aye, the beast the size of most lord’s castles? certainly.
𝒏𝒐, but ‘tis a funny thought nonetheless. much is needed in these times…though i suppose you are not a humorous lot.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤi have seen both. death is death. i do not diminish one by speaking of the other.
although, you have refrained from answering my question: who. would. you. consider. less?
“That is not what I meant and you know it. Death in the child bed is tragic while the killing of men on the battlefield is violent and avoidable…” He’s unbothered as she tries to poke at him. He’s used to such treatment by now.
“They are not the same. Don’t compare them.”
violet eyes look up at the sky and aella takes a long, deep breath. information that turned the tide of war, she says. the princess truly wants to comment on alaera's choice for words.
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"princess aella. always a pleasure meeting with you once more," alaera muses with an easy grin, tipping her head to the side gently —— the gesture likens her to a curious raven.
"and when have our chats ever been less than fruitful? last we spoke, i recall having information
but even she knows when to stay quiet, so she simply makes her way inside, long strides after the witch. aella doesn't like this place. the least she stays, the better.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"anyone is old enough to take a life. a babe in a womb can achieve that." a grin starts showing on her lips, violet eyes on the head of house tully. it is an amused grin,
"who would you consider less, then, taker of lives?"
I’m old enough to take a man’s life. I’m head of my house. I’m not a child or a boy.
Even though those of my lesser would wish me to be. If they can’t measure up they should simply sit down it is not my fault they’re failures.
she wears dark leathers and her long hair is tied into a braid. her boots are silent against the cobblestone and when aella reaches the entrance to the castle, she does not go inside.
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