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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.