first ♕ video

[burnsobright]

[Her head is cast down when the video first starts, seemingly calm. Yet, it is when her head tilts upwards, showing those hard green eyes, that the fury brimming beneath the surface may be witnessed. She is angry, yet she does not scream or cry or throw a tantrum. A Lannister does not act in such a manner.

Judging by her attire, she is a woman of some wealth and standing. (Less here, perhaps some might say, but Cersei would not be one of those.) She is dressed in those fine garments that she has been wearing at her son’s wedding, but they do nothing to make her look more welcoming now.

She is annoyed. She is offended. She is angry.]

Chosen by the Gods.

[Her first words, and they hold that snide and sarcastic tone to them.]

Do I look some fool, to believe such rubbish? I think not, so listen here. I know not what you aim to achieve by kidnapping my person, as I do not believe that drivel of a letter, but I shall tell you this. A Lannister always pays their debts, and if you think you shall profit from my ransom, you shall be sadly mistaken. If you seek to hide behind your letter, to conceal your true person, I fear that will help you little in the end.

[Those beautiful features darken. She does not like loosing power and not being in control.]

Speak now. Name your true terms. And let it be known, if you have harmed my son- or any of my children in any way- I shall show you how capable these hands are.

Comments

video;

[this_chair]

I don't know. They're pretty upfront about what exactly that want you to do. You don't have to agree with it, though, because I certainly don't.

video;

[burnsobright]

And do you simply accept all that is spoken to you, whether or not you agree with it?

video;

[kindlings]

[ The name Lannister means nothing to her, but Ygritte knows a Southron lady when she sees one. ]

These gods're weak, if they saw fit t' choose a kneeler such as yourself.

video;

[burnsobright]

[Cersei has no clue as to who this woman is, but the way she speaks... That tells more than enough. Her nose crinkles.]

What backwater hovel did they find you, child.

[video]

[tenacityformed]

Oh but if it was just random that they wanted that would be better - because that means we could actually have a chance of getting out.

Unfortunately, they're surprisingly true to every bit of drivel in that letter.

[her anger is somehow satisfying to see. Few seem to display nearly outright rage even if it's something that surely more people actually feel.]

[video]

[burnsobright]

Ah, yes. Clearly I question the content of the letter, but now that you, a stranger, claims it is true, I shall take your word for it.

[starkbastard]

[Well...their respite from the Lannisters had to come to an end, Jon supposes. He can feel Ghost's fur bristle at his feet and it's clear that the bastard feels acutely the same: he could have done without them here.

But he's learned to stay calm, to steel himself ever since traveling with the Wildings, and when he turns his gaze to the feed, the grey in his eyes is cold, his face blank, save for the slightly crease of his brow.

If his brother learns of his fate, of how the Lannisters played a part of it, this would not end well.]

No amount of gold nor threats is bound to have you be sent back to Westeros.

[burnsobright]

[If he expected instant recognition, he would be sadly disappointed. Her eyes shift over him, as if he were nothing more than dung in a stable, and it is not until those green eyes settle upon the beast, that she knows. Their numbers are few, and thankfully, growing fewer.

It is not as if Cersei would have paid much attention to one like him in the North.]

The Stark bastard.

[Starks. Yet, they were all but crushed beneath the lion's paw, as her mind had wandered over the real possibilities of what was going on. Something strange, clearly, yet it did not make sense. An eyebrow lifts ever so.]

You are a long way from your wall and others of your kind.

[Audio]

[occulthymns]

[Damn those are some nice clothes.]

Are you worth a lot?

[Video]

[burnsobright]

That is a foolish question.

[ video ]

[pratentious]

[ Oh, nobility. How Arthur does adore them. He knows the type, he knows the game. Best to play the part if only to see her assuaged from throwing a fit all over the bloody city. ]

My Lady.

[ A nod of his head, respectful but not deferential. He is King and bows to none, but he is not a man to place pride over one in need. ]

If you will. I think you'll find they should want for nothing of you but your time, and time is a fickle concept in this realm.

[ video ]

[burnsobright]

[But do you really know the game, Arthur.

Her eyes give him a once over, yet his face is not one she could recall, nor is there any standard or crest that she may call upon. Then again, they would be few and far between, especially those that she has no reason to recall.]

Shall you parrot the words, and claim it is my hand they require, in service of their duty?

video;

[veneficus]

[ Ah, so there are some beings of sense in the city. Not all is lost. ]

They care nothing for money, those who call themselves Gods. Only for subjects and forced soldiers. And I fear they shall not answer, for they fear their subjects as much as they use them.

video;

[burnsobright]

Gods. [Drawled out, with a slight touch of distaste.] One would consider a god to be all knowing, and yet they clearly know nothing, if they believe that I would either be a subject or a soldier.

video;

[starktomboy]

[Arya starts, a look of horror crossing her features, as she watches the video. She doesn't know what to do - Needle not being much of a comfort right now, unfortunately - and she's horrified that the gods of this realm would be so cruel as to bring a Lannister here and subject them to more torment when they'd been blissfully free of it for over a month since she'd arrived, longer including the time Robb and Sansa had stayed.

She wished she had Nymeria at her side to be a comfort, instead all she had was her sword hilt. She wouldn't be afraid of this lion. She was a wolf and she feared no lions. When she finally plucks up the energy to speak, she holds ice in her gaze.]

How tragic for you, that the gods would have enough humor to bring you here.

[She felt a smug satisfaction that Cersei felt out of place without her Kings Guard. A lion alone in a den of wolves was perfect. She could already imagine Cersei's reaction once she realized this and she tries to resist the urge to smile, running her fingers through scruffy tangles of hair.]

video;

[burnsobright]

[Those green eyes turn, regarding her with a less than warm expression, but with this there is no need for pretenses. One needs to be of some value to the queen for her to put on the charm. And this thing?

Ah, yes, that thing. The one that got away. Or, more like than not, died in some ditch in King's Landing. She would not forget her face either, given what she had gone to her poor son, and the shame was only that she had not received the pelt of that creature to use to clean her feet.

The Stark girl. Why she was here... Cersei could not explain that, given that she had assumed that she was dead.]

My. Am I to be impressed, afraid, cowering? I fear your bark is as lacking as your bite.

audio

[airborn]

[She really shouldn't feel like giggling because being taken from home is a serious thing, but Cersei is so indignant with her frilly way of talking. It's like her feathers have gotten ruffled. The complicated gown only adds to the image. ]

You're adding color to the city by being angry. [Because now she knows that "bringing color back" doesn't actually mean painting the place.] That's what they want. Doesn't that mean they profit from your kidnapping?

video

[burnsobright]

[Adding colour to the city. Cersei can only assume that is some turn of words she is unaware of. She has taken little to no stock in what was told in the letter, nor would she likely anytime soon.

She can be, after all, quite stubborn.]

They wish for me to be angered? Utter idiocy. One does not harm a lion without expecting that said shall harm right back.

[verybigpheasants]

Missing your children, then. There's every chance they haven't been brought here alongside you at all, for whatever it's worth.

[burnsobright]

Meaning that they are being held elsewhere?

[Misunderstanding what it is that he is saying.]

video;

[burping]

I'm afraid the terms they have given are the terms they wish us to meet, as absurd as they seem.

video;

[burnsobright]

Absurd is putting it mildly.

[video]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[A low whistle.]

Scary.

[video]

[burnsobright]

Explain yourself.

[video]

[dreamspinning]

[the video only shows half his face, the other half obscured by his hair and the edge of the bracelet's view]

Perhaps you should look as well.

[video]

[burnsobright]

Bracelets I have aplenty.

video;

[sworntovalor]

I'm afraid it is not quite so simple, my lady. The letter speaks the truth, or at least so it seems to me for the months I have spent here. But if your children are here, they will not be harmed. If they are not, then they shall wait for you exactly as you remember them, where you remember them, and no harm shall come to them at home, either.

video;

[burnsobright]

If months it shall be, then they will not be exactly as I recall them. My son's wedding feast shall be over, and he will have been without his regent.

Audio

[samantha_grey]

[Lannister. It took a while to remember that name, but it itched at the back of Samantha's mind for some reason. She was sure she'd heard it before.

The reply wasn't quite so immediate as others. After three months, Samantha didn't always feel that compelled to talk to every newcomer who was pissed off. they sort of bled together. However when she remembered the name, and that it was the name of the family Arya had told her was hunting her family the first time she had been here, Samantha's blood turned to ice and she replied without thinking about it.

Her tone was anything but kind sounding.]

Lannister. That's a name I've heard. You're a long way from your world, and your name means precisely shit here.

Welcome to Asgard. You're all alone here.

Video

[burnsobright]

From whom?

[A commanding voice, that more or less expects an answer to the question.]

video;

[victoryindeath]

Demands won't get you anywhere here.

[Like she didn't just try to threaten and bargain her way into getting out of here herself, not days before.]

And I have my doubts about the capable. Have you picked up a weapon in your life?

video;

[burnsobright]

Perhaps you merely do not command, when you demand.

[As for weapons...]

There are more weapons beyond those with pointy edges.