooc: oh man ilu best of luck!!! :) ))

[motherbaratheon]

[Son, don't do that, it's bad for your teeth.]
Well, I suppose the Seven gave us a new opportunity with this, didn't they? [If only they had done the same with your father...]

[bruxisms]

I do not believe this is the work of the Gods, mother.

[ He had stopped believing in them long ago. ]

[motherbaratheon]

[And now you are a non-believer... That's not good, son of mine.]
Then of whom?

[bruxisms]

[ ...so how would you feel about using some crazy eastern religion to advance the cause? :\ ]

Not the gods.

[motherbaratheon]

[Do you really believe in it, son? Oh, and btw, it was absolutely the lady mundane helped by the Seven.]
[Sigh]
Very well, then. But still, it is a new opportunity [Aka Prepare to have your mom in you life. Again. But still treating you like a boy of three and ten.]

[bruxisms]

[ :| Sorry mom, no believing in any Gods but that red woman has plenty of power to help him win the throne so... ]

Your presence would be... appreciated. [ because he is really horrible at being a single dad. ]

[motherbaratheon]

[That throne hurts, son. Your uncle Aerys complained once to your father about it, even though he grew to like it. You won't like it. You should be at Storm's End.]

[Still, smile. That's the best you'll ever get from your kid, Cassana.]
Then I will be here to help you in anything you need. [ Because, really, she's been speaking with the girl and she's a sweetling. But some of your parenting and general life skills need a bit of upgrading, son.]

[bruxisms]

[ Believe him, he knows. All he truly desired was to be Lord of Storm's End, but things do not exactly work out in such a way, do they not? Also thanks Robert... ]

You... need not do such a thing.

[motherbaratheon]

[But son, maybe your brother had other plans for you. Do you remember what is famous Dragonstone for? Though maybe she's giving Robert way too much credit]

[Also, you need more help than you'd dare to admit] Are you sure? Because it's no trouble for me.

[bruxisms]

[ Never give Robert any credit he ruins lives. :| ]

...You may do well to speak to my elder brother about his ideas of suitable behaviour.

[ Like beheading a defenceless creature in front of his daughter... ]

[motherbaratheon]

[She's beginning to think you children are going to need an intervention. And probably some pulling of ears]

What do you mean exactly?

[Definately. You three need an intervention.]

[bruxisms]

[ bluntly... sorry about this, mother... ]

Such as, but not limited to, deflowering my lady wife's cousin on my wedding night, in our wedding bed.

[motherbaratheon]

[Nah, it's okay. She'll be just facepalming slightly.]
Oh, so that's when your nephew was conceived. I must admit that Robert was never a particularly discreet boy. It looks like it only got worse.
I'll have a few words with him, then.

[bruxisms]

Selyse— My lady wife considered it a grave offence, and he did little to rectify the matter.

[ Unless you count asking him about her facial hair but... ]