[ She would have bolted then and there, had it not been for the fact that his men were in sight and he stayed there watching like a hawk until she reached them. One of his men dismounted, ready to offer her his horse, and she shook her head a little too forcefully. ]
Please don't make me get on that thing.
[ They laughed at her, and the other dismounted as well. They would walk the rest of the way. They seemed more comfortable without Ren there, looser in the shoulders, though it was obvious that neither of them knew what to do with her. She learned their names: Ser LeHuse and Ser Versio both came from the Reach, though they belonged to lower houses that pledged their banners early to the King's family. One of them was a firstborn whose house had been dishonored by Snoke, and he was paying the price; the other was third in line for his father's inheritance and knew he had no hope. It was either the Citadel or the Kingsguard, thus — ]
You probably would have picked the Citadel if you'd known you'd be serving under Ren.
[ Neither of them laughed at that, even with him gone. They didn't quite knew what to do with her interest in these things, it seemed. They were not used to actual conversation with the common people, but neither were they used to moving around the circles that Ren did. They were in the middle somewhere, awkward and fumbling.
His men brought her to an inn where they could put up their horses. The innkeeper gave her a piteous look, even after they asked that two rooms be provided. The innkeeper set her up with a hot meal, at least, and offered to wash her clothes for her. It was with great reluctance that Rey admitted these were the only clothes she had, and she'd have to keep them. Still, she was grateful for the woman's charity.
It didn't mean that if she tried to run the woman would cover for her, but it reminded her that not everyone was like these Redcloaks.
She gathered around a table with his men to ask the question. ]
Why does Lord Ren want so badly to avoid King's Landing? [ She searched them. ] We'd already be out to sea if we'd gone out through the Blackwater. Did he break some girl's heart?
[ They offered mumbled assurances that Lord Ren made the decisions he knew he needed to make. But Rey pushed. ]
Sure, but you don't wish he'd at least tell you why?
[ Versio warned her to keep her mouth shut to that end unless she wanted to see Ren's temper again. And then he ordered his second warm mug of mead.
Rey slipped the knife from her silverware into her sling while he was at the bar and LeHuse had turned to watch as the door opened, welcoming Ren's dark shadow inside. She'd cut it close, and his men had proven too loyal, but at least she got something out of this short period beyond his scrutiny.
'Don't move,' LeHuse told her as he went to greet Ren at the door and offer him a key. Rey glanced around, impatient and nervous, and saw that two of the innkeeper's girls had gotten their arms around Versio. ]
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Please don't make me get on that thing.
[ They laughed at her, and the other dismounted as well. They would walk the rest of the way. They seemed more comfortable without Ren there, looser in the shoulders, though it was obvious that neither of them knew what to do with her. She learned their names: Ser LeHuse and Ser Versio both came from the Reach, though they belonged to lower houses that pledged their banners early to the King's family. One of them was a firstborn whose house had been dishonored by Snoke, and he was paying the price; the other was third in line for his father's inheritance and knew he had no hope. It was either the Citadel or the Kingsguard, thus — ]
You probably would have picked the Citadel if you'd known you'd be serving under Ren.
[ Neither of them laughed at that, even with him gone. They didn't quite knew what to do with her interest in these things, it seemed. They were not used to actual conversation with the common people, but neither were they used to moving around the circles that Ren did. They were in the middle somewhere, awkward and fumbling.
His men brought her to an inn where they could put up their horses. The innkeeper gave her a piteous look, even after they asked that two rooms be provided. The innkeeper set her up with a hot meal, at least, and offered to wash her clothes for her. It was with great reluctance that Rey admitted these were the only clothes she had, and she'd have to keep them. Still, she was grateful for the woman's charity.
It didn't mean that if she tried to run the woman would cover for her, but it reminded her that not everyone was like these Redcloaks.
She gathered around a table with his men to ask the question. ]
Why does Lord Ren want so badly to avoid King's Landing? [ She searched them. ] We'd already be out to sea if we'd gone out through the Blackwater. Did he break some girl's heart?
[ They offered mumbled assurances that Lord Ren made the decisions he knew he needed to make. But Rey pushed. ]
Sure, but you don't wish he'd at least tell you why?
[ Versio warned her to keep her mouth shut to that end unless she wanted to see Ren's temper again. And then he ordered his second warm mug of mead.
Rey slipped the knife from her silverware into her sling while he was at the bar and LeHuse had turned to watch as the door opened, welcoming Ren's dark shadow inside. She'd cut it close, and his men had proven too loyal, but at least she got something out of this short period beyond his scrutiny.
'Don't move,' LeHuse told her as he went to greet Ren at the door and offer him a key. Rey glanced around, impatient and nervous, and saw that two of the innkeeper's girls had gotten their arms around Versio. ]