The discussions regarding my great-grandfather is... interesting to read. Of course, one shouldn't pay attention to rumors assumptions. Especially not about those whom can not speak up to defend their honor.

[Alas, he's incredibly amused by the idea that he wasn't the first Baratheon to fall in love with a knight.]

Now, I'd appreciate that this new tall tale (ha punny) has renewed your interest in myself. I'm bursting with excitement to see where it takes us. I need to get back and stretch my legs. Much yet to see and do.

Congratulations, you're both decades too late and a couple years too early.

[It's called "seasons". :| I'm in the process of a rewatch, okay?! It's a lot of content!]

Yeah, whatever... Look, if you're gonna break me out on a day like today, drinks are on you. I don't make the rules.

[You just did, though...]

I--I don't understand.

I've committed to dying for the Achaeans. I will gladly do so.

Why, then, do you insist on bringing me to some "game"? I don't do well with games; I never did.

For what purpose have I been summoned? It is not yet All Hallows' Eve.

....Though it is true that we can sense many lost souls around here — perhaps damned to wallow in their own despair, belonging to nowhere and no-one.

Is that it? Do you think we might help them find reprieve?

[ A pause, and he tilts his head lightly to the side as though listening to something before speaking again, knuckles taut within the skin of his gloves as he grasps the handle of his cane tightly, suddenly tense. The man draws in a slow, steadying breath. ]

....It wonders about the rules to this realm. It can tell that things are different. [ ... ] It lusts for more than one soul to claim. Do you now see why it is a danger for me to be conjured forth, here? I do not wish to harm the innocents of this realm. This.... "Dreamwidth."

Oi!

[ there’s a decidedly unimpressed scowl set firmly upon her brow, arms crossed and skinny hip cocked - all sharp angles and pointy edges. prickly and snarling and annoyed; perhaps a front to hide the discomfort of nerves simmering in her gut. ]

As much as I enjoy the thrilling adventure of being plucked from home and put in this… quasi-Globalsoftian database or whatever all this is. [ it rears up again : the chill of fear trickling down the back of her neck. she squashes it with a toss of her head and gnash of teeth.] Are you actually planning to do something with me or is this all a passing lark in the virtual bloody park?

[ a stomp of a booted foot to make her point. a beat passes. her arms unfold so her fingers can fiddle with the hem of her skirt.]

I don’t like to leave Gaz alone for too long. The boy is useless without me.