justicemarredâ / erik umber .Â
â  if  i  didnât  know  better,  my  lady,  i  would  say  that  you  wish  to  take  my  space  on  our  kingâs  small  council.  â   the  master  of  whisperers  was  a  proud  man,  though  one  not  easily  able  to  manipulate  perceptions  like  alyssane.  she  was  cunning,  with  a  mind  as  sharp  and  beautiful  to  admire  as  any  rocky  outcropping â beautiful  to  look  at  but  willing  enough  to  sink  ships  far  bigger  than  her.  and  with  a  smile  like  hers,  he  couldnât  imagine  how  most  would  not  melt  at  the  sight.  what  came  with  all  of  these  beautiful  things  about  her,  was  her  slight  stature.  where  others  would  see  a  woman,  a  disdainful  creature  meant  for  little  more  than  bearing  children,  erik  saw  a  master  at  the  art  of  perception. Â
â  she  canât.  â  erik  agreed  softly.  â  and  how  is  the  little  lady  manderly  ?â  it  was  a  bitter  thing  to  address  his  child  with  another  manâs  last  name.  but  this  was  safer, the way of the world.  â  i  trust  she  is  as  willful  as  her  mother.  and  hopefully  she  hasnât  inherited  her  fatherâs  nose.  â  erikâs  nose  was  not perfect by any means,  though  that  might  have  been  more  from  it  being  broken  repeatedly  than  any true genetic  contribution. Â
     ââ I THOUGHT MY LORD WAS AWARE THAT MY ATTENTIONS TOWARD HIM extended only as far as obtaining what i can- - including his position.  ââ she raised her brow , knowing she would need do no more to convey that she was merely joking . deflections like these came naturally . they were far easier than unearthing the true state of things , where her heart was far less unguarded in his presence . instinct prompted her to take lord umberâs arm , fingers lingering against his wrist for a moment.Â
      ââ she is well , thank you . ââ  another , more private moment , would allow her to disclose more . of how frequently lysa asks after him , of how quickly she is growing - how clever she is. the best composite parts of them both , without the sorrows & shame that her parents carry . ââ telling me no is her favorite way to occupy time , and iâve yet to find a fault in her nose. though , i thought sheâd have my hair but it has yet to darken.  ââ alyssane smilesd brightly , before her gaze focused more intently on him , and her voice lowered. ââ  i will send for her , you know . once our southern guests have vacated .  ââ
















