An anti-lord would be such a radical concept to grasp for Brienne. There are so many assumptions with title. Lord Commander, Lord Captain...Lord of this, that or the other, they're ingrained manners. So at the very least she is attempting to see him for his accomplishments. It's deep seated in her desire to be seen for hers, so very used to being thought of as an ugly joke of a woman.
Jaime Lannister, the golden lion with his tendency to buck decorum now and again would prefer title. Except when it came to her. His name weighs heavy on her as Oathkeeper at her hip and all her promises on it.
"I also have liked the burgers very well. S'more?" Burger is a very new word for her vocabulary. It comes out a little different, accent of the common tongue and all. Yeah. That delicious dessert thing is unknown as well. Huh. Well at least two out of three are in for another surprise. Brienne has liked nearly everything she's devoured so far. Except for the dark, dark beers. Since she's kept to wine.
Put together. That almost makes her frown. Again. "An island off the coast of The Stormlands. One of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. To my knowledge no other is from there in this place. ...Yourself?"
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Jaime Lannister, the golden lion with his tendency to buck decorum now and again would prefer title. Except when it came to her. His name weighs heavy on her as Oathkeeper at her hip and all her promises on it.
"I also have liked the burgers very well. S'more?" Burger is a very new word for her vocabulary. It comes out a little different, accent of the common tongue and all. Yeah. That delicious dessert thing is unknown as well. Huh. Well at least two out of three are in for another surprise. Brienne has liked nearly everything she's devoured so far. Except for the dark, dark beers. Since she's kept to wine.
Put together. That almost makes her frown. Again. "An island off the coast of The Stormlands. One of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. To my knowledge no other is from there in this place. ...Yourself?"