----- Cesare Borgia -----I fucked your sister and I'd do it again, you miserable shit-stain.
----- Stephanie Brown -----[Knock knock, baby girl B)]----- Public but filtered from Lana -----[Drunk from I've Never? Definitely.]I've never fucked a princess.
But I'm still young.
[A laugh...]
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Come now, do not be cross. It is only a joke.
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What man is not susceptible to alcohol? Alayne, darling. If you are offended, I will make it up to you any way you wish.
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So ale brings out the truth. No, I would not say offended, Ezio-- you should not have to make it up to begin with.
[Her hopes for you, one of the few people she's managed to actually talk to. Though she does not consider herself a princess, and they have an understanding. It's more the light in which he is painting himself right now. A drunkard and a womanizer.]
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whoop whoop threadjacking
And you will cease such conduct immediately else you wish to be put to sword.
awww yeahh
By who? You?
hi ezio, lets be friends
yes pls
best of friends c:
I am Robb Stark, The Young Wolf, King in the North and of the Trident. And you, ser, dishonor Lady Alayne with your words. I will not stand for it.
yay B)
She stands for it and wishes no harm upon me. You would threaten her bannerman when she would not?
grey wind can come too
awww yeah
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It was kind of you to intercede. I believe he gets the point. Ezio-- Ezio knows more than perhaps he thinks. He has pledged his sword to me.
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Any who pledge their sword to you should not be speaking in this manner. [ He does not like it. He does not like the silent implications in his words that may or may not be there. Tis hard to tell, when his eyes and ears are covered by the protectiveness of a brother and a king. ]
His intentions taste ill, Sansa. I do not, nor would I ever, trust him with your protection.
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