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006 ♕ video | action
[ For once, Alayne Stone — Sansa Stark to some already — does not greet the Tranquility with her usual politesse and poise. Where usually she would arrange herself carefully, hands folded and not a hair out of place, she sits in the frame of the picture lopsidedly and sideways, the whole of it shaking as the dull sound of a fist flat upon metal rings in the background. ]
Lady! Lady—! [ Alayne calls and the answer is a muffled howl, coupled with another bang and the indistinct sound of another voice. ] —Petyr, I—
—I will call for aid, just please— [ Another howl, more dire this time. ] —look to keep her calm.
[ Only now does the image right itself, Alayne's expression pinched with worry though she does her best to smooth her hair back (and with it, some of her fluster). Still, Alayne's speech is quick and worried. ] My dear Tranquility, I beg the question: is there no way to unlock the doors? No matter of mechantry or— or magic that may give us passage back to our rooms?
I was not mindful of the warnings made by others and— only thought to bring warm clothing to those unaccustomed to such bitter climes. But in doing so, I have made my room a cage for my guardian and my animals. [ Again, a howl pierces the air and Alayne flinches visibly. ] Lady howls to be so bereft of me. I am fearful she will harm him or the birds in frustration if salvation does not come quick. So please, I beg you: send aid, if there is any aid to send.
[ Off-screen that muted voice calls out, though it is unclear if it is meant as a response to Alayne's words. She turns when she hears it, reaching for the door, before the video cuts out again. ]
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[ ooc note; Alayne is locked outside her room at 003 » 005. Other people on the same floor are welcome to note/comment/investigate the sound of a very upset direwolf howling in one of the rooms. It probably sounds pretty disturbing since Lady almost never howls and she sounds equal parts sad and angry.
Action threads welcome, though Isaac Lahey has first dibs to take Alayne away to join her family. ]
Lady! Lady—! [ Alayne calls and the answer is a muffled howl, coupled with another bang and the indistinct sound of another voice. ] —Petyr, I—
—I will call for aid, just please— [ Another howl, more dire this time. ] —look to keep her calm.
[ Only now does the image right itself, Alayne's expression pinched with worry though she does her best to smooth her hair back (and with it, some of her fluster). Still, Alayne's speech is quick and worried. ] My dear Tranquility, I beg the question: is there no way to unlock the doors? No matter of mechantry or— or magic that may give us passage back to our rooms?
I was not mindful of the warnings made by others and— only thought to bring warm clothing to those unaccustomed to such bitter climes. But in doing so, I have made my room a cage for my guardian and my animals. [ Again, a howl pierces the air and Alayne flinches visibly. ] Lady howls to be so bereft of me. I am fearful she will harm him or the birds in frustration if salvation does not come quick. So please, I beg you: send aid, if there is any aid to send.
[ Off-screen that muted voice calls out, though it is unclear if it is meant as a response to Alayne's words. She turns when she hears it, reaching for the door, before the video cuts out again. ]
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[ ooc note; Alayne is locked outside her room at 003 » 005. Other people on the same floor are welcome to note/comment/investigate the sound of a very upset direwolf howling in one of the rooms. It probably sounds pretty disturbing since Lady almost never howls and she sounds equal parts sad and angry.
Action threads welcome, though Isaac Lahey has first dibs to take Alayne away to join her family. ]
private | 30 % encrypted (THANK YOU ROBB STARK)
Sansa Stark.
[ he cannot help but feel as though he should offer his assistance. yet...
a king protects his people or he is no king at all.
the words of a ghost, yet words he will never forget. ]
private | 30 % encrypted (LOOK AT YOU, BIG MAN)
Your Grace. I hope the gods keep you safe.
private | 30 % encrypted (ISN'T IT EXCITING ONE DAY THIS WILL BE 99 % ONE DAY ;o;)
There are gods and Gods, my lady, and it would seem to me that none of them have deemed it appropriate to aid those upon this vessel.
[ He perhaps wonders if he should show more devotion to his supposed God, yet he cannot quite bring himself to do so (and perhaps Melisandre would not thank him for it). ]
No doubt many have offered you aid.
[ and he would not add his own in needlessly. ]
Re: private | 30 % encrypted (then stannis will have something to teach alayne ;3;)
I have my life and my lord brothers — a meager, but happy morsel of the family taken from me by war. If it not work of the Gods, then happenstance smiles upon me. My hope is that it will smile upon you as well.
[ After a brief silence, Alayne finally lifts her gaze. Her eyes are large and as blue as a summer sky — Tully coloring. ] Many have offered the service of advice, though few have come to my aid. My brothers, of course, and a few young man of honor.
Do you look to extend a similar hand, Your Grace? It is not for me to assume.
private | 30 % encrypted (stannis is the worst teacher ever tho)
[ though, if truth be told, he would prefer that the girl speak her mind. he had never felt comfortable with such courtesies, even if they were kindly meant; but even so, such led to suspicion upon suspicion, Stannis Baratheon never being fully satisfied with softened words.
even so, he meets her gaze, his deepset blue eyes providing a contrast to her own. ]
A man once told me that a king protects his people, or he is no king at all.
[ he cannot help but frown. ]
As petty as such a thing is, you remain my subject.
[ for Robb Stark was dead, and this vessel would not change his state in Westeros. ]
private | 30 % encrypted (it's called bonding stannis JUST ROLL WITH IT)
Your Grace— [ Such is folly, she chides herself, but the words already sit there upon her tongue. ] Robb Stark is my king.
private | 30 % encrypted (Yeah well... no bonding for you after that)
Rpbb Stark.
[ he moves his teeth from side to side. ]
Tell me, my lady. Where is Robb Stark in Westeros, while the north bleeds, and your sister is sent to marry Ramsay Snow? Where was Robb Stark when the King-Beyond-The-Wall set his horde of Wildlings on The North?
private | 30 % encrypted (i thought you liked truthbombs, stannis)
Two masters look to serve her in this moment. The wolf of the North and the mockingbird of the Vale — should she sing, should she cry out? A moment passes, long and terrible, her cheeks burning red and her eyes watering, but still Alayne says nothing though her direwolf complains, a horrible chorus of die, die that she shuts her eyes against, but not her ears.
When finally, Alayne speaks, her voice is quiet and shivering. She should somehow lie, should bay for his blood, but no — what she gives his man, this Stannis Baratheon, is the truth. It feels awful in her mouth. ]
He was in the South, where he died. [ She blinks and tears run salt stains down both of her trembling cheeks. ] Coming to fetch me.
[ Another pause, longer this time, measured but still stained by tears. To Alayne's credit, she does not sob or gasp or gnash her teeth. (This is why we sing, she tells herself. For the truth is too terrible to speak.)
She then bows. Deep and low, her chin tucked in a gesture of obeisance. ]
Your Grace, if you wish me to bend the knee, I shall bend it. I continue shall pay you every respect and every courtesy, as I do now. But so long as Robb Stark lives and breathes aboard this ship, he will be the king of my heart.
[ Now she gasps, the air filling her lungs, her composure breaking slightly just as the video ends. Afterwards, Alayne holds her face in her hands and weeps, but not where Stannis, nor anyone can see, for these tears, Robb's tears are hers alone. ]
(not when it's a girl crying about a traitor :|)
He did not require love, would never require love, but Robb Stark had never been a king. Only a traitor. She could love him, but he could never be more than that.
But all the same, he says nothing. ]