[And so, a day or so later, Ling Yao does indeed arrive on the Blue Fish fortunately while the first mate is away. There is of course the peculiarity that Ling Yao has the same exact body as Greed - but the similarities end there. His voice is lighter and higher pitched, his mannerisms much looser and relaxed, and he wears an expression of quiet contentment as opposed to Greed's smug arrogance. Rather than Greed's penchant for blacks, he dresses in the white and gold colors of his clan.
He waits in the cargo bay with his arms folded into his sleeves, seemingly lost in thought, sleeping, or perhaps just in meditation.]
[Robb does not recognize the man right off the bat when he approaches him. He looks as if he is of high birth. A prince indeed. Yet the clothes look odd. Not something he is familiar with.]
[For a short moment he gazes at the older man, noticing how he seems to be caught up in his own thoughts.]
Your grace? [Robb sounds overly formal when he speaks. As if the other man has come to ask him for Sansa’s hand instead of a simple walk.]
Robb Stark. [While he talks he straightens his back a bit more, a stern expression on his face.] It is good to meet in person. [The safety of his sister means a lot to him and silently he hopes he is able to stop feeling guilty over absolutely everything one day.]
You wish to court my sister, is it not? I appreciate that you have contacted me first about it.
I am her brother first. [The smile on his face is small and overly polite.] All I want for you is that you are careful with her. [Oh, and...] Respect her wishes.
We will see about that. [Because in Robb’s head they were all going home as soon as possible, and this man had nothing to offer to the North.] I do not think she will have great plans of that sort. [And I hope you do not have those either.]
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I will look into it.
You may come to the Blue Fish. I will inform captain Sokka about your arrival.
Robb Stark,
First of His Name
King in the North, King of the Trident, Lord of Winterfell
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He waits in the cargo bay with his arms folded into his sleeves, seemingly lost in thought, sleeping, or perhaps just in meditation.]
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[For a short moment he gazes at the older man, noticing how he seems to be caught up in his own thoughts.]
Your grace? [Robb sounds overly formal when he speaks. As if the other man has come to ask him for Sansa’s hand instead of a simple walk.]
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I am Ling Yao. [He presses a fist against his open palm and offers a slight bow.] It is an honor, your grace.
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You wish to court my sister, is it not? I appreciate that you have contacted me first about it.
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Well you are her king. I would hate to be a cause of discord between the two of you.
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[He is curious to find out if this actually does potentially lead to marriage. Because that wasn't the original plan.]
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[This entirely contradictory to how these things are already always planned. He is for instance already planned to have fifty wives.]
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At times marriages can be rather sudden. And unexpected.
[His voice stays calm and polite.]
I rather not want you to something like that.
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Have a good time with my sister, your grace. Make her smile.
[He reaches out to pat Ling's arm in a friendly way.]