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.

[antlered]

I pity any smallfolk saddled with you, My Lady.

[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]

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

[country_matters]

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

[country_matters]

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

[cantcurecunts]

I don't think you can get me here, your grace. It's gotta be the best thing about being here.

[ladysarmour]

Surely she means no disrespect, Your Grace.

[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.

[country_matters]

Surely you know how these muns are, little dove.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

They say you only take your brother's.

[country_matters]

[Her brother is virtually the only one she doesn't take advice from, just...you know, something else.]

[Okay, she doesn't actually take advice from anyone else, but still.] I do not take advice from my brothers. One is a fool and the other a wretched imp. Any more clever observations?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She wasn't really talking about advice, but that's okay. Arya lets herself smile, just a little, at the corner of her mouth.]

The kingsguard can't protect you everywhere.

[country_matters]

There's more than one way to be protected, girl.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

You can't fuck a knife. Your Grace.

[country_matters]

[She wasn't expecting that. And it actually makes her laugh. It's funny how this girl thinks she could possibly pose a threat.] No, I can't. That's why you seek men to deal with the knives, little she-wolf.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She doesn't like being laughed at; Arya can't grow up fast enough. She wants the people she threatens to BE threatened.] She-wolves don't need men to deal with their knives. Mine's plenty sharp.

[country_matters]

A wolf pup should know better than to trifle with a lioness. Grow the rest of your teeth first and we'll see what you can do.

[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.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

The wolf-pup has all its teeth while the old lioness' are falling out. ['You're old' is the most timeless insult ever, yep.] You won't even recognize me when I slit your throat.

[That makes her a little sad.]

[country_matters]

I look forward to seeing you try.

[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.