*assists a pretty healer in amputation.*
*healer asks him valid questions.*
"the boy was lucky you were here."
"he was unlucky that you were."
*starts crushing on the healer.*
"your grace. i am not sure i am a lady. westerosi customs are still a bit foreign to me."
*rambles* "it's hard to keep all the rules straight. if i remember my lessons, a woman of noble birth is always called a lady, unless she is a queen, or princess. i could find someone who knows..."
"why are you so sure i'm of noble birth?"
"because it's obvious." (lesson 1- just say it's obvious and move on.)
"what if i told you my father sold lace on the long bridge and my mother, my brother, and i lived with him above our shop?"
"i'd call you a liar." (lesson 2 - call your crush a liar.)
"not very noble to accuse a lady of dishonesty." (so cunty to me)
*looks.* (seared in my brain please my beautiful king)
*smiles* "i always thought i was a brilliant liar."
*smiles* "better at amputations, i am afraid." (YOUNGER ME WAS GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET. OLDER ME IS NO DIFFERENT.)
*awkward silence. camp noises.*
"i couldn't really discuss troop movements with you."
"i am not a spy." (YOUNGER ME HAD ALARMS BLARING IN MY HEAD BTW)
"of course, a spy would deny being a spy." (yes, my beautiful, brilliant king.)
"you're right. you've found me out i am writing a letter to the lannisters. the young wolf is on the move." (should have known i was bi disaster because i liked her so much here and so did robb.)
"perhaps you'd join me... *hesitates* if you have time of course for... well..."
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