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( Alayne fiddles with the bracelet around her wrist for a moment before speaking - she's hesitant about addressing the whole of a city that she cannot see. After all, it's dangerous to be Sansa Stark these days, now that she's a traitor accused of regicide. But amongst the midst of all these voices, it's unlikely that hers will be recognized ( or so she thinks, as she does not know details of the network yet ). She is Alayne now, not Sansa. They will not know her. Lies and arbor gold, Alayne thinks. No one takes notice of a bastard girl. )

Gods of Asgard, I wanted to thank you for choosing me for such an important task. This is an honour that I did not expect. But I must think of my lord father - he worries so, and I wouldn't want him to fret. I'm only a young girl - surely someone more gallant should be chosen for a deed like this.

If it please you, I would ask that you send me back to him.

( but alayne doesn't expect much: no one gets what they want without a price. all she can do is ask. )

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A mistake, surely. A mistake in bringing people from their lands and exposing them to dangers without any reward.

[ her tone is a bit harder when she speaks; for she bears no love for this place or these 'gods'. she would sooner see them destroyed, by her hands or another's. ]

You could say so. Coming and going is at the Gods's will only and we can't know what's in their minds. From what I've heard, they are very reclusive too.

But aside of that, are you okay?

Me either.

But there's more to war than fighting.

...Not that that's very comforting.

[Tact definitely was never one of Oswin's strengths.]

I don't think you have much of a choice but you probably shouldn't think so low of yourself either.

[ death is an old friend to the starks. when winterfell was seized, he thought he had lost it all. thought that he had nothing left and the dull spark of hope that he would eventually be returned to sansa flickered away. she stands before him, as much of a ghost in his eyes and he is and hopes. Hopes that the gods have given him a second chance, a second opportunity to be with his sisters.

sansa had the luxury of weeping. robb stark did not. robb carried that doubt, that pain upon his shoulders and rode to battle.

( he grieved, he took jeyne as a wife and grieved. he doesn't think it a mistake - because what else could have done at that moment? he wasn't going to let her be dishonored for his mistake. and he loved her like a song. )

why - why does she not want to be known as sansa?

let it be her. ]

Is it not your name? Do you think me fool - that I should not know the voice of my sister?

[ speak to me, sweetling. please. ]

( the gods are not kind. alayne knows this now. they do not give second chances. how many times had she prayed for robb, her mother, bran and rickon and arya? how many hours had she spent in the sept and the godswood? it seems that no matter how many times she begs for mercy to gods or kings, it is never granted. even if she begs on her knees, like she had for her father's life. sansa had hoped, as well. she had hoped that robb would come to rescue her. that he would kill all of the lannisters and emerge triumphant. instead, she was left alone. the lone wolf dies. wolves are diminished without a pack.

sansa stark is dead and gone. she died the day joffrey baratheon choked on poison. she cannot get that old life back, no matter how much she should wish for it, and yet the pounding in her heart does not stop. the yearning to run to him does not go away. )

I am Alayne...

( she had said the words so often, but they were reedy now instead of sure. )

Alayne Stone. Daughter of Petyr Baelish, Lord Protector of the Vale.

( and it seems that she's trying harder to convince herself than him. )

[ robb wanted to, robb was meant to. that's what he wanted - the boy in him wanted, to march down to king's landing and take his sisters in his arms. to go home and be free. but he could not, robb stopped being a boy a long time ago - he was a king. a king who had to place what he needed beneath was right.

do you hate me sansa? is this why you do this? - he thinks darkly. i tried, you know i could not be there.

yet what he had lost instead could not make amends for his decisions. he lost winterfell, lost bran and rickon. he cannot be a king, cannot be a brother - he doesn't know who he is anymore. he doesn't realise how much of himself he's lost.

protector of the vale - no. ]

Do you speak falsehoods? I had just came from the Vale. They made me the King of the Trident after ... - the passing of our - [ was she telling the truth? ] - my Lady Mother's father. The Tully's rule the vale - what place does Lord Baelish have?

[ the bastard girl who sounds like my sister. ]

Why do you hide your face from me?

( she could never hate robb, nor could she ever blame him. sansa had always hated the lannisters, had cursed them for what they had done, and had never once thought otherwise. alayne wants to tell him -- she wants to ask him how he is here, but the words are all caught in her throat, mixed up with all the courtesies and lies she had learned by rote.

the tullys were defeated, alayne thinks, and there is a measure of confusion and doubt that enters her mind. they were crushed by the lannisters. and yet robb insists otherwise, and she knows that he does not tell falsehoods. their lord father had taught him of honour. alayne does not dwell on how much she has besmirched her own. )

I do not know how to use these bracelets, my lord. ( my brother. no, sansa's brother. ) There is nothing like them in Westeros.

( she bends to pick her fallen device off the ground. it clatters against the stone. )

And...the Freys? There were talks of a wedding. My -- my lord father told me of it.

( a lie. some lies are love. )

[Disappointment at her mistake, at the fleeting hope she'd had, but then confusion and anger. This was Sansa, there's no way she wouldn't recognize her own sister's voice, even after this long. But then, she'd been Arry before she arrived in Asgard. Maybe Sansa had had to hide, too. That didn't make sense, though, she'd been with them, Joffrey and the Queen.]

What house did they put you in, Alayne?

[Because if she can go and find her there, talk to her just the two of them, maybe she could understand just what's going on.]

If it makes you feel any better, I've heard that sometimes the gods here send people back home. I don't know why or how, but ... it's something.

This task is not as noble as you may think, my dear. But I'm afraid the chances of you going home are slim.

[ and to rose it's just like using a mobile phone, so she doesn't seem to think too much of it right now. it's weird how different people and places are, how many worlds and universes out there and many of them are all brought here. ]

You close to your father, then?

[ it was going to come up eventually. rose has her own perfect vision of what fathers could be and sometimes are, so she's curious about this girls' relationship with him. not enough to ask super probing questions, but hey. ]

I'm speaking from experience.

Asking the Gods to send you home will do just about as much as asking them for anything else.

Jack.

I was told that it was an honorable task. ( she knows it isn't, and she was never fooled for even a second, but it's always easier to play the innocent. the naive girl. and some of it stems from a fear of being in a new place that alayne dutifully shoves away. ) Yet why do you believe otherwise?

You shouldn't believe everything you're told.

[He pauses, thinking on his reasoning for a moment before he continues.]

I tend to be hesitant to believe men, or gods for that matter, who hide behind lies and tricks. And as it happens, I have been here for much longer than I would like for which I must apologize, it seems to have left me a bit pessimistic.

I only meant that I understand where my place is; beside my father, in his hall. I can do much more good there.

( arya would run straight up to her and demand answers if she told, alayne knew. or at least, the arya she once called sister would. this is the reason why she pauses, more than is probably seemly - because she is gathering up the courage to face those questions. )

The house of Freya.

( goddess of beauty, she'd been told. sansa might have once been flattered at that. )

I am well, thank you. Your concern is very gracious. My only worry is for my father.

That's still kind of....not really an option right now.

I suppose it's easier to be nice to strangers than unkind. Especially here, in such a small place, really. It can be scary showing up here sometimes, definitely. But it's not all bad.

I'm Lucy, Lucy Pevensie.

Can you read, milady? [ she was a bastard - so she said, he wasn't sure how lord baelish dealt with his bastards. he does not feel the question is so out of place, even if she carries herself with the grace of a noble woman.

robb is a boy with a hundred fears and robb is a king who seeks to conquer them all. the things he fears the most, the one's tucked away in dark corners that come to his thoughts in quiet whispers when he's completely and utterly alone - the things he cannot fight with steel are the same one's that cause him real sorrow.

it is a constant lingering feeling in the back of his head. wondering if sansa and arya will build tall towers with the bricks of resentment because robb couldn't come to them sooner. he hates himself for what happened to bran and what happened to rickon.

they're both their lord father's children, but robb has always idolized his father to a fault. he would never mark a falsehood against another, preferring to die a man with with honour then live as a man without. what has changed you - sansa? - do you say such things to your brother. but he can never be sure. never entirely sure that it's her.

( it's the same one that sang songs back when they children of summer, he's so sure. )

she brings up the frey's and out comes what feels like a stab to his gut. he had to protect jeyne, keep her honour in tact. He was consumed with grief and she was there - and -

how has he played idle to all this? ]

Aye. I was to wed a Frey. Did news of my disrespect to Lord Frey reach so far that it becomes gossip to the Vale?

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( yes, there is more to war than fighting. women pray and sing and hope for the men to come back, that is what they do - but she doesn't want any part of it. the gods can trap them here, and even make them swear fealty, but it is another thing altogether to make earn the love of the people. )

No, there is little comfort to be given.

And those of Freya's house? What blessings does she give to them?

[Arya nods, nerves twisting in her stomach. There's still a part of her that thinks she's wrong, that will be so embarrassed at her mistake, not to mention hurt even deeper that she'd got her hopes up like this. But still, she has to know.]

I'm coming to Freya, then.

[She's still all dirty and bruised from that morning's training, unwashed and in boys' clothes, with Needle hanging from her belt. She already saw the look of disdain that Sansa would give her. She makes it to the Freya welcome hall in no time, once again very glad of being given the power of speed.]

Lord Baelish is very kind to me.

( it is a dutiful answer which perhaps not what most people would say, or what one would expect - but alayne is a bastard. from the viewpoint of everyone around her, he didn't have to take her in. she has other reasons to be grateful to him, though. to want to attempt to repay her debt. )

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