Homeless; he just won't shut up.

[staggered]

Finally my lady. I had begun to lose heart; to think that you had forgotten me or worse, forsaken me. Cast aside as one of your other dolls upon strings.

But I am a far more fetching doll, don't you think? And I do dance so well. [ A handsome smile accompanies his words. ]

Sweet lady, it grieves me to beleaguer you so, and yet I fear I must, for how can a song be heard if it's chorus is silent? We will treat together, you and I. Make no mistake of that.


[[ooc; Mun has only just finished reading A Clash of Kings and would appreciate no spoilers for beyond there, thank you. ]]

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[comeliness]

[ Her smile is so finely practiced that it bares no sheen of insincerity and comes with almost a carelessness to how easily it finds her features. ] Come now, Your Grace, [ she chides with good humor. ] You are a fine many things, but a doll is certainly not among them.

[staggered]

My sweet Margaery. [ His smile is simple and sincere when he addresses her. ] What is a King but a man who must dress to impress a part? A doll may change it's clothes as a king must shed a cloak, armour, a silken shirt.