xxiv. dictated

[immacolato]

[ The journal shows that it is indeed Lucrezia, but her voice is infinitely lighter, as if the weight of the world has been lifted from it and now her words can lilt more freely. ]

To the most gracious Cassandra Cain,

I was told you are kindly and most eager to help lost souls such as myself find my proper rooms at this certain Castle. Such that I would be grateful if you might ride fast to carry me away from this palazzo.

Perhaps my presence can bring you more joy than it has brought the master of this house, who does not seem entirely pleased by my interruption.

Most humbly,
Lucrezia Borgia

[ ooc; loss start! ]

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[immacolato]

Then we must put them to the test.

[wolfskin]

If that is your wish. I shall leave it up to you whether we meet or I speak these stories here.

[immacolato]

I must meet you. I cannot now even recall your face, dear friend.

[wolfskin]

Will the castle gardens suffice?

[immacolato]

Are the gardens beautiful?

[wolfskin]

They are. [ a beat. ] They are full of color.

[immacolato]

Then they must surely suffice.

[wolfskin]

The gardens then, I shall await you my lady.

[immacolato]

[ Asking the way to the gardens would break the spell and she would rather have him wait than ask. So wait he must if he would see her finally wandering into the gardens more than an hour after, dressed in light pink instead of her usual dark reds. She is noticeably slighter, and smiles come more easily to her face. ]

[wolfskin]

[ robb wears his usual dark leathers, easily spotted amongst the garden of flowers. when he sees her his eyes widen, surprise writing itself all over his face. her voice was certainly softer than usual, yet he was not properly prepared for the sight of her ─ so much younger, much like the maid of his story he told her some time go.

part of him is glad that grey wind is out hunting (made a kill, he has the faint taste of copper on his tongue) for the direwolf would give her a fright were he by robb's side.

when she approaches he bows. ]

My Lady Lucrezia.

[immacolato]

[ Her gaze doesn't recognize him at first even if she has her suspicion, only she didn't think he would be so handsome. Still she giggles at his bow, giving him a rather awkward curtsy in return.

Lucrezia hasn't yet learned the fluid grace of her later years. ]

My lord.

[wolfskin]

[ he bites back a smile, an awkward curtsy to be sure but one full of innocence. it amazes him truly and apart of him cannot help but wish she remains as such forever. ]

Please, call me Robb.

[immacolato]

Robb. Call me Lucrezia.

[ She grins, reaching out a hand for him to take so she can lead him over to the shade of a tree where he might tell his stories. ]

[wolfskin]

If that is what you wish.

[ he hesitates at first before taking her hand, allowing her to lead him towards the shade of the tree. ]

[immacolato]

[ She bites back her grin as she leads him along, slipping her hand away only so she can arrange her skirt when she takes a seat. ]

I am fond of tragedy too, as long as they are only stories.