~ Might you educate me as to where this might may be located? *Catherine leaned forward and became quite belligerent as she always was. "And what might you wish from France, Prince Targaren?"* Her voice firm.*
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*His purple orbs and white hair enamored her. Perhaps more than Sébastien or Louis. Of course she was ashamed of those affairs as Francis was her true love. Her soul mate. All of France and Scotland knew that. "My name is Catherine de' Medici. The Dowager Queen of France. My son, Francis II her ~
~ husband, *her hand lay out toward Mary.* has gone off to war." Catherine was one to get right to things.* Please forgive her. I wish to speak to you of your home country. May we walk and discuss it?
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Funny she had not heard of westeros, it was a distance away tho.
Not one to back down Aerion leaned forward a bit as he spoke slowly and directly to her.
His eye's locked with hers .
"First please call me Prince Aerion, second
With that he crossed his arm's together and waited in momentary silence.
Tho
He would speak of his home land if she also answered his questions.
He was also sent hear for a reason for a purpose wich he would revel in time.
He was suprised to see a Queen tho no Queen had ruled westeros, but Aerion was ++
But he also how she was capable of manipulation with regards to his father.
"Shall we walk then ?"