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[throwne]

This is quite a craft.

( the attached voice is feminine, ~*~dark~*~, and colored with an impossible to place (vaguely russian, but... not......) high fantasy accent! she also sounds just slightly detached from current proceedings ― like this pants shittingly terrifying transdimensional jaunt is something she's observing from an outsider's perspective, not her own. )

Not to my tastes, I'm afraid; a man could shred himself on this architecture, and your Tranquility exudes anything but. Still, I'm certain it could be worse. ( KNOCK KNOCK. this is someone rapping their knuckles on some sort of metallic surface. ) She's quite sturdy. Better a well built mausoleum than the alternative.

( hardy har. a beat. )

Your guides mention hostile creatures, but not the breed. I would hear of them, if you'll indulge me; their appearance, their behavior, where they roam, how often they've been seen.

Call it grim curiosity.

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[northerner]

[ westeros goes hard yo. ]

Everyone expects too much of their rulers. Is it not so in your world?

[throwne]

Vöng only expects hers to drop dead, preferably soon. I can't speak with certainty for any other nation.

[ spoken as if this is totally normal. ]

[northerner]

Then such a ruler must be a poor one, if the people long for a swift death.

[throwne]

Poor is a matter of perspective. Do you value the love of your people, or do you value the most effective course of rule?

One almost always excludes the other, I've found.

[northerner]

Surely there is a way to appease both.

[ can you tell he's new at this i'm p sure you can tell. ]

[throwne]

[ SWEET SUMMER CHILD. ]

The marriage of kindness and conquest is, as my husband would say, a tale told at the tit. You'll be famous for your kindness and nothing else, a domineering tyrant who tramples all in his path, a miserable failure, or entirely unremarkable; those are the only paths available to you, Regent of Westeros, as they have been with us all.

[ except for those charismatic dbags who had to be better than everybody else, alexander the great. ]

But your Westeros is not my Vöng. My people demand war of me, and then demand my blood when I take their firstborn sons to fill the ranks; perhaps your subjects can be reasoned with, and these things are different in your land.

[ #DOUBT TBH. ]

[northerner]

[ THE SWEETEST TBFH ]

Maybe. I would not know, but there have been many kings, and some are still sung of. Surely if one takes the right tact they can achieve such love.

[ but don't ask robb how the fuck that happens. ]

[throwne]

Do they sing of your father?

[ this is straight up 200-proof don't give a fuck going down rn. ]

[northerner]

My father was no king.

[ surprise yo robb ain't no purebreed ]