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"Dark Wings, Dark Words"

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[northerndragon]

Jane. It looks like we'll be going to a party at House Khah. Will you go with us?

[The misspelling is deliberate.]

[widow_of_the_crag]

You want me to go too?

[northerndragon]

I do. I think it might help. If you don't want to boast, hold your head high and act like you're too good to talk to them. Can you do that?

Gods know I don't want to boast, but I want this mission to fail even less than that. This is all why we did what we did at Gallipoli.

[OOC: Also, if she's going, hit up this poll ASAP!]

[widow_of_the_crag]

[He can't know how flattering it is to hear that. For most of this mission, she had been left feeling sorry for herself, reminded of how little she offered COST to begin with. Knowing she could be part of a mission and be of some use, it bolstered her confidence.]

I can. I could find something to boast about. Does it have to be my own accomplishments? I haven't done very much that could count, except marrying Robb. That could work, I think?

It will be strange to hear you boast. I don't think I have ever heard any Stark boast.

[northerndragon]

Big talk doesn't matter. What matters is what a man can do. But big talk seems to matter enough to these spiders.

I don't know what you should boast of — what would work best. Tell them what Robb could do in battle. Tell them he was your consort.

Don't tell them how he died. I think they might approve of the trap he fell into.

[widow_of_the_crag]

These spiders seem more interested in appearances and the idea of power rather than anything else. Will they even notice me this time? They usually ignore me.

No, I would never tell them how Robb died. His death isn't their concern. There are other things to say about him. How he never lost a battle, how brave he was, how handsome.

You must have a number of things you could tell them. You are king now.

[northerndragon]

I have things I could tell them. I think they'll like the story of how my sister and I took back our home.

[He does, and he doesn't. The pride in what they accomplished with blood and sweat is balanced a little by the knowledge of how, bit by bit, a beast he hadn't quite known was in him had taken over.]

I am a king and I'm not. I bent the knee to someone, but she doesn't seem to think it matters. If I'm not, I still hold the North.

If they ask why you didn't win the battles yourself, tell them — tell them women don't lower themselves to fighting, that it's men's work. Tell them he did it for you. It must be true in some ways. But you have to use a different name, you can't use the true one. Robert West is as good as any.

[widow_of_the_crag]

That is a good story, but I have never heard all of it. I might have to listen, but I will try to believe I am above everyone.

[She didn't know very many details about his relationship to Daenerys, only that there was something between them and they were allies. That he bent the knee, that was a surprise to her.]

She wants you to be her equal.

I don't know if he did it for me, but I can say that he did. Robert West? No, I don't want him to be connected to my name like that. Better he be yours. He deserves better than my family, even if it is a fake name.