Five. The Dragon's Dress

[wakethedragon]

{Written, because he's decided he won't dignify this latest atrocity with the pressing of the voice transmission button, which is the only one he knows. Enjoy his elegant, royal script.]

Thank you, Admiral, for the gown.

If I wanted my sister's face, I would have cut it off of her myself.

I wonder if the Stark girl's potion would have even worked. It probably would have turned me into a toad.

I must say, I can't see how trussing me up like a village milkmaid and giving me my sister's face is supposed to win me back my kingdom, bastard.

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

It's still a barbaric thing to say.

Besides, that's what plastic surgery is for. [If you aren't awesome and a Time Lord and can just regenerate, that is.] Though it would hardly surprise me if the Doctor's of your country wouldn't know how to do that.

[wakethedragon.livejournal.com]

Then it's fitting, because she is a barbarian.

[Plastic surgery? Doctors? Wut.]

The Faceless Men can change their faces at will. Their Guild was founded in the volcanic slave mines of Valyria.

[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

Barbarism cannot be fought with barbarism. You need to rise above that or you will be just the same.

And slaves again? [So much disapproval.] I know not of these faceless men, but if I wanted I could easily change your face to that of your sisters. I could even more easily change mine, but that would be a waste of a regeneration and I'm really quite fond of this one, anyway.

[wakethedragon.livejournal.com]

I plan on rising very high above my sister, by whatever means necessary.

The Faceless Men are assassins. They worship the Many-Faced God. Where they began and where they ended up are not one and the same.

[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

But you mustn't stoop to her levels if you wish to do so. It's really only basic logic.

Not that unusual.