[ He feels idiotic speaking into the "box". Do they take me for a fool? Of all the... Though, perhaps he was no longer in any position to be a skeptic. After everything else he had seen, was this truly so unbelievable
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[ Though he would not admit it, it comes as a shock when a face appears on the screen, though for a moment, he cannot quite place it. After all, who would expect a dead man from a distant House to be speaking to him through such a queer communication device as this?
Though as he studies the face more closely, he begins to place the face. Certainly, he had seen him at those absurd tourneys his brother had been so fond of hosting, though they had likely spoken little. What exactly would they have in common? ]
Prince Oberyn Martell.
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It would seem that the reports from King's Landing lie.
[ Unless... No. The thought of it was too absurd to fathom. ]
[He nods with a bit of a smirk. He knows of Stannis' stone face, or rumors at the very least, and the claims of his rightful place to the throne. Nonsense, all of it.
Though the comment of King's Landing makes him pause for a moment.]
[ Again, he studies the face for a moment. And, there was another sort of familiarity in the way he carried himself that brought to mind the young Lord Snow. Which could only mean...
But that was impossible. The Young Wolf was dead, just like all the others. His folly had left a north ravaged by krakens and ruled by the flayed man. This man couldn't be Robb Stark.
[ And there it is. All the confirmation he needs. Yet, it would seem that here... the impossible is quite possible.
Had he been another man, perhaps he would have made a plea to a God. Though something told him that be it to R'Hllor or the Seven, it would certainly fall on deaf ears. ]
You cannot be Robb Stark. He was murdered by the Freys in their own home some moons ago.
[ And if you are, it was your folly that brought the North to ruin. ]
[ You can almost hear the loathing in his voice as he spits the title. First, there were two dead men and now the Kingslayer that had made a fool out of his elder brother?
It was too absurd to be true. ]
Defending my kingdom.
[ While the pleas of the Night's Watch fell on deaf ears to the rest of those who would call themselves "king" ]
If you want to defend your kingdom, you'd best sail your way back to Dragonstone. It's all the kingdom you'll ever have, assuming my nephew and his council leave even that in your hands, in the end.
[ He expected it, but that doesn't stop him from grinding his teeth. Certainly, the war would be a difficult one to win. Though not impossible. Should he defeat the krakens and win the north... he may yet hold the Iron Throne in the end.
Especially with Lord Tywin Lannister dead. ]
I care little for the ploys of an eight-year-old boy and his mother. I do not expect that your dear sister fully understands the responsibilites of running a kingdom.
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[ The sight of her was shocking, to say the very least. He recalled when he was a lad, and his father had taken him to court. Yes, something about her said Targaryen.
Still, he pushes the notion to the back of his mind. They were all dead, or far across the Narrow Sea (or ailing old men serving as maesters for the Night's Watch). Yet if she is... It made little difference. It had to make little difference. When he speaks, his voice does not waver. ]
By the laws of the land, the throne is mine by rights. My elder brother was king before me, and he left no trueborn children. I have a duty to my realm.
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[ If he had not known it a few moments ago, he knew it now. She was a Targaryen. There was little doubt left in his in his mind (though her colouring should have given it away).
And she was but a girl. Did she too seek to hold the Iron Throne? Could the realm survive yet another claiment?
All the same, he felt as though he owed her at least a small courtesy. When he begins to speak again, he appears slightly uncomfortable. ]
Is that how the Beggar King told it, my lady? That I happily marched into battle behind my elder brother to overthrow your lord father?
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Though as he studies the face more closely, he begins to place the face. Certainly, he had seen him at those absurd tourneys his brother had been so fond of hosting, though they had likely spoken little. What exactly would they have in common? ]
Prince Oberyn Martell.
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It would seem that the reports from King's Landing lie.
[ Unless... No. The thought of it was too absurd to fathom. ]
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Though the comment of King's Landing makes him pause for a moment.]
What reports?
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[ News travelled slowly to the Wall, but the tale of such a fight had been told up and down the Kingsroad ]
Or so the tales go.
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[ he frowns, looking more troubled by the moment. ]
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Such things cannot exist. ]
It is a difficult tale to believe, ser.
Yet it remains the only tale.
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Lord Stannis.
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But that was impossible. The Young Wolf was dead, just like all the others. His folly had left a north ravaged by krakens and ruled by the flayed man. This man couldn't be Robb Stark.
The dead cannot walk again. ]
And who are you to deny your rightful King?
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Had he been another man, perhaps he would have made a plea to a God. Though something told him that be it to R'Hllor or the Seven, it would certainly fall on deaf ears. ]
You cannot be Robb Stark. He was murdered by the Freys in their own home some moons ago.
[ And if you are, it was your folly that brought the North to ruin. ]
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[And here you have that charming smile he's so known for. Though perhaps a bit sharper around the edges than normal.]
The Wall, was it? What in all the world would you be doing there?
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[ You can almost hear the loathing in his voice as he spits the title. First, there were two dead men and now the Kingslayer that had made a fool out of his elder brother?
It was too absurd to be true. ]
Defending my kingdom.
[ While the pleas of the Night's Watch fell on deaf ears to the rest of those who would call themselves "king" ]
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[wait for it...]
Lord Baratheon.
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[ He expected it, but that doesn't stop him from grinding his teeth. Certainly, the war would be a difficult one to win. Though not impossible. Should he defeat the krakens and win the north... he may yet hold the Iron Throne in the end.
Especially with Lord Tywin Lannister dead. ]
I care little for the ploys of an eight-year-old boy and his mother. I do not expect that your dear sister fully understands the responsibilites of running a kingdom.
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[And this one... Stannis? He is not Robert. He is not the Usurper. So she tempers her tone, and says only...]
It seems this city is overflowing with claimants to thrones, these days. How is it that you believe yourself rightful when they are not?
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Still, he pushes the notion to the back of his mind. They were all dead, or far across the Narrow Sea (or ailing old men serving as maesters for the Night's Watch). Yet if she is... It made little difference. It had to make little difference. When he speaks, his voice does not waver. ]
By the laws of the land, the throne is mine by rights. My elder brother was king before me, and he left no trueborn children. I have a duty to my realm.
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And she was but a girl. Did she too seek to hold the Iron Throne? Could the realm survive yet another claiment?
All the same, he felt as though he owed her at least a small courtesy. When he begins to speak again, he appears slightly uncomfortable. ]
Is that how the Beggar King told it, my lady? That I happily marched into battle behind my elder brother to overthrow your lord father?
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