I don't care what you think as long as it's about

"Oh, and we’ve the sweetest of voices, you and I," he sighed, throwing an arm across Lindria’s shoulders and the two strode into the courtyard. 

Sure enough, Dawn was present across the way, helping a blushing Ser Gilmore with his bowman skills…or entire lack thereof.

"Oh, Dawn, Ser Gilmore, what a surprise," he called, his voice a thoroughly amused drawl. 

Breaking away from Lindria, he clapped his hands together, looking absolutely ecstatic. “I’m so glad you’re both here! You see, Lindria and I have a special delivery!”

"Yes! A very special delivery specifically for you, Ser Gilmore, but how convenient that both of you are here."

Lindria smiled to her brother before she paused. Shit. They didn't actually have a written letter.

He did, however, nod enthusiastically along with her ideas. 

"We can’t kill the poor sod," he snorted. "Father would have our heads if Dawn didn’t skin us first."

Her usual smirk returned, "Besides, the pond isn't deep enough to drown in... at least, I don't believe it is."

A servant scurried past the pair, a serving tray balanced precariously in her arms. Arthur reached over to snatch a pastry off of the plate, ignoring the woman’s look of horror as the tray nearly toppled over. 

"I’m thinking we try the courtyard."

"Good thought, for once," Lindria replied, her mouth still full. She swallowed, contemplating what exactly they could pull on Ser Gilmore. She didn't often plan things out, but this was for her amusement. She'd have to really think about this one.

"What if we," Lindria was already laughing at her plan as they headed for the courtyard, "told him that we've found a particularly risque letter addressed to him from someone in Lothering? Must make sure Dawn is present, of course, or else it'd be spoiled."

"In fact, a little birdy told me that our dear sister has a certain fondness for the ever-handsome Ser Gilmore." Arthur grinned, gesturing back towards the hall. "I figured you’d like to accompany me in making her life miserable in regards to that fact." 

Without another word, Arthur spun on his heel and hurried back down the corridor. 

Lindria let out a snort, "Ser Gilmore? She's really taken with him, then? How quaint." Her last word practically dripped with sarcasm as she rolled her eyes.

Lindria shook her head before hopping up off of her bed. Her mabari, Gabranth, was startled by the clomp of her boots against the stone flooring. She quickly followed behind her twin brother, her mabari keeping at her heels.

Arthur traipsed down the corridor, Aroldo padding along at his heels. He was seeking out his elder sister, a task that was proving to be more difficult than expected; Dawn was seemingly nowhere to be found. 

Deciding to enlist help in the endeavor, he took a sharp left and made his way towards Lindria’s room. 

"Liiiiiiin," he sang, pushing open his twin’s door. "I need your help."

 "With what?" She smirked, "Do you need a strong hand because you lodged your sword in a tree again?"

"Oh no, the terror has arrived…"

"You know I'm certain that is the kindest name I've ever been called. You're going to have to do better than that, Arthur."