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[roseofthetyrells]

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[roseofthetyrells]

...I suppose that's understandable. I certainly wouldn't have wanted to know what would have become of me and my House. [her voice turns rueful]
Had I known, I would have been forced to confront my own selfishness far earlier than I'd planned.

[there's a saying, it seems to be a universal one: ignorance is bliss]

Thank you. I've done all I can do to plan in advance, gotten myself prepared both physically and mentally. I've even stitched his name and address into the lining of all of my gowns in case the travel mucks with my memory.

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[uptightness]

But if there was a chance that if you knew, you could change things, would you try?

[It is a 'game' that Carolina plays, although there's nothing fun about it. If anything, it does keep her up at nights (which happens anyway) but she tries not to dwell on it too often.]

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[roseofthetyrells]

I would. I would advise that we retreat to Highgarden and wait for the strongest candidate for the throne to show themselves. Doing so would have saved my House and earned a great deal of gratitude from whomever we chose to support. House Tyrell does not like to choose the losing side of any battle.

[though, they did during Robert's Rebellion. now, she wishes they hadn't, now that she knows that the rebellion was based on a lie, based on the hormones of two impetuous youths who simply couldn't have contented themselves with rutting like countless others coupleshad done, but instead believed their love to be fated and true. the notion makes her want to laugh at their naiveté]

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[uptightness]

[A small pause.]

Most people don't like to be on the losing side.

[Carolina can speak from experience about that.]

But I am sorry about your house.

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[roseofthetyrells]

According to grandmother, she counseled father to stay out of it, out until the likely victor showed himself. But by then, father was the lord of House Tyrell and it was his decision to make.

[she collects herself]

I thank you for your condolences. House Tyrell rose high and fell hard. I did what I could to warn others of the danger we were in. But none would listen.

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[uptightness]

Sometimes people are too stubborn to listen. That I can tell you from experience.

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[roseofthetyrells]

...yes. That would describe the High Sparrow perfectly. He was so convinced that none could defy his gods that he ignored his death when it was staring him in the face.

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[uptightness]

The High Sparrow is akin to a priest or a pope?

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[roseofthetyrells]

He's a priest. The high priest whom all of the others must follow. He started his reign by destroying all of the brothels. He continued it by rounding up all the men who preferred to lay with other men.

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[uptightness]

Sounds like your world has a lot of the problems that mine did.

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[roseofthetyrells]

[her voice is very small at the moment] Oh. There are those with--with hatred towards men who lay with other men in your world?

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[uptightness]

There was a time, both men and women. Less so nowadays, although I can't speak for the entirely galaxy.

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[roseofthetyrells]

I suppose it would be asking far too much for such. . . sentiments to vanish entirely.

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[uptightness]

I sometimes feel that conflict is in our blood.

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[roseofthetyrells]

[in a far-away tone of voice] Yes. I suppose it is. No matter the world, no matter the circumstances. There will be conflict.

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[uptightness]

All we can do is try to work towards something better.

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[roseofthetyrells]

Yes. It's too late for me, but I've done my best to advise those for whom it's not too late. Perhaps. . . that advice will be useful?

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[uptightness]

It's always the question of whether the advice will be listened to. Sometimes, a person just needs to be in a certain time and a certain place.

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[roseofthetyrells]

I would like to think that Jon and Daenerys would take my advice. Grandmother's lessons weren't only to make me a pretty ornament on the arm of a king, they were to make me a ruling queen.