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[The way he laughs would rival the rumble of any storm. It's no surprise that many a man has quaked and trembled at the sight of him. Some whisper that he's Robert Baratheon reborn, come to plague the seven kingdoms once more out of disdain for his heir. The smallfolk whisper of him as if he's some demon in disguise, a damnable creature who punched his way up and out of the seven hells.
Margaery likes him well enough.
Better to be feared as a demon then damned as a harlot. As Rider lets arrows glance of his skin, so does Margaery let insults ricochet off her armor. She's not helping herself with the sort of company she keeps but she refuses to become Cersei. A queen must have friends. True friends. Being alone only leads to losing one's self in the court's intrigues.]
Not at all. They say you're much like my dearly departed father-in-law, bless his soul. How could I have disdain for that?
[ Far be it for Alexander to deny friendships of any sort—that's what he lives for, or so he'd argue. Conquests for him weren't so much conquests as they were…offers of friendship.
The sad part is he believes all of that, but if he's tolerated, hey, he's tolerated. Even if he embarrasses her, and sometimes deliberately. It's all in the spirit of friendship and all. ]
Ahh, the noble Robert! [ Should speak something of her dear father-in-law that Alexander would deign to use his actual name here for a change. But Alex takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, savoring some long-cherished memory of the man he'd only but hunted with briefly. ]
His son is so disappointingly unlike him! You're wasted on a little squirt like that! [ Here he laughs again—he's hardly a stranger to marriages of convenience himself. ]
Say! Did you ever go hunting with your father-in-law as well? The spirit on that man! You can learn many things from a good hunt—I'd say you'd learn far more than you ever did in your simpering little court!
The Stranger denied me the pleasure. It's just as well. My family has never been overly-fond of the hunt. Grandfather was mad for hawking though. T'was a sad day when he chased one of those birds right off a cliff.
[At least that's how her grandmother tells it. The so-called Queen of Thorns had many a barb on her tongue for her late husband as well as her son. "The Lord Oafs of Highgarden," she called them. Margaery took it all in good stride. After all, the Lady Olenna always saved a smile for her as the favored granddaughter.]
Besides, there's much to see and hear at court if you know how to smile and curtsy and preen. Very much like a hunt all its own.
Hn, true—too true! You’re too clever by half, Lady! [ He sniffs, as if the whole idea confuses him. What she’s speaking of is yet more intrigue, and how can you rule anything with that? It’s so much easier to face his adversaries in open battle.
This is also why he’s not even shy about revealing his weaknesses: ]
You might even grow cleverer than I, oho! [ But in a more confidential tone: ]
Bahh, if I wasn’t too clumsy to curtsey—wouldn’t that be a sight, eh? Like one of your mummer’s farces! Ha! But don’t think that I don’t have some respect for a woman who can keep her head above the current. Watch and listen though you may, but too often folks get distracted, and then they fall under!
[ He glares around them, as if daring the vegetation to tattle on the queen mother. He rubs at his beard thoughtfully. ]
For Robert, it was that damn boar. [ One he never got to taste. ] For you, it might be that Queen Goldy! Ah, has there ever been a woman given to such wiles?
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Margaery likes him well enough.
Better to be feared as a demon then damned as a harlot. As Rider lets arrows glance of his skin, so does Margaery let insults ricochet off her armor. She's not helping herself with the sort of company she keeps but she refuses to become Cersei. A queen must have friends. True friends. Being alone only leads to losing one's self in the court's intrigues.]
Not at all. They say you're much like my dearly departed father-in-law, bless his soul. How could I have disdain for that?
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The sad part is he believes all of that, but if he's tolerated, hey, he's tolerated. Even if he embarrasses her, and sometimes deliberately. It's all in the spirit of friendship and all. ]
Ahh, the noble Robert! [ Should speak something of her dear father-in-law that Alexander would deign to use his actual name here for a change. But Alex takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, savoring some long-cherished memory of the man he'd only but hunted with briefly. ]
His son is so disappointingly unlike him! You're wasted on a little squirt like that! [ Here he laughs again—he's hardly a stranger to marriages of convenience himself. ]
Say! Did you ever go hunting with your father-in-law as well? The spirit on that man! You can learn many things from a good hunt—I'd say you'd learn far more than you ever did in your simpering little court!
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[At least that's how her grandmother tells it. The so-called Queen of Thorns had many a barb on her tongue for her late husband as well as her son. "The Lord Oafs of Highgarden," she called them. Margaery took it all in good stride. After all, the Lady Olenna always saved a smile for her as the favored granddaughter.]
Besides, there's much to see and hear at court if you know how to smile and curtsy and preen. Very much like a hunt all its own.
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This is also why he’s not even shy about revealing his weaknesses: ]
You might even grow cleverer than I, oho! [ But in a more confidential tone: ]
Bahh, if I wasn’t too clumsy to curtsey—wouldn’t that be a sight, eh? Like one of your mummer’s farces! Ha! But don’t think that I don’t have some respect for a woman who can keep her head above the current. Watch and listen though you may, but too often folks get distracted, and then they fall under!
[ He glares around them, as if daring the vegetation to tattle on the queen mother. He rubs at his beard thoughtfully. ]
For Robert, it was that damn boar. [ One he never got to taste. ] For you, it might be that Queen Goldy! Ah, has there ever been a woman given to such wiles?