Peyton the Painter

[Lannister]

Peyton,

I would like to apologise for the earlier moment, the harping of onlookers and hecklers certainly did much to raise the issue of the situation, for this I was out of line.

I am sorry that I hurt you. Over the past few weeks I have been trying my best to help you deal with the anxieties you've been working through, offering myself as a pillar for you to lean against but I fear in this, there has been a confusion as to what we are.

Whilst I have a great fondness for you, I do not seek to be your lover, in sooth, I cannot be.

I was ever ready to stand at your side, your friend and a muse for your art, perhaps in this I offered myself to freely and from there the issue has deepend. I take the responsibility of this on my shoulders, I do not know how I was blind to it, but I was and in that blindness I have hurt you.

I pray to the Mother that you offer me the mercy of a second chance at friendship, but understanding, it is friendship I seek.

Yours faithfully,
Aurelio d'Lyon

[Synclair]

[A letter returned, hastily written. The penmanship is oddly poor.]

Aurelio,

It was what I expected. I'm used to this.

I should have sat you down sooner and clarified.

It is what it is.

It isn't you, it's the student. Who enjoys playing victim to play on the sympathies of others. She enjoys turning people against me and feigning ignorance. I'm sure you can see it, now. It's a game I've removed myself from. There are more important things than her, anyway.

I'll take part in the play. Only because I know Onion has worked extremely hard. I want the coin back.

Perhaps it's best we kept distance, for now.

Peyton