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“The Red Keep.” Dalton nodded, everyone wanted to take him to the Red Keep. There was nothing fun there and he knew it. Despite the fact that he knew he had to go there eventually it wasn’t what he really wanted to do. The keep offered no excitement, “You find the keep exciting?” he raised an eyebrow at her, “Are you not from somewhere grand yourself?”

Some small part of her regretted the offer longing to stare out at the horizon some more, to dream of the possibilities as she used to do. But in that time she was a child, now she was grown and should be a woman of her word. “Oh yes, my lord! terribly so.” she answered beginning to retrace her steps. “Well Tarth is not so very grand but it isn’t not grand” she continued hesitantly unsure if she was speaking sense.

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*.:｡ ✧( FREYA MAVOR, TWENTY, SHE/HER ) a little bird told me that they have seen ELSPET OF TARTH roaming the capital, the lady of TARTH, and loyal to HOUSE TARTH, HOUSE CARON & HOUSE HIGHTOWER. there have been whispers that they’re gentle & caring. however, some would say that they’re damaged & irresponsible. may the old gods and the new gods be watching over them !

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With one glance back at his ship Dalton laughed to himself, a true ship made the decorated boats that sat in Kings Landing look like toys. “It took a murder for the Iron Born to make land here, hasn’t happened in now long?” The invitation had come of course, he’d ignored it. They could keep their city, his people belonged on the sea. But the sound of murder had reached his ship, that he couldn’t ignore. “I’ve sailed all this way, someone point me in the direction of something… better than this shit.”

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With her blonde curls and blue eyes, Elspet seemed almost the picture of innocence. Almost. The perfect innocent lady wouldn’t abscond off to the docks in a rare moment of home sickness, but most ladies weren’t raised on an island. “I do not know, my lord” she answered with a respectful bow of her head. “I’m afraid I was never the most attentive of students.” LIE Her father had never given a care to her education beyond pawning her off on a half blind septa. “I could show you to the red keep, perhaps?” she offered with a kind smile.

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❛ ————— yes, my lord, you have every right to be furious. ❜ very much like a MOUSE cornered by a feline, meera instinctively shrinks back into the depths of discomfort & fear. the man hovering above is twice her size, ember eyes bleeding with accusation, one that she can only plead not guilty of. he doesn’t believe her. why should he ? meera is naught but a common handmaiden — no royal blood coursing through her veins; just tainted blood. ❛ but i swear on my LIFE. please…… i beg of you. ❜

Angry words where like a dog whistle to Elspet, as some of the only words her father shared with her she could never block them out, not even when directed at another. "My Lord, kindly leave the lady alone!" she snapped in a rare show of aggression, positioning her self between the brute and the girl. She did not recognise him, nor anything about him, gods know he was probably of a higher rank. she dared to turn her back on him and towards the girl "are you alright?" she asked with a gentle smile.

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