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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 24, 2015 21:28:46 GMT -5
"You don't have to think of me as a child now, to remember me as one." Robyn said, looking down at him for once from her standing position, "I've been avoiding you,"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 24, 2015 21:40:03 GMT -5
He doesn't look surprised. "I see." Silence. "I'm not sure how to respond to that."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 24, 2015 22:00:19 GMT -5
"However you like," Robyn said, "it is what it is," she looked round the half packed up space, "I thought about coming, many times, but didn't. But I wanted to see you before you left."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 24, 2015 22:02:39 GMT -5
Kalvin sits in silence. "To tell me whatever we had is over?" He said. "Or for something else?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 24, 2015 22:07:45 GMT -5
"I'm not sure, I thought I'd knew when I got here, but if anything, it's confused me even more. Everyone I speak to, tells me to stay away from you."
She paused, looking back at him, "what is it you think we had? I'm not sure we viewed it the same."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 24, 2015 22:13:51 GMT -5
"I write your father for your hand," he said. "He informed me you were making your own decision. Then you fly east and...nothing." He shakes his head. "I am too old," he said finally. "Diminished."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 24, 2015 22:27:40 GMT -5
"That had better be a joke," Robyn said, "because if not, self pity is not an attractive look on you,"
This conversation was more difficult that she had been anticipating, which was saying a lot. "My father has said I can find my own husband, true, which really is much harder, but if he did not allow that, you would likely be having this conversation with the queen if the kingslands. If I thought you too old. I would not have started anything with you, and as for diminished, I think we both know that is not true, any objections I may have are nothing to do with skill. I believe we have spoken on them before.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 24, 2015 22:40:38 GMT -5
Kalvin frowned. "If Beric is our obstacle you have found the one subject I cannot budge on. I love you," he said. "But my son is my heir and my life."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 24, 2015 22:54:27 GMT -5
"It would not be so bad, but I can't even try and be a mother to him, when his real mother is sitting down in oldtown" she sighed, and walked closer to him, "I love you too, I think, but if beric is your life, where can I possibly fit in? Where will our children fit if we're ever were to have any? Life is hard enough for seconds sons to find places in the world."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 25, 2015 7:47:40 GMT -5
"You can fit in next to me," Kalvin said. "And our son will find somewhere worthy of his status to rule." He looked her over again, swallowing nothing. "If you cannot believe me, I understand," he said. "I'm not sure I would even believe me. But I know what we've been through and I know what you mean to me, and I don't want that to ever change."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 25, 2015 9:19:29 GMT -5
"I want to believe you, Kalvin," Robyn said, reaching out to touch his face, "I really do... But there are others who want to wed me, people who are not going to put me and my children fourth or fifth place in their priorities."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 25, 2015 9:27:53 GMT -5
"If you really think you'd be fourth or fifth in my affections," he said, brushing her hand away gently, "then I fear we have fundamentally misunderstood each other." He sighed. "There are many men more politically suited for you, Robyn," he said. "I cannot argue that. You've avoided me for the better part of the year because you know that." He rubbed his forehead with his index finger with hand in like a sloppy salute. "Nothing I can say will change the fact that I already have a son. Nothing you can say will change the fact that I love you anyway." He stood and went to get a drink. A large one. "But all of those men are attracted to the title first, and no one knows you better than I do."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 25, 2015 9:44:17 GMT -5
"How will I not be that far down, there's the North, which I presume comes first, your son, your ex wife then maybe me if I discount your obsession with fighting" Robyn said, her tone getting bitter, her eyes following him as he moved.
She pause as she walked over to him and took the drink putting it down, looking him in the eye.
"I love you, I want to marry you, I want to have children with you, but I can't condemn them to an uncertain future. I want to marry together what we bother want, and you are offering no solutions."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 25, 2015 10:00:24 GMT -5
"Get over Arania," he said angrily, his fury directed at the princess for the first time ever. "My children come first, the plural," he said. "Then you and then the North. But it al goes together anyway. "There is no north without the Starks, no north without my willingness to bloody my hands as often and as gruesomely as necessary. If I fight hard for you and my son now, why do you think I won't fight as hard for our children? Our son will have a place of his own, and our daughters can we'd any man they will ever want." He narrowed his eyes. "You can question anything you want, princess," he never uses the title in private," but no one has been more loyal to you or your family than I have."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 25, 2015 10:13:24 GMT -5
"You get over her!" she said back, "You already left me once to go and save her. What happens the next time she whistles?" Her anger matching his own.
"You are focusing on the complete wrong thing. Your ability to do what is necessary is one of the reasons I love you, I do not doubt you will do everything you can to provide for any children we have, but you are not always going to be around and the life you live does not scream longevity. You are a fighter without par, Kalvin," she said, purposefully not going back to the formal, it was a low move, meant to distance her and she'd not comply with it. "But you're still a man, you can bleed and die like any other in one year, in twenty and then what?"
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