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( When her image appears, she may immediately be recognizable to some. She is young, with healthy colour in her cheeks and a brightness in her eyes where not long ago there had been neither. )
Where I come from, there was an entire epoch in history where great heroes walked the land. One of my forebears, Durran Godsgrief took to wife the daughter of two deities of wind and sea. They rained down such a tempest upon the wedding party that Durran's family and guests all died.
One after the next, he built successfully larger castles to weather their grief. Until finally the seventh, built with the aid of either the Children of the Forest or Bran the Builder finally survived and withstood the gods' rage. He was known as Godsgrief ever after, for having caused them such a bother.
( She is wise enough now not to speak of Lann the Clever instead, as she assumes her secret must ever remain precisely that. Her green eyes hold the camera, as she tilts her head, effecting a thoughtful façade. )
The word 'hero' carries a different sort of weight here than what I am familiar with. Is it simply this world, or others? ( She wonders if hers is merely an anomaly. ) Is the definition of heroism someone with godlike powers in the songs and stories of your realm, or are some ordinary people who manage to accomplish great things?
( Myrcella is, for now, putting on the impression of wide-eyed curiosity to stem her panic at having not only been resurrected, but with the ability to maim others if this file is correct. Her features soften apurpose, and she gives a sweet smile to her audience. )
Thank you.
Where I come from, there was an entire epoch in history where great heroes walked the land. One of my forebears, Durran Godsgrief took to wife the daughter of two deities of wind and sea. They rained down such a tempest upon the wedding party that Durran's family and guests all died.
One after the next, he built successfully larger castles to weather their grief. Until finally the seventh, built with the aid of either the Children of the Forest or Bran the Builder finally survived and withstood the gods' rage. He was known as Godsgrief ever after, for having caused them such a bother.
( She is wise enough now not to speak of Lann the Clever instead, as she assumes her secret must ever remain precisely that. Her green eyes hold the camera, as she tilts her head, effecting a thoughtful façade. )
The word 'hero' carries a different sort of weight here than what I am familiar with. Is it simply this world, or others? ( She wonders if hers is merely an anomaly. ) Is the definition of heroism someone with godlike powers in the songs and stories of your realm, or are some ordinary people who manage to accomplish great things?
( Myrcella is, for now, putting on the impression of wide-eyed curiosity to stem her panic at having not only been resurrected, but with the ability to maim others if this file is correct. Her features soften apurpose, and she gives a sweet smile to her audience. )
Thank you.
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[As kind as that address is, it isn't appropriate to bestow on him. He was a bastard born and a rebel king, he didn't need to assume anymore airs than he already had. It felt like too much already.
It wasn't so much kindness as he knew what it was to learn there was family in this world.]
As well as it's possible at the ends of the realm.
[It's a lie, but he would say the same to any of his family. It was less a matter of trust and more his way.]
You were in Dorne, last I heard?
[She was dead last he heard, but he wouldn't be the one to say it.]
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( As he deserves, she thinks to herself. She, too, was bastard born into a noble family. Because she can't, won't give up that last shred of her life or betray her father's trust, she must then afford him the same respect she'd always received. Up until just before the end.
It does help immensely. To her, she views it as a kindness, still. )
Which I have read are very cold, among others things. But what of this place? Your family is here, my uncle tells me.
( They both dance around the truth now; Myrcella can feel it, but interprets it as nothing more than the same distant politeness she's given others.
And continues to, even at the mention of Dorne. A feat she's relieved for, given how sore the subject is. She nods her head. )
At the opposite end of the realm, yes. I was. For the most part, I enjoyed it there very much.
( Being betrayed as she had by those she had thought to be her friends being the lone exception. )
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It's not a shock that the Kingslayer gave her some warning about the number of Starks in the city. He had done the same when his family were brought in.]
Lord Stark and his lady wife are here, as are two of their children, Sansa and Robb. [As always, he discounted himself from the family.] Arya was here for a time, but she has returned home.
[He knew what toll death would have on a person. While he didn't know much about her, he could see there was something lacking from before. She had seemed happy in Winterfell, but so much had happened in that time.]
Away from King's Landing?
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So then little has changed from when they'd been little more than children. Somewhere inside, a deep sadness registers, and she sighs softly. )
You must be glad to have Lord Stark and Robb here with you. ( The last she'd heard, they all had been assassinated, much as she had. But for Jon, the younger boys and the two daughters. That shock is a thing she doesn't allow to register on her face. ) Then I hope she is well, wherever she finds herself now. Our world can be cruel.
( Almost automatically, she nods her head. )
Dorne. I was to marry Prince Trystane. Uncle Tyrion arranged it to keep me safe before Stannis invaded the capital.