[ Hearing the name Alayne in his voice is so surreal, it takes her another long moment to respond. It must be even stranger to him, and the fact that he's so willing to do it makes her feel guilty. What would it have been like, if they had been closer as children? She'd never given him much of a chance, and now...now she couldn't even call him 'brother'.
Fingers curling as they slowly droop back down to her lap, her eyes lower to the red painted on her palms. She'd forgotten to hide them, all because of her stupid emotions. Like a child.
Alayne's jaw stiffens and her hands fold tightly in her lap before she glances back towards him, control once more guiding her through. ]
It doesn't matter. [ He can't know what the reality of her false identity here entails... No doubt it would upset him. He doesn't deserve that... He doesn't deserve any of this. For her stupid mistakes, she probably does deserve it. ] The Witches of Bessis insist on it, but it's merely for ceremony that will never happen. I'm merely doing as asked, like you.
[ She ought to be more giving, in order to soften him and pull out the information she wants. It's harder to play Jon like Littlefinger taught her to play others. She doesn't...want to.
What she wants is to learn what useful information he was told to tell Wrath and Wen Qing, but she can dig for that later. There's far too much to unpack, still, from their own histories. How much time has passed for him since seeing her? If he's from the future, and she'd believe it after surviving here, then what does he know? She's afraid to ask. The fact that he's already spread such strange lies about being a king to strangers leaves her unsure of how to approach the matter, but she can relate to hiding behind a different identity. ]
This place is just like the Red Keep, if...magic truly existed. If the dead could truly walk again, and monsters were more than just kings and queens fighting over a throne. Here, all the frightening tales from our childhood have come true.
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Fingers curling as they slowly droop back down to her lap, her eyes lower to the red painted on her palms. She'd forgotten to hide them, all because of her stupid emotions. Like a child.
Alayne's jaw stiffens and her hands fold tightly in her lap before she glances back towards him, control once more guiding her through. ]
It doesn't matter. [ He can't know what the reality of her false identity here entails... No doubt it would upset him. He doesn't deserve that... He doesn't deserve any of this. For her stupid mistakes, she probably does deserve it. ] The Witches of Bessis insist on it, but it's merely for ceremony that will never happen. I'm merely doing as asked, like you.
[ She ought to be more giving, in order to soften him and pull out the information she wants. It's harder to play Jon like Littlefinger taught her to play others. She doesn't...want to.
What she wants is to learn what useful information he was told to tell Wrath and Wen Qing, but she can dig for that later. There's far too much to unpack, still, from their own histories. How much time has passed for him since seeing her? If he's from the future, and she'd believe it after surviving here, then what does he know? She's afraid to ask. The fact that he's already spread such strange lies about being a king to strangers leaves her unsure of how to approach the matter, but she can relate to hiding behind a different identity. ]
This place is just like the Red Keep, if...magic truly existed. If the dead could truly walk again, and monsters were more than just kings and queens fighting over a throne. Here, all the frightening tales from our childhood have come true.