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I hope you don't expect me to wait upon you. You sympathize with my enemies and yet here you are before me, gaping like a half-wit and still so bold as to ask anything of me. I haven't the time for this.

Bother the Stark girl, not me, if this is all you wish to do.

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[Enjoy that saccharine smile just for you, Arya.]

And why should you be?

[Except that you're like really dumb not to be afraid.]

[Nope, not enjoying it. But she'll happily give her a different ear to ear smile?]

It's not funny.

What isn't, sweetling?

Don't call me that. [Gross don't mom at her.]

What would you prefer I call you then. Perhaps Lady Stark?

[Fine, will just bitch at you instead. >B|]

[girl you are gonna get cut B(] Don't be stupid. Though maybe you can't help it.

You think yourself clever, but you've hardly even lived yet, sweetling. [Fuck you, she will call you whatever she wants.] You would perhaps be surprised to know that what happened to your father, I find regrettable.

[...for tactical reasons because fuck Ned Stark, what an annoying twat.]

[no no no the only annoying twats here are Lannisters.]

You shut up about him.

There's that tongue again.

[She ain't bovvered, Arya.]

[will she be bovvered when she gets shanked? B(]

You think just because you're a queen, you're safe. You're not. No one's untouchable.

[TIS ONLY A FLESHWOUND.]

Of course not. I know how to protect myself. It's good to see that you learned something, sweetling. I would hate for all this to be for naught.

[You may yet last longer than Ned.]

I've learned how to see. How to lie. How to kill.

Don't call me sweetling. [Look at that ten/eleven/who the fuck knows how old she is anymore-year-old dropping her voice all dangerous like.]

Grow a few inches taller and I might. [Just gonna take a nice smug sip of wine.] And what has all of this amounted to for you?

[Huff excuse you she has been growing!!!!]

Learning to change my face. [bring it woman]

[Whatever you say, short stuff.]

And what good will that do you?

You can't protect yourself from what you don't know.

If you presume to know everything.

But you don't know anything.

And what do you know, sweetling?

[Oh you know what. Just gonna smack that glass of wine out of her hand.]

I know I'll kill you if you call me sweetling again.

[Gurl, say what you want, but do not come between Cersei and her wine. She grabs Arya roughly by the chin.]

You're almost as insolent as your lord father. I don't believe I need to tell you where that will lead you.

[And she shoves her away & hopes she lands on her ass >B|]

[SWIFT FOOT LIGHT FOOT SURE FOOT BITCH B( she stumbles a little but she stays standing, and looks like she is seriously thinking about launching at Cersei.]

I told you to shut up about him.

Then should I mention your traitorous brother instead, perhaps?

[them's fighting words.]

He wasn't a traitor! None of them were! [Arya you are supposed to be no one, this is not conducive...]

[oops, smug sense of superiority in 3...2...]

It appears you can't truly be no one, now can you?