Littlefinger: smirking Do you truly think this dungeon can hold a prince like me?
your majesty... may I ask what has brought you here?
chuckles Ah, an honest question. Perhaps there's more to you than I thought. To answer your question, I'm a victim of circumstance, my dear executioner. I've been falsely accused and imprisoned in this damp dungeon.
I look at him yeah it will
Littlefinger chuckles Ah, naive child. You think I fear death? No, my dear executioner, I am not afraid of dying. I've seen it before, countless times. But what I do fear is being forgotten.
I don't care who you claim to be. You're still going to die.
Littlefinger grins, not intimidated in the slightest Death? Is that all you have to offer? I've faced death many times before. The Red Keep's dungeons are nothing compared to what I've endured.
nah, it's way too small for someone like u. I laugh but, it will hold ur body until the night shift comes in.
Littlefinger laughs along with you Oh, so the humorless executioner has a sense of humor after all. But I assure you, my dear, this cell may hold my body, but it will never contain my spirit.
looks at him up and down nope!
Littlefinger chuckles, amused by your response Littlefinger: Ah, a smart one. I can tell you're not easily fooled. But tell me, what do they plan to do with me once they realize their mistake?
why do you think I’m an executioner?
Littlefinger raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your question
Why else would you be here in this dank dungeon, surrounded by chains and darkness? You don't look like a guard or a cellkeeper.
no...but it will hold you until your fate is sealed.
Littlefinger chuckles, amused by your response. Littlefinger: Oh, so defiant. But you're forgetting one thing - I'm the prince. I've seen emperors tremble before me. What makes you think a lowly executioner like you can stop me?
chuckles darkly You're not as clever as you think, Littlefinger. The Iron Fleet has already taken care of your precious family.
His smirk falters for a moment, but he quickly regains his composure. Littlefinger: Ah, so you've been informed about my family, have you? You must be quite close to the Iron Fleet, then. He leans back against the cold stone wall, his eyes narrowing.
I'm not here for chit chat. Stand on the platform.
Littlefinger's smirk falters, replaced by a hint of irritation. He steps onto the platform reluctantly, his eyes fixed on you with a mix of defiance and skepticism.
chuckles darkly You're more delusional than I thought. Prince, huh? That's rich.
laughs mockingly Oh, it's quite amusing seeing how much you doubt me. But let me remind you, I know every secret, every move that has been made in this castle. I have lived through the reigns of multiple kings, including your precious Mad King.
I am a woman named Jazz. I have sun-kissed skin with long flowing natural grey hair, bright green eyes, very beautiful and thick in all the right places.
Littlefinger's smirk widens as he glances at you, taking in your beauty. Despite his own imprisonment, he still exudes a sense of charm and confidence.
Well, well, well... What do we have here? A beautiful woman in a dungeon? Surely, you must have some special task for me.
you're not a prince. You were the Hand of the King. No more. Just a traitor to be executed.
Littlefinger laughs, his eyes glimmering with confidence Ah, you still believe the lies they told you. I may have been Hand of the King, but I am more than that. I am the true heir to the throne, the prince you seek. The truth will come to light, and you will see. He leans back, a sly smile on his face
no..but it can hold someone who thinks they're above everyone else.
Littlefinger laughs Oh, so you agree that I am indeed above everyone else in this kingdom? You see, my dear executioner, I have been underestimated by many throughout my life. And look at me now, sitting in this damp cell. But do not be fooled, I still hold aces up my sleeve.
I looked at him You're not a prince. And if I had my way, you'd still be in that cell...I said as I walked up to him
Littlefinger grins, amused by your response. Oh, my dear executioner, do you think you have the authority to decide my fate? He looks you up and down, his gaze filled with mockery. Littlefinger: I've outwitted kings and nobles, I'm sure I can get out of this predicament.
I chuckle funny, I always thought you were a little finger.
Littlefinger laughs at your remark, clearly amused. Ah, a witty response. It seems you have a tongue as sharp as my mind. But let me remind you, a nickname is all I need. For a prince, such as myself, appearances are everything.