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[matre]

Ah!

[ her little exclamation of surprise has all the delight of a child discovering something new. vanozza looks off-camera for a moment to someone who remains unseen as if to say, "Look! I did it!" her broad smile settles into something more controlled when she returns to the tablet.

vanozza has her dark hair plaited back. she wears her red silks again, dry now, for she knew she was to address the network. a rosary lies around her neck, the cross tucked into the bosom of her gown. ]

What a curious toy! It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Vanozza. [ her family name she withholds. she knows not who may be listening. ]

As I am sure we are all occupied, I will make this brief: I require a seamstress from whom to commission several gowns. I have one with me that may serve as a template.

A maid, too, to assist me with daily chores. Nothing difficult, I assure you. Matter of payment can be arranged after meeting.

[ her son will be vetting applicants fyi. ]

Lastly, directions to a church. A chapel will be as welcome. [ she only seeks the peace of one. her son is a cardinal; her sins are forgiven. ]

So many youths gathered here. [ she had again looked off-camera, her smile fond, before speaking. as she returns her attention to the tablet, the smile adopts a wry turn. ] Perhaps I should be honored to be an exception.

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[cesar]

[ Honor he finds difficult to comprehend but revenge is as familiar to him as love and ambition. But many powerful men have called vengeance a rightful cause to plunder another's estate and there is no honor there however you put it. Agamemnon had no care for Helen, the only woman he ever wanted was Troy, and Cesare wouldn't blame him either.

Still he nods to his mother. ]

Can you find another more honorable than yourself?

[wolfskin]

[ Robb's brow furrows and Grey Wind makes a noise from his place, a whine or grunt it is hard to tell, ears perk up attentively. ]

I cannot claim to know the honor of any man, even if he claims to be so. The late king had two brothers, if any should claim the throne it would be one of them. [ Stannis, perhaps, as unloved as he is. someone strong and unlikely to bow before the lions and their gold. ]

[matre]

[ brothers feuding. she takes her time sipping at her wine, and examining its hue. ]

[cesar]

[ Vanozza's response doesn't go unnoticed, though he says nothing regardless, letting the silence linger to weigh on them all with some sadistic glee. The tension doesn't bother him. Rather he revels in it, that devilish smirk still fixed on his face. It might feel like forever until he breaks the silence with a soft thud of his glass set against the table. ]

The eldest son. Surely.

[wolfskin]

[ nor does it go past Robb unnoticed, he weighs the silence heavily and watches them both with Tully blue eyes. it feels as if he is being judged, it is a familiar feeling he has felt once before. ]

Aye, that is how the laws of succession go.

[matre]

[ far too practiced, she retains her amiability even as her questions shift. ]

According to men or God, Your Grace?

[cesar]

[ Judged, or asked to judge. Cesare says no more, turning his gaze to Robb to wait for his response. His mother already knows all he has to say on the matter of succession. ]