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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[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... ]

[motherbaratheon]

[And yes, she is reminding herself to not make Florent jokes. And specially not about a certain thing Edric told her about your wife. Because she is a good mom and not a 14 year old maiden, she will not make silly jokes.]
Your wife was right. [At least they could have done it somewhere else if Robert felt such urge. But really? On the wedding bed? She sighs.] Believe me, that wouldn't have happened if I had been alive at the time.

[bruxisms]

[ Mother, you are more than free to makes japes about Ser Axell Florent.

And how different would have been had she been there? ]

I would not expect it to have. Likely, I would have not married the woman without the need to secure an assurance of the Reach's loyalty to Robert's reign.

[motherbaratheon]

[Thank you, son. She'll do it in the future.

Oh, and that's part of her motherly superpowers. But it would have involved sending Robert somewhere else. With or without Delena Florent. But NOT TO THE WEDDING BED.]

You did what you had to do, and that's good. [There's a bit of approval there.] But do you love your wife, son?

[bruxisms]

[ ...you are going to be disappointed. sorry. ]

As much as any dutiful husband should.

[ read: not at all. ]

[motherbaratheon]

[Sigh. Son, look at you life, look at your choices. ]

That explains things, then. [Like you not giving her more grandchildren.] But, alas, at least you two have done a good job with your daughter. [by good she means no that bad.]

[bruxisms]

I do my duty as often as is necessary. [ why he feels the need to explain this, the world will never know. ]

I have attempted to do so. Shireen is a good child, despite the misfortunes she has suffered.

[motherbaratheon]

[Too much information, son. But she sort-of-understands what you mean.]
You, or your wife should find her companions of her age. It is not healthy for a child to grow without contact with boys and girls her age.

[bruxisms]

She took her lessons with my squire and Robert's son, for a time.

[ pause ]

Perhaps, once this war is over, I may do so.

[ if... he's not dead by then... ]

[motherbaratheon]

[You better survive.]
Forgive my language, but damn that bloody war and all the blood it's brought.
Ensure she's happy. She deserves it.

(ooc: I just sent the information to the scorched mods. Keeping fingers crossed!)