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   "A walk? In the....gardens, princess?"

"I was just going for a walk— do you want to join me?"

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   "Minisa can sleep as long as she wants, if she'll make them resort t'crying. I'd love t'see that."

   "Really, now, Alys, how did ye know? Did someone tell ye? I bet it was Lyra. What will we do with that woman?"

"The whole court? I can handle a few of the big men. They like it when I make them regret their inability to shoot a bow properly. Minisa will teach them how to cry.”

"As long as she takes her nap, you can use her to melt every single heart. Are we robbing the treasury or something?"

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   "...Yes? Lady Rosamund, I have to say, yer start t'stop making any sense."

Of, of course. It would be related to, to the North, as you’re from here, I mean. Not that your business isn’t as important as anything relating to all of the North.

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   "Interesting isn't exactly the word I would use. I can go East, but South sounds more and more unappealing the longer I think of it. What's got ye so certain?"

"I never said they wouldn’t. Only that you might find yourself having an interesting time."

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   "Never said I thought he didna want me about. I just...Am not currently necessary, right here. So, I will go and be necessary elsewhere. Is...Is there a problem with that?"

"And how’d ye ken tha, lad? Yer da’s busy, doesnae mean he doesn’t want ye aboot."

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   "Well, they are more down South. And they interact with yer lot way more."

I know perfectly well what you’re speaking of.

As I haven’t met many Starks, I can’t say for certain. Why should they be any less Northern than you?

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   "Ye....Ye haven't a clue, have ye?"

   "Yes. Northerners and Southerners mustn't mingle, 'less those Northerners are Starks. They act rather Southern, don't they?"

Where’s the scandal in that? Lady Joanna Lannister speaks to a Northerner, call all the Septons? Make certain she has not been pulled over to the dark and cold North?

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   "I'll manage the entire court. Y'know I love court. Be certain you bring Minisa with you; we dinna know what we might meet on those roads."

    "Yeh've come so far. O'course really. I need the kid for them t'swoon over. Won't have to stay long if all of them've fainted."

"As if you could manage half of my annoying court blabbering by yourself. Min doesn’t cry. She screeches. It’s good for scaring away wild animals and highway robbers, I would imagine.”

“Really?” She lit up entirely, “I mean… Of course. I suppose… as it’s Northern business. I can manage… a reduction in embarrassment.”

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   "Yes, I do. Northern...Northern business. Not the entire North. None of my business, that is. O'course, you already knew that..."

Oh, of course, I should have realised. Do, do you have some important business there?

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   "Ye want yer Southern lords t'see ye talking to me, my lady? Quite a scandal."

Spoil my reputation? And how would you do that, my lord?

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   "Clearly, they wouldna want yer annoying blabbering. S'ppose I can take the babe, though. As long as she doesn't cry."

   "...I leave at first light tomorrow. Pack a pretty gown, Karstark. I won't have ye embarrassing me."

But why would they want a dumb Umber there when they could have asked for a Karstark. A pretty one, maybe with blue eyes, and a toddler permanently attached to her hip? 

Gods Harlow, take me with you. I’ll die of boredom soon. 

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   "Twas a jest, my lady. Whether they want me there or not doesn't matter, 'cause I'm going anyways."

I… suppose you must know better whether they want you there or not.

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   "I s'ppose that's why I didna ask you, my lady."

   "Ye just don't want me to spoil yer reputation."

If you ask me, you’re better placed in the North.

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   "...Ye already know I dinna want t'go."

   "M'not going because I want to. There's just business that needs t'be dealt with, and m'father doesn't need me around for anything here."

Aye, the wee sothron pricks may want ye down there, lad, but do ye wannae be there? You’d be better awf nailin’ yer bollocks tae a tree.

Yer da hates it doon sooth, nae reason why his lad should go doon there either.

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   "Well, o'course the Southerners will want me in King's Landing. Don't sound so uncertain."

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   "How do you know that don't just want me for m'charm?"

Did you commit some awful crime and get sentenced to the Wall?

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   "That is true, Lady Rosamund. Though, it's not always for a terrible crime. Like theft; it's not worse than murder, but thieves end up at the Wall, too, don't they?"

The Wall? But, only those sentenced because of some terrible crime go to the Wall. Or volunteers, I suppose, but…