[Rhaenyra will find two boxes outside her door. Kelson has not signed it, but instead sealed both with red sealing wax with the signet of Gwynedd, a rather familiar lion, rampant guardant. Inside one box is a set of two stilettos. Inside the other, is a box of cookies, should the thought of bloodshed make her peckish.]
There are no crowns, titles or favors to be won here, yet you still wish to cultivate? You continue to surprise me, Your Majesty.
It should come as no surprise, but I do not fear danger. My brother insists on teaching me to use the blade and waking at dawn to do so. I have yet to decide his fate.
My roommate lives elsewhere on the grounds, I can do what I will with his half of the room.
I cultivate because I have been given no choice. Back home I have been forced to retake one of the crowns I hold, in addition to holding another I do not even wish too.
I do not foresee any circumstances changing here, do you Your Grace?
My sympathies on your lack of sleep. Perhaps your new set of stilettos will help your brother sleep in a little longer. But at least he cares to teach you and does not view you as an ornamental doll.
If you do wish to learn different techniques, I would be more than happy for a practice partner.
Perhaps our future holds more walks around the market. To fill the other side of your room with weaponry.
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text | un: visenya
I prefer cake. [ Not quite a jest, she will enjoy them all the same. ]
Is this to make up for the fact that you were unimpressed with the quality of the ring I chose for you?
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The quality of the ring was so fine I would have hated to damage it.
In all truth I have made few friends here who might be worthy of gifts. I merely wish to cultivate those who are.
And our esteemed hosts seem to have a predilection for throwing us in rather dangerous situations.
Everyone deserves to be able to defend themselves.
I rather thought an entire armory might be too much for a first gift.
Nor would it fit in your room.
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Do you intend on going into battle with it?
There are no crowns, titles or favors to be won here, yet you still wish to cultivate? You continue to surprise me, Your Majesty.
It should come as no surprise, but I do not fear danger. My brother insists on teaching me to use the blade and waking at dawn to do so. I have yet to decide his fate.
My roommate lives elsewhere on the grounds, I can do what I will with his half of the room.
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I cultivate because I have been given no choice. Back home I have been forced to retake one of the crowns I hold, in addition to holding another I do not even wish too.
I do not foresee any circumstances changing here, do you Your Grace?
My sympathies on your lack of sleep. Perhaps your new set of stilettos will help your brother sleep in a little longer. But at least he cares to teach you and does not view you as an ornamental doll.
If you do wish to learn different techniques, I would be more than happy for a practice partner.
Perhaps our future holds more walks around the market. To fill the other side of your room with weaponry.