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[halfhorse]

I am no Iron born girl, scribe. I haven't a need for your 'ships'. I do not need your nor Robert's delusions of me. I do not need any man's wishes. I am a Northerner, a Stark. I am no play thing, to be written as you see fit.

Robert is no king of mine.

If things are as you tell me though, there is little surprise in knowing his ruin befalls Westeros. I do not speak ill of him, simply that he does not know me. I should keep it that way.

I am content to stay here, to ride in the North.

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[nightwatcher]

A "Stark" you most certainly are to be so bold.

[halfhorse]

Do you question my name, my Lord? [Though his attire catches her eyes and she bows her head.]

[nightwatcher]

[ He arches his brow for a brief moment before chuckling at her reaction. ]

Considering you're as "wolf-blooded" as Brandon was, I don't dare question it.

[halfhorse]

'Was'? [She cants her head.] You speak of him like he once was.

[nightwatcher]

[ He does his best not to frown. ]

That--[ A brief pause. ] That was merely a mistake.

[halfhorse]

Do you think me that stupid? If you know something of my brother, you would tell me.

I...couldn't resist...

[starkbastard]

[Dark hair, grey eyes and a bold attitude: Jon instantly thinks of his youngest, dearest sister Arya. How could she had grown this much when he still was barely a man grown? But then the lady speaks of a King long dead as if the man is still alive and the boy can only be confused.]

You speak of King Robert as if he was still alive, my lady. How is that possible when he was laid to ground well before Winter came over the Seven Kingdoms?

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[halfhorse]

What is this with calling Robert Baratheon a king? That would make me his queen, and I would not wish it such. Not with King Aerys on the Iron Throne. Would not the crown pass to his son?

[Really, she is astounded.]

ilu2 (but not my inbox XDD)

[starkbastard]

[Jon looks back at the woman as she had suddenly grown a second head. All she speaks of never came to pass and for some reasons, it fills Jon with dread to tell her of it. There's a strange sense of familiarity to her, more than just the fact that she looks like an older version of Arya. Her face, he's seen it before, he can swear it, but he can not tell where he has.]

The Mad King...King Aerys was slain by one of his own Kingsguard the year of my birth. King Robert won the throne over the Targaryen family. Were you never told of this my lady?

[If she's truly a Stark, how can she not know of this. Better else, how does he not know of her?]

baby, I want all the threads

[halfhorse]

Then who was his queen if I were not beside him? [Not that she wants to be. At all.]

None have told me such things. I just last saw him at a tourney. But here is my younger brother a full man, and now you, my Lord, speak of strange things indeed.

You know I will give you all the threads ever <333

[starkbastard]

Cersei Lannister was the one that wed Robert Baratheon when he became King. [Though if the stories told were true, there was little love between the two of them. Just as Jon has little love for the Queen Regent.

The boy shakes his head] I am no Lord, my lady. Your younger brother? How many of you are there? [Gods, who's daughter is this? His father would not have hidden any of this trueborns: he loved his children, all of them, very much, he would have kept them close. His uncle Benjen took his vows in front of the same heart tree that he did and Jon believes the man to have honored them better than himself. And his last relative never had trueborns that were known of. This claim to his father's name seems far stretched now.]

[honor_of_winterfell]

[It is a face he had not thought to see, a voice he had missed hearing. The smile is watery around the edges of his eyes.]

Lyanna, as fiery as always my dear sister. Marriage is not a bane, it can turn out to be a wonderous experience.

[halfhorse]

And yet another brother aged? What magic this place must have. Old Nan would love it.

[Her smile is friendly until he speaks of marriage.] Perhaps for you, dear brother. But Robert would make for a faithful husband like I would for a happy wife. To give him little Lord Baratheons? I think not.

[before_his_ruin]

[He is just a little besotted here, don't mind that he is exactly what she accuses him of being, unfaithful.]

I am no King, I am warrior, made for battle not politics. Why is it you would not let me get to know you? I am not as terrible as the tales say.

[The rakish look probably alludes to he is worse than they say.]

[halfhorse]

Oh, worse. I am sure of it. [She crosses her arms.]

You do not know me, Robert Baratheon. I mean to keep it that way.

[before_his_ruin]

What proof have you My Lady? [Oh but he is not going to give up so easily Lyanna, Robert will just smile. If his chest puffs a little more so be it.]

Your family does not see it that way. Come now, Lyanna Stark, let loose some of that frozen northern honor and you might find I'm a bit of fun to be around.

[halfhorse]

They say there is a bastard in the Vale that would call you father. [What say you to that? She crosses her arms. There is so much more she would say to him, a fire in her eyes.]

We Northerners take our honor to heart.

[before_his_ruin]

I would say I am not the first man in Westeros rumored to have fathered a bastard before taking his wedding vows. [And he would care for any bastards he was aware of, most likely...]


Tell me about it, your brother is so honorable it's boring. I love the man as a brother, a truer friend I've never had, yet he can bore me to sleep with that stoic look of his. I do believe you got the life of the family blood line.

[the_true_dragon]

It is a pleasure to see you once more Lady Stark.

[halfhorse]

[She curtsies low for him.] Your Grace, it is always a pleasure.

[the_true_dragon]

[He bows in turn, Rhaegar's face remains soft, yet a bit melancholy around the eyes.]

Would it be a pleasure I could witness more often. It is also my hope that you enjoyed the recent Tourney.


[And his gift...]

[halfhorse]

To be honored such by you is too kind. I am sure your Lady wife was displeased though. [Though there was a soft smile upon her lips.]

The flowers were beautiful and your song was sung so sweetly. You have a gift, Prince Rhaegar.

[the_true_dragon]

It is no less than you deserved. [He looks down at that mention.] I am certain My Lady Wife, no you would be correct, she is none too happy with my decision. But such was my gift to give and it was your beauty which gave me strength during the Tourney, in your hands is where the gift should rest.


[He is a little less melancholy looking, though Rhaegar has always been said to be a saddened soul. He seems to have a spark here though.]

I am pleased to hear you say so Lady Stark, it is a passion of mine. I prefer the harmonies over the battles.

[know_nothing]

Aye. I'm content to stay in the North. It's my home, even if I'm not truly a Stark.

The South seems a strange, far away land.

[halfhorse]

Do not give me this not a Stark nonsense. [Not you, too.]

My father wants to marry me off, to live in Storm's End. I would miss the winters and the land. There is no place like the North.