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[ The letter makes her weep, as do all true confessions of the heart. Many times Alayne does not find herself deserving of such care and thoughtfulness, but she does not tarry in doubt when it comes to Lucrezia Borgia. No, the golden maid was much to Alayne like a boon sent to her from the distant gods of Westeros — a vision of poise and graciousness to both aspire to and love. A kindred spirit. A friend.

Alayne thinks to write Lucrezia back but no, she wishes her first letter to her beloved friend to be light and effervescent, not made heavy with toil and Cersei Lannister's shadow. Though the queen's presence would touch many a thing, it would not touch this. No, this would remain unsullied.

Instead, she sends a raven in reply — coral-beaked and white feathered, with black eyes (proof that it is not an albino, but a rare creature bred for such pristine snowy-ness). To his ankle there is affixed the briefest of correspondence. ]

Beloved Lucrezia,

Your letter has filled me with both strength and happiness, and for it, a dozen dozen thank yous.
Though it would please me endlessly to tire both hand and arm in long, drawn-out reply, I think it best to call upon you instead,
for the contents of my heart can be most easily read upon the pages of my face and in the note of my voice.
Will you allow me such an audience, if only to clasp your hands in mine and kiss you upon the cheek?

Know in brief that I love you and that I swear to the Old Gods and the new that I would return the blessing of your favor with nothing short of loyalty and faith.

Your most grateful companion, your guide and friend,
Alayne Stone.

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[ The bird is welcomed, a pretty thing as it is and she hurries to write back as soon as she reads its contest. As she gently ties her note to the bird's ankle, she whispers, take this back to where you have came from. It is a short yet heartfelt message. ]

My beloved Alayne,

I shall be forever grateful for your company. Know that you may call upon me at any hour without request for you are my beloved friend.

You shall always be welcome in room zero-one-zero, zero-eight-zero.

Your ever loving friend,

Lucrezia Borgia.

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[ She takes the letter and folds it neatly, running over each crease with finger and nail, sharpening every corner until the paper is tight and compact. Alayne secrets it away in the folds of her dress, hidden in the most carefully hidden pocket sewn along the inside of one dagged sleeve. She decides, if Lucrezia's friendship weathers this unkind reveal, that she will stitch it into the seam of her most prized gown and wear the confession always over her heart.

Eagerly (though there is still a twist of nerves in her belly) she readiest herself as if meaning to hold audience with a queen. There are few that Alayne holds in higher regard aboard the ship than Lucrezia and even if their meeting turns to tears and salt-stained cheeks, she will be nothing short of a vision when she calls upon her.

At long length, a knock sounds against Lucrezia's door. Out in the hallway Alayne stands alone (Lady is away, minding her wolf sister Nymeria in the oxygen gardens). ]

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[ Lucrezia herself spends the time on a hairdo. With the lack of gowns, she feels almost embarrassed to have Alayne see her in the same gown she wore when they met. Still, it will have to do and a pretty arrangement for her hair might cover for it. She puts the brush down at the knock, hurries to her feet and towards the door.

A deep curtsy, Alayne Stone shall receive from her before she clasps her hands in hers to lead her inside. ]

I am fortunate, my beloved Alayne, to have your company today.