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stoneyshireen:

Shireen turned and quietly tossed a coin to the man only to be rewarded by silence. “He possibly simply wanted your money”

“perhaps,” dacey commented, tone clearly still a displeased one. “he’s not getting any from me, though.” her friend had been always been too kind, and she would have been too, if not for the way he had looked at her before singing the line ‘the bear! the bear!’. she thought she had been patient enough. “you’re too kind.” she grumbled.

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stark-inthenorth:

Robb couldn’t help the slight curl of his lips when he overheard the threat. “Has the impending battle left you ill-disposed to music, my lady?”

she shot a glare in his way, battleaxe still on her lap and anger boiling inside of her, “you know why, he’s going on with that song.” a pause, “i hate that song.”

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j-nsnovv:

Jon spun around at the sound of her voice as his gaze dropped to the weapon she was sharpening. “I do apologise, my lady. I didn’t realise anyone was around.”

“at least you knew better than the others--” she frowned, glancing up from her battleaxe before she stopped short in her sentence. “jon!?” a tone of surprise indeed, seeing as how the last time she had visited robb, she had heard jon was taking the black. battleaxe left aside, dacey almost leapt forward, arms thrown around him with excitement and partly relief. he had always been a brother to her, and she had known of his situation better than most, considering her birth status as a bastard, too. except jon had always had it much harsher than she had. “thought i’d never see you again”

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“Do you always act so rash?”

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“it’s that tune shireen,” she replied in a snapping tone, not quite at the girl who was speaking to her but the man who was still going on with it. “he’s singing about the bear and the maiden and i swear he was looking at me.”

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violet--allyria:

With a tilt of her head, Allyria addressed the younger woman, “Then perhaps you should cover your ears or ask politely, hm?”

“he picked the wrong tune for the wrong crowd” dacey responded before she took a glance over at the lady speaking to her, realising who it was. “my lady” the snarl in her tone no longer as she greeted softly albeit a tad awkwardly, considering how, after all, the former lord of one of her house strongest allies was the (rumoured) cause for what had happened to ashara and arthur dayne. 

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ladyofblackwood:

“I’m sorry my lady, I didn’t think anyone would mind while I worked.”

“oh, no, you have a lovely voice, just...anything but that song.” 

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Joffrey, in all honesty, couldn’t quite figure out what, exactly, had offended and annoyed him the most. The sound of the man’s voice in front of him, or the snarl of the girl from behind. It wasn’t often that Joffrey left the Red Keep. Most of the time, he kept well within safety, but with Hound at his back – there really was no reason to worry, and all the reason to walk through King’s Landing and see villagers rush to move aside for their king. Five minutes into the walk, he already had one drunkard knelt on the stone in front of him, at this point half sobbing out the vulgar song he’d been singing to his friends just moments prior. “While I do agree…” Joffrey turned in the slightest, wondering just how his icy gaze would affect her – he hoped it would do so greatly. Joffrey had been thinking of cutting the mans throat and being done with it, but who was she to say such a thing in front of the King? “I suggest you remember who you are, and who I am. I could quite easily make your throat regret it just as much as his.” Joffrey snarled back to her. He hoped he did so more intimidatingly than she had.

“Don’t test me.” 

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golden-haired, clad in colours anyone would’ve recognised from afar and the guards that never seemed to be a step too far behind of the boy, dacey knew exactly who this was. aside from the question of what he was doing here, outside of the red keep, she realised this would’ve been their first encounter. 

she had heard a great many things about him, oh, she’d definitely have. cruel and ruthless boy, the words were. not to mention he had ordered for the beheading of the (former) warden of the north, a man she had looked up to for the honourable things he had done and the kindness he had shown her on more than one occasion. she would’ve swung that battleaxe -- now sharpened -- over his neck before the guards could stop her. 

but if anything she had always been taught that there was a time for everything, and above all, of patience. so she smiled, folding an arm behind her back with her battleaxe in the same hand as she rose from her seat, bending in a little curtsy. 

“my apologies, your grace, it was mindless of me to not have noticed your grand presence. how did you enjoy the song, though?” an attempt in directing his attention to the man who had been singing the one tune that had always managed to tick her off, her gaze on the man who seemed to have started to realise something wasn’t quite right. 

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“one more note of that song and your throat will regret it.” dacey comments with a quiet snarl, gaze on her battleaxe while she works to sharpen it.