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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cor Azer" data-source="post: 5635586" data-attributes="member: 870">He knows! thinks Jacelynn, a slight panic flashing across her face. He's not exposing me though. That's good... I can work this out."Thank you Ser Laton, for the offer, but I must attend to the Lady Palla. The maester was unsure when she'd wake." Jacelynn flexes her knees to curtsy but catches herself, grimaces slightly, and bows her head instead. "Ser Jarl, my honor to meet you, however briefly."Maiden help me! Squires don't curtsy! Think girl!Jacelynn turns and begins walking towards the door when it opens. Haken holds the door open for Adham, one of the strongest House Vantri guards, who cradles the still unconscious Palla in his arms. Behind the guard, Maester Karlon walks, repeatedly folding and unfolding a wet cloth."This way, Adham. Ser Laton got the lady a room over here."Jacelynn hurries over to Palla's side. "Is she well?" She barely tosses a glance at the maester as she asks."Well enough to move, but still resting.  A good night's sleep should do wonders for her recovery.""Thank you Maester." Jacelynn bites her lip as she watches the hefty guard carry the pregnant woman, timidly stretching out her hand to help support Palla's weight. She tosses a side glance at the merchant, but although Raquinno eyes Palla, he says nothing.A loud harumph cuts into the air. See Gough looks over at Jacelynn, although he clearly is admiring Palla. "Pray tell, squire. Where is the Lady's husband? She has the look of a Lynderly, yet I've not heard of any of Lord Wyman's girls being married." His voices trails off, a lecherous hunger apparent.May the Stranger take you you fat - "That is none of your concern, Ser.""On the contrary, boy." Contempt and anger can be heard in the knight's voice. "It is my maester who cares for her. I have every right to know where her lord husband is so I can ensure she is returned safely to him." Ser Gough's voice softens only slightly, but a wolfish grin creeps in. "Unless... Unless she has no husband? Is that it, boy? Does your wench of a lady carry a bastard in her belly?"Oh Gods, don't cry. Squires don't cry, thinks Jacelynn. Seven help me, don't let me cry...</blockquote>

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