onceandfutureprat | .021 - i'm sorry arthur has nothing public to say about that flood :c

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.021 - i'm sorry arthur has nothing public to say about that flood :c

[Arthur is a restless sleeper. And half the time he ends up curled around a pillow just to have something to hold. While that habit will probably be a good thing in his marriage, it's not really that great when the person he's got an arm around is Morgana. Because they were kids yesterday and he let her sleep in his room because hers wasn't suitable and it wasn't as though either one of them would've accepted sleeping on the floor.

So he's holding her like she is his wife, and he's not awake enough to realize that it's all wrong.]

[Private to Merlin]

Lord Merlin, hm?

[Private to Scrad/Charlie]

I apologize. For my behavior towards you in the flood.

[Private to Arya]

Would you like another lesson in your swordplay?

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[Whatever, she was willingly brainwashed okay.]

The Faceless will teach me to be stronger.

[You're a child and traumatized, that doesn't count as willing]

Funny, it sounds like running away.

[DOES TOO it really doesn't :c]

It isn't. [And she scowls up at him for a moment before she can push it away, and swings her sword to stretch out her arm.]

[Arthur swung his sword in her direction, aiming to catch her off her guard.]

It is.

[She sees him move, though, like Syrio taught, and hops backward. She can't get her sword up fast enough, but at least she is quick enough to dodge. She makes a pass at him, then, and says nothing for a long moment, frowning while she thinks (it makes her think of Gendry, who always looked like it hurt to think, but she doesn't want to think of him).]

So what if it is? They'll teach me so I'll never have to run again. [And then she would run back to Westeros, to slit the throats of everyone who betrayed her pack.]

[Arthur holds his attack while she's quiet. But once she speaks, he swings at her again.]

Or they're teaching you to never stop.

[She does block this time, parries and thrusts at his middle.]

They're not. They're teaching me to be Faceless. You were taught to be stronger. It's not different.

[.....it's kind of different.]

[It's completely different. He was also taught the knight's code, which he strongly suspects is something you've never heard of.]

Anyone can be strong, Jeyne. It's what you do with it that makes the difference.

I'm going to get justice with it.

"Justice, or revenge?" [He's really, not the best person to give this kind of talk without being a hypocrite, because he's confused them before.]

They're the same thing. [Duh. B|]

[Arthur laughs a little. His father would say the same thing, he's pretty sure. Guinevere would say another.]

If you think that, then power doesn't suit you.

[She thinks he's laughing at her, and she doesn't like that, so she swings at him again.]

I don't care about power. I don't want her crown. [Just her throat. And she remembers she isn't supposed to decide who lives or dies, is this just a test B(]

[It's a test of honor. And you're failing that. Or something. Arthur blocks her swing.]

I know what you want. She might deserve to die, but she also deserves a fair trial.

[No fuck you.]

Why? She's guilty, and a liar, and I - and a girl knows she is.

[Arthur caught the slip, arching an eyebrow at her but he didn't point it out.]

Then a fair trial would find her so.

No. Trials aren't just.

[Did her father have a trial, didn't he admit to all these lies?]

They are justice. Or else we'd all be subject to the whims of a madmen. [And we're not thinking about his father right now, nope.]

We're subject to the whims of whoever's in charge!

[Arthur can't deny that fact and he doesn't try to. But he also believes that a king has a responsibility to be fair and just and he knows that some kings don't share that belief. He doesn't doubt that this Cersei is the same as those other kings.]

I don't want to see you sink to her level, that's all.

[She swings at him instead of answering, vicious this time. She's much smaller than he is, so she takes advantage, making swipes at his legs.]

Why not? Honor just gets a man killed.

[Arthur's forced to take a few steps back to avoid her swing, before he count meet it with one of his own, coming at her from above. He'll use his height against you too, Arya :|]

Honor holds us together. It keeps us from turning into them. Dishonor is what kills, Jeyne, not the other way around."

[Dick :| She doesn't try to block, just hits the floor and rolls away, bouncing back to her feet.]

You're wrong. Honor makes you lose your head.

[How many times had the tale of the Red Wedding been whispered in the Ragman's Harbor? she knew why Robb was at the Towers, she'd been there, almost seen him - and she had seen her father, so how they made him kneel and confess falsehoods and--

She hadn't seen him lose his head. At least there was that.]

[You're never going to convince Arthur that her family died because of their honor, but rather that people betrayed that honor and took advantage of it. He advances on her, waiting for her retaliation.]

People will try to kill you for all sorts of reasons.

[And he'll have a hell of a time convincing her of that.]

And people without honor live longer.

.021 - i'm sorry arthur has nothing public to say about that flood :c

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