[ In this place, their titles matter little... and yet her pride would still feel a sting from being called nothing more than a lady. ]
Lady Olenna proved her ferocity when she and I spoke. I've no doubt she's imparted some of that resolve into you. Still, I do her a disservice from withholding information which may affect your wellbeing in this place.
Maintain your awareness wherever you walk, lady. Histories aside, there's a murderer who walks amongst us, and whoever it may be has killed at least one of the Favored.
[It was something Margaery could understand. So long as she was called "lady", it was the same title she would extend. None of it was out of malevolence, but a means to move around the awkward fact that they were rivals for the crown. There was at least a measure of respect offered on both sides, far more than Margaery experienced with Cersei.]
I hope that if my grandmother taught me anything, it is strength and will. I fear it has kept me apart from others, something that I hope you will forgive me for. I have had little interest in the gatherings our hosts provided us.
[ Time would tell if Margaery's wishes of lessons from the fallen matriarch would prove true. ]
I find no fault which warrants forgiveness, and so we will not speak of such things.
[ It's not as if she could blame anyone for a similar disgruntlement. ]
I've scant details to convey, as my ally was in a state of upset. Her dear friend, an ally from her world, was slain on the eve of Samhain. He was a kind person, one who struggled like so many others in this place. Perhaps more so due to his blindness.
[ That, she thinks, speaks more about the murderer who would attack a blind man. ]
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Lady Olenna proved her ferocity when she and I spoke. I've no doubt she's imparted some of that resolve into you. Still, I do her a disservice from withholding information which may affect your wellbeing in this place.
Maintain your awareness wherever you walk, lady. Histories aside, there's a murderer who walks amongst us, and whoever it may be has killed at least one of the Favored.
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I hope that if my grandmother taught me anything, it is strength and will. I fear it has kept me apart from others, something that I hope you will forgive me for. I have had little interest in the gatherings our hosts provided us.
[Though apparently that was a good thing.]
A murderer? What has happened?
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I find no fault which warrants forgiveness, and so we will not speak of such things.
[ It's not as if she could blame anyone for a similar disgruntlement. ]
I've scant details to convey, as my ally was in a state of upset. Her dear friend, an ally from her world, was slain on the eve of Samhain. He was a kind person, one who struggled like so many others in this place. Perhaps more so due to his blindness.
[ That, she thinks, speaks more about the murderer who would attack a blind man. ]
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Matt Murdock was killed? But I thought I saw him in the halls the other day? How is that possible?
[Unless there was another blind man that she happened to miss.]
Is there anything being done to find the person responsible for this?