sortof a voice test maybe?

[country_matters]

For pity's sake, you mewling child. If you fear me so, then leave me be. Entertain yourself with my dear brother, as you've been so fond of the last few months. Oh, forcing him from my side is no longer amusing to you? What a shame.

Think long and hard before you consider sending me anywhere, girl. You would be a fool to treat carelessly with me.

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[cantcurecunts]

I honestly think nothing can scare these people. Not even you.

[Added on as an after-thought.]

Your Grace.

[country_matters]

[Oh goodie. The wretch's hired sword. She glares for a long moment for that lack of proper respect, before speaking.]

More fool they.

[cantcurecunts]

Yes, more fool the people from a different plane, who've managed to take us from the country we hold dear.

[Impetuous smirk.]

A brilliant deduction, your grace.

[country_matters]

You are truly begging for your head on a spike, aren't you?

[antlered]

I pity any smallfolk saddled with you, My Lady.

[country_matters]

[Tone and carriage perfectly courteous:] And the same to you, Queen Renly.

[antlered]

[Renly frowns at that, for only a second, before returning to being smug.] Is that jealousy I hear in that shrill voice of yours?

[country_matters]

[Juuuust laughing. You're funny, Renly.]

[upheld]

[ oh. Jaime's sister, obviously.

Why is she talking to her, talking to regular people is already hard. But a queen. ]

They do not listen much at all. If ever.

[country_matters]

That is plain. I've been cooped up here for some time.

[ladysarmour]

Surely she means no disrespect, Your Grace.

[country_matters]

Surely you know how these muns are, little dove.

[ladysarmour]

I do, and I know she loves me dearly and wishes me to have every happiness. It only follows naturally that yours would wish the same for you.

[country_matters]

[That very nearly makes her laugh. Instead, her lips only quirk into a condescending smile.]

Perhaps you are blessed with an uncommonly kind mun. [This tone says "but I doubt it."] Most are not nearly so caring. [Cersei strongly suspects this mun is just fooling Sansa into believing so while plotting evil things, and she hates Sansa a little for falling for it...because once Cersei might have fallen for it too.]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I know a place you could go. [DANGER, DANGER WILL ROBINSON :C]

[country_matters]

And the little animal makes an appearance. I'm unlikely to take your advice, girl.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

They say you only take your brother's.

[wont]

[ Now doesn't she look like a girl the queen once knew? Only her manner is different, her carriage more confident; only she is taller and her hair is brown and she wears a mockingbird at her throat. ]

Your titles will mean nothing, wherever she sends you, Your Grace. Nor will your Lannister gold. [ Alayne adopts a regretful tone and, unlike the song of Sansa Stark, her words do not sound nearly as hollow or false. ] A true regret, to be sure.

[country_matters]

[That is Sansa Stark's face, the queen would know it anywhere. But her hair is wrong and...well, she's older. Baelish did have his little obsession with Tully women, did he not? And Sansa was always the image of her mother, only more beautiful.]

[Well. It's not hard to make hair brown.] I have heard as much, little dove.

[wont]

[ Alayne bristles at such an endearment, but she turns it inwards where the queen cannot see. Still, she fears the queen's gaze; Cersei had said — often and loudly and with a kind of cruel satisfaction — Sansa was a stupid girl (and Alayne, smarter and wiser now, cannot help but agree).

She dips in a bow, remembering past courtesies and folds her hand in a way reminiscent of her father (obsequious, her chin low but her eyes raised). ] And your intentions, if she chooses to send you nevertheless? How will you intend to punish that which you cannot see nor grasp?

[thelonewolf]

No one would want you.

[country_matters]

Said the lonely little wolf girl with no family left to search for her.

[thelonewolf]

You're going to know what it's like, soon. Nobody cares about you or your stupid family.

[facechanging]

A woman goes where she must.

[country_matters]

If she truly must.