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[turncloak]

Not Theon Greyjoy, but a device made to mimic his sweet words. If you're soliciting goods, I've got no interest, unless you're a lady and they're yours by birth. If you're from Westeros you'll have better luck trying to send a raven. Bar the obvious exceptions. But this message is long enough — time for yours.

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[turncloak]

[ ABRUPT TOPIC CHANGE. ]

I...

[ Yes. ]

What use have you for my allegiance? Targaryen is the true queen of Westeros.

[ Which isn't actually an answer to the question, but he's sullen with long weeks of only anger, decided already that the gesture was an idiotic, vulnerable one and he should keep his cards closer to his chest. ]

But you can keep the sword.

[northerner]

The note had more worth than the sword.

[ which is why robb keeps it still, safely tucked away to examine late at night when memories keep him from sleep. ]

[turncloak]

You never said so.

[northerner]

I was younger then.

[ and the cut of betrayal was something still intangible and far off, beyond his comprehension. it had been so easy to put the thought of it aside. ]

But I say it now.

[turncloak]

[ He wants to say too late as cruelly as he can, but it isn't at all, and he ducks his head. ]

Would you accept it, then? Is that what this is?

[northerner]

Yes.

[ his voice is quiet, steadier than it has any right to be. ]

[turncloak]

Well then.

[ He's not retracted it, so as turbulent with confusion as he is, that seems settled. ]

[northerner]

You have my forgiveness, if you still desire it.

[ the north remembers. robb can never forget, but he can offer this, this smallest of things. ]

[turncloak]

[ A little toneless. ]

Careful, Stark, or you'll make me weep, and then I'll have to feather you before you tell anyone.

[northerner]

I had not realized you'd grown so sentimental.

[ robb speaks softly, almost wistful, even if he is jesting. ]

[turncloak]

Fuck off.

[northerner]

It was naught but a jest.

[turncloak]

[ Theon is a serious boy. ]

And I'm not actually crying.

[northerner]

And that is a relief to hear.

[ why is this more awkward man robb's life. ]

[turncloak]

[ kanye shrug ]

Does this mean I have to make nice with your family?

[ Though he's been doing all right with Lord Stark and Sansa. ]

[northerner]

I would like it if you were, but I'd settle for you simply refraining from aggravating them.

[turncloak]

I'm not certain anything but my absence will manage that.

[northerner]

You managed it once before.

[ you know, way back in the day. ]

[turncloak]

Your lady mother was scarcely content with my presence even then...

[ A pause, feeling a little hard done by. ]

I'll try.

[northerner]

I will speak to her. And to my lord father as well.

[ who knows how that will turn out. ]

Thank you.

[ sincere. ]