"Robb, I'm a Dornish girl in the north set to marry a northerner if that isn't the most ridiculous thing you've had ever heard"
"It's not, you speak about white walkers as if they're real."
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The colour had drained from his sisters face, her once rich tawny brown skin had taken a ghostly grey undertone, like a thin piece of tea soaked parchment. He hadn't expected her to be her usual glowing self, not with everything that had happened in the past few days but it was still a shock.
"O Borin, it's you." Liliana said flatly, she was so use to his coming and going that his arrival no longer sparked the same surge of adrenaline that it use to. "I thought you'd be happier to see me, sister" Liliana cast her eyes up to her younger brother, he'd grown in their time spent apart the cape Robb had helped him pick out before his departure no longer dragged on the grown but instead swung above his ankles. The corners of her mouth pulled upward into a slight smile, it warmed her heart to see him again. despite the fact he hadn't been gone all that long it was obvious to her that her brother had grown some both in length and in width, Dorne must of fed him well. The emerald green fabric around his head drowned out the features of his face.
"Perhaps if you took that hood off and let me see your face I'd be happier. I feel as though I'm talking to a stranger "
At this he smirked, "You sound just like mother."Borin pulled the hood from his head and allowed the fabric it to fall back against his shoulders.
"You know I love you brother, but please don't compare me to your mother again."
"She asked about you a lot."
"I didn't know she followed you to Dorne, isn't it still too dangerous?"
It was no secret that the Crayne's weren't exactly popular in Dorne and though houses had agreed to be civil, there were still a number of people who were seeking revenge.
"She didn't, I made a pitstop before coming back."
"Do you regret making the stop, now you know about Sansa heading south?"
"Not in the slightest, my presence wouldn't have changed the courses of fate. Somethings we have no choice in Liliana you should know that"
He was right Lilliana knew too well the the absence of choice, her whole life had been decided for her and she only seemed to be realising that seventeen years in. Though that factor had nothing to do with fate and as wise as her brother occasionally seemed he was too naive to see the truth, fate was a myth created by man to justify their actions.
"You're right I know that fact all too well, but what you don't see brother, Is that men are the masters of fate in this world. The only things you don't control is life and I suppose in some instances death."
He stared at her blankly in response as if the words she spoke where that of foreign tongue. So she gave up turned away from her brother and stalked toward her bed. "I'm tired Borin, perhaps it's better we catch up tomorrow."
"Christene told me you've been helping care for Arya and Rickon. You must be exhausted but can't you spare your brother a few minutes. I only wish to talk " She threw herself back on the bed and sighed, " I've never managed to shut you up before."
