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Post by Laena Pyre on Sept 25, 2019 20:24:41 GMT 1
Laena recognises the implied threat, but pays it no mind. Dogs bark, Lords philander, and Bloodraven makes ominous, vaguely threatening statements. She's tempted to point out that, as in the Cordwayner case, awareness of guilt does little good without the ability to prove it, but he always struck her as the type who took his shortfalls seriously, and he'd been good with providing her information, so there was no need to antagonise him. So, she plays the concerned sister.
"Careful, brother. That is a blade that can cut both ways. It doesn't take the greatest of military minds to realise that armies can move freer, with their enemy reacting slower, if the enemy is blinded. You have many who value you, yet how many would dare call you 'friend'? You may feel invulnerable, but as a man wiser, more cunning, and more well-versed in political arts than I recently told me, '*Everyone* is guilty of something if you look hard enough'. Meaning 'if you're motivated enough', and there are a number of *very* motivated people who look at you with malevolence." Her soft, serious tone is spoiled at the end by a smirk before she continues in an amused tone. "And without you, who will keep Lady Mya in check? With her both enraged and unleashed, we may prefer to just have a civil war to deal with instead."
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Post by Father on Sept 26, 2019 18:24:02 GMT 1
Bloodraven has a simple rule as far as that goes, those who are true friends of the king may rely upon him as a friend when they actually need one. Those who have treason in their hearts cannot expect Bloodraven to treat them any different than any other friend whom they happen to have betrayed. But there is a reason he is very careful about the food and drink he partakes in, and he can assure his concerned sister that he is very conscious about his own safety.
Without him, Mya might actually behave, no need to scuttle any efforts to have her married for political gain.
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Post by Laena Pyre on Sept 30, 2019 20:07:59 GMT 1
Laena snorts in amusement. "Now, there's an image to strike fear into the heart of the bravest man: a polite, demure Lady Mya." She chuckles, and shakes her head at the thought.
Something he said poked her brain. Not expecting an (honest) answer, she was bold enough to at least ask. "What of you? Might there be a political match in your future? It may be easier than finding one for her."
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Post by Father on Oct 1, 2019 22:33:18 GMT 1
"Was that an offer?" He doesn't exactly deliver the quips as effortlessly and charming as a few other of their siblings would have been able to do half asleep.
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Post by Laena Pyre on Oct 2, 2019 20:16:03 GMT 1
"Ha!" It may not have been smooth, but it was witty enough to get a smile on her face. "Sorry, brother. But I just don't feel like House Blackwood quite meets the standards House Starkwood would require." Her grin and sparkling eyes are not needed for the deliberate ridiculousness of her claim to be obvious. "You're all tree-worshipping heathens, after all." The absurdity of her prior statement works to mock the oft-repeated refrain regarding House Blackwood used by its detractors.
Deciding to not push the matter, she tries to finish things up. "Now, amusing and informative as this has been, I'm sure you have a thousand things and one to do, and you've spent quite enough time with someone who is, at best, a bit player in this Game we all play.
"As ever, should you wish to speak again, well.." she smiles. "I'm sure you'll know where I am."
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Post by Father on Oct 3, 2019 19:05:06 GMT 1
/scene
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