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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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[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. ]