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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 3, 2015 15:29:25 GMT -5
"Yes. But you cannot let Walther send any letters, he might warn them against us. We need to make sure he has no access to pen, paper or ravens. The letters had better come from us. If need be, I can try to copy Walther's writing." It wouldn't be the honourable thing to do, of course, but Morgan was past caring. She had a talent for mimicking the script of others, and it might come in useful at last.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 3, 2015 15:30:50 GMT -5
"Fine, then," he said. "State that you've arrived here and ask for advice on what to do next."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 3, 2015 15:43:33 GMT -5
"Why would I ask the Citadel for advice?" She asked. "They'll never let me back in and they treated me like scum."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 3, 2015 15:46:04 GMT -5
Lord Brax just looks at her. "Because if they offer it, it means he was in league with them," he explains, impatiently. "Just do it."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 3, 2015 15:59:10 GMT -5
Morgan flushed in embarrassment as she realised her error. "Sorry, Father, I'm still a bit overwrought."
She found a letter in the maester's handwriting and began to copy his letters as best she could. In the end, the letter she wrote read thus:
To the Seneschal of the Citadel
I offer greetings from Hornvale and hope that all is well in Oldtown. I write to inform you that Lord Brax's daughter, the Lady Morgan, has recently returned from a visit to Oldtown. I have heard troubling reports ofthe lady's recent activities. With that in mind, I seek the advice of my superiors as to how I should proceed now Lady Morgan is home.
Your obedient servant
Maester Walther
She showed the letter to her father. "What do you think?"
Forgery 30
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 3, 2015 16:07:40 GMT -5
"Perfect," he said. "Now we test the waters." He looks at her. "Now how did you get to Oldtown? Don't give me any nonsense about mysterious friends."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 3, 2015 16:10:17 GMT -5
"I travelled by ship," she said vaguely, not wanting to answer the question with the full truth. "Father, I need to run up to the rookery to send the letter, before Maester Walther finds out I'm back. Can't you summon him while I run upstairs or something?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 3, 2015 16:38:03 GMT -5
"He will be gone," Lord Brax promised. "Go to your quarters. Garen will get you."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 3, 2015 16:40:44 GMT -5
Morgan nodded and went to her bedroom. Once there, she took off her dress and changed it for a clean one. There would be time for bathing and dressing nicely later but she was immensely glad of clean clothes right now. In the meantime, she sat down to wait, the letter hidden beneath her pillow in case her maid entered.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 3, 2015 17:07:58 GMT -5
Her maid didn't enter, and a while later Garen comes. "Walther is in your father's study, my lady."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 3, 2015 17:13:59 GMT -5
Morgan nodded. "Thank you."
She grabbed the letter and hurried upstairs to the rookery where she spoke gently to the ravens before selecting one and attaching the letter to its leg. "Fly fast," she said, pointless though it was, before she let the bird go.
then she sauntered back towards her father's room to see how the Maester reacted to her presence.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 3, 2015 17:30:15 GMT -5
Walther notes her arrival with surprise. "Lady Morgan? What..how are you? By the gods I prayed for your safety so long!" The eldery man, who had delivered her, extends a hug.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 3, 2015 17:35:05 GMT -5
She hugged him back, desperately hoping he wasn't part of the conspiracy and that he really did care for her. She'd always seen him as a grandfatherly figure, after all.
"I missed everyone," she said quietly. "I'm well, truly. I'm looking forward to sleeping in my own bed at last."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 3, 2015 17:37:47 GMT -5
"Yes, yes," he said. "It's so good seeing you, truly." He turns to her father. "A celebration is in order!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 3, 2015 17:43:29 GMT -5
Morgan looked at her father with anxious eyes. "Please, no. I don't want to celebrate. I just want to rest. I don't want all the people staring at me and saying I've lost weight and my hair is too short and all those silly things. I want to heal my mind in peace." She needed time to think and plan, after all, and to decode the journal."Please, Father, I don't want a fuss."
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