Becca's Room

[The Stranger]

Becca nodded, "I wouldn't risk courting him now while he's in such disfavor, especially after that whole trial. Daemon might get the wrong idea."

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"Yes, just my luck isn't it? There aren't many princes of Dorne who are single, handsome, and heirs to a powerful realm. So, it looks like it will be back to old times with you and I being ladies to Queen Morgan."

[The Stranger]

Becca snickered, "Arya, I had no idea you were such a little power whore. Heirs to powerful lands gets you wet hmm? Someone should tell that poor little Hardying knight that asked for your favor at the joust that he's got no chance."

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"I wouldn't count him out entirely Becca, it's just that the Prince could protect me more than a lone knight can. I'd still want control and freedom of myself. Do you want for power?"

[The Stranger]

Becca snorted, "I donno, no one has offered me any."

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"You stand to inherit Harrenhall don't you. That's something, a lot more than me anyway. One day my inheritance will run out and I don't want to rely too much on asking for money from my family." Arya shrugged. "I think you're powerful."

[The Stranger]

Becca laughed, "well when mother passes I suppose I'll be Lady of Harrenhal. You can come be my lady-in-waiting if you want," she threw an arm around Arya, and led her to the sitting room, where the sleeping servant brought out wine and cheeses.

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"I will look forward to visiting, I'm sure you'll have some thoughts on how to make the castle more fashionable. I hear it is a dreadful place full of superstition. By then the Queen will have more ladies and I'll be much older and out of place."

[The Stranger]

Becca smiled, "You'll never be out of place Arya, you are the consummate courtier."

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"Well thank you." Arya took some cheese and bit into it happily. "IT's just, there will always be small things that nag me. A large blight being the person that was after me. Not even Milo knows anything about it."

[The Stranger]

Becca hmmed, "you've not learned anything about it, in all your travels?"

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"Pretty much nothing that helps me pinpoint anything. All I know is some group styling themselves the Three Heads were hired to get rid of me. I can't go around asking people if they know who the Three Heads are."

[The Stranger]

Becca shivered, "It sounds scary," she said with a nibble on her cheese.

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"Isn't it? Apart from that the only comparable thing that could frighten me is staying a night in one of the haunted towers of Harenhall." She smiled. "Have you found anything out about who cut up your dresses?"

[The Stranger]

"No... I still think it was Joanna, but after Daeron... it's not worth mentioning. What's a dress when people are getting decapitated."