[ She waits until she is safely secreted away from Robb before she answers again, loathe to have unwanted truths given breath where her brother can here. She writes in text, he responds with voice and, once alone, she offers him her countenance in kind. The truth shall be known soon enough and perhaps if he is given the measure of her face, he will be able to best judge her sincerity. (Alayne has no intentions of being wholly truthful, but in this, the lie will be soon pulled back and there is the question of what Stannis knows.)
As befitting a Stark's high birth and Stannis' title as a king, Alayne dips in a low bow. Still, a hesitation passes before she speaks: ]
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As befitting a Stark's high birth and Stannis' title as a king, Alayne dips in a low bow. Still, a hesitation passes before she speaks: ]
Your Grace.