[D3 LN] Meeting Minds (Maester Hubert's Study)

[Alicent Feyther]

Alicent curtsied. Even only dressed in her nightclothes, she could have proper decorum. "Please pardon me, then. I should try to get some little sleep." She nodded to Hubert. "I'll keep all this to myself and leave it to your recognizance what should be shared and with whom."

[Maester Hubert]

“Very good, lass,” Hubert answered, with a hint of condescension. Turning to Simon, “see to it that you keep your mouth properly shut, too, ghosts seek vengeance on those who speak ill of them, and we don’t need to be panicking people by spreading it around how she rightly died.”

[Alicent Feyther]

Her eyebrows twitched. "I'm capable of discretion without an imaginary threat to keep me in line. I know it must be shattering to imagine I might have a lick of sense in my head, but it happens from time to time. Good night, Maesters," she responded before nodding to both of them and stepping out of the room.

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[Maester Hubert]

Hubert scoffed as Alicent departed, "women, so sensitive."

[Maester Simon]

“I will tell Lord Bromley what he needs to know, and no more,” Hubert huffed. “I know you are fresh out of the Citadel, Simon, your young brain full of inquiry, but don’t go looking for shadowcats where there’s only a tabby. The question of who stabbed the girl, I leave to Ser Kenway.”

"Very well. Unfortunate that something like this should occur during the tournament, but I am sure Ser Kenway will sort things out." As long as no more bodies showed up, he'd let it lie. Chances that this murder had anything to do with Tremaine situation was minuscule.

Hubert scoffed as Alicent departed, "women, so sensitive."

"Uhmmh." Simon nodded in agreement and then shrugged, not wishing to speculate further on the matter. "It is known."

Yawning, he turned to Hubert. "I'll take my leave as well. The night is late."

[Maester Hubert]

Grunting, "very good. Be well."

[Maester Simon]

"Good night." Simon bobbed his head once more before making his...

/exit