how do i title it so that I can look for 320 keys but my buy out is 340 keys ? <| sep |> maybe you ' re just a weeaboo <| sep |> Let ' s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle calling the pot . <| sep |> You could switch teams . ?<| sep |> The queen . It had been a long time since Arlan had last seen the late King ' s widow too long , perhaps , by some reckonings . His younger sister had always been a far closer companion to the Penrose woman , spending hours in one another ' s company doing . whatever it was that they did . The Lord of Oldtown himself had always spent more time with Axel than his wife duty demanded it , and all the more fiercely once King Axel passed . But here she was , at Prince Beron ' s gathering . Well , by the look of her , though mayhaps sill morning the loss of a spouse . It seemed illtimed to approach her , dressed as he was in Tyrell colours in what was undoubtedly a Lannister party , but to avoid her seemed all the more callous . In the end , however , he would rather be brazen than brusque . And so the decision was made . It was later in the evening by the time he made his way over weaving through lords and knights , squires and servants . Though not quite as crowded as Orys ' gathering had been , Beron ' s certainly had a higher portion of the nobility men and women from across the realm , at least one from each kingdom save the Isles . Finally Arlan emerged on the other side , only feet away from the Queen Dowager himself . An idle hand smoothed out any last wrinkles from his doublet , a breath to clear the mind , and then Your grace ? The greeting was posed as a question , for Arlan could not tell if he had been seen or not due to the angle of his approach . He stopped a few steps away all the same , and bowed when her eyes met his own . Forgive me for choosing now to speak to you again , my lady , but with the circumstances my time has not often been my own . All the same , my condolences for your loss . I hope these past few months have treated you as well as one might hope .