[ One of the very, very last indeed. And yet, here it...sits? Frowning slightly, she taps out a response. These devices are much faster than a raven, that much is certain.]
I see.
[ She doesn't see. At all. ]
Where would you like to meet?
[She can be gracious. She has manners. He's probably not used to those. ]
It troubles me that our last meeting might have left our hosts disturbed. Our departure was unseemly. And I know how your House cares for honor. Wolf and fish alike.
[so that's SOMETHING like manners anyways. She's probably not used to that. Be courteous, he thinks to himself. But it is hard to resist.]
[ Is that an olive branch? They did not exactly part on the best of terms, what a shock. But she is willing to perhaps take things at simple face value, for the moment. ]
It is true that we were not on our best behavior.
[ She will allow that. It is not seemly to lose one's temper. And not in public, either. ]
I will meet you there, then. And I will do my best to keep the claws away.
Now, that would be a rare courtesy. And one I would ask you to mete out slowly. Too much courtesy and I might die of shock.
[How often has someone of House Stark swatted at him? Quite often. Occasionally bloodied him. And yet, as Jaime had reminded the Lady Stark at their last meeting, he is the one still living, maimed and all.
Myrcella had often spoken of peace in the time that she was in this country. She is nothing like her mother at all. Nothing like her father, either.]
I suppose we will see how true your courtesy is after the hour is up.
Pray remember to keep a civil tongue in your head, and I will do the same. This is like to be some jest of the gods, to continually put us in arm's reach. No doubt to see who gives in first.
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Date: 2017-08-08 10:06 pm (UTC)Lady Stark. I will be in your city after the noon hour today. There is a matter which I would speak with you about.
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Date: 2017-08-08 10:24 pm (UTC)I see.
[ She doesn't see. At all. ]
Where would you like to meet?
[She can be gracious. She has manners. He's probably not used to those. ]
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Date: 2017-08-08 10:36 pm (UTC)It troubles me that our last meeting might have left our hosts disturbed. Our departure was unseemly. And I know how your House cares for honor. Wolf and fish alike.
[so that's SOMETHING like manners anyways. She's probably not used to that. Be courteous, he thinks to himself. But it is hard to resist.]
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Date: 2017-08-08 10:47 pm (UTC)It is true that we were not on our best behavior.
[ She will allow that. It is not seemly to lose one's temper. And not in public, either. ]
I will meet you there, then. And I will do my best to keep the claws away.
[Was that a joke? ]
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Date: 2017-08-09 06:48 pm (UTC)[How often has someone of House Stark swatted at him? Quite often. Occasionally bloodied him. And yet, as Jaime had reminded the Lady Stark at their last meeting, he is the one still living, maimed and all.
Myrcella had often spoken of peace in the time that she was in this country. She is nothing like her mother at all. Nothing like her father, either.]
I suppose we will see how true your courtesy is after the hour is up.
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Date: 2017-08-10 12:49 pm (UTC)[that sounds mildly ominous.]