Eve sat stone still and eyes forward, she hardly made any motion or move save a very controlled breathing.  Just under the skin of her cheeks a very small motion could be seen, she was gnashing her teeth together hard.  she couldn't know all the innerworkings of Roslyn's mind, so she stood and waited until finally the woman sat and while staring at a wall, asked her a question.  That question set it in motion, movement from the Dornish woman, a jerking of her head back and then slowly, ever so slowly, she turned to look at Roslyn, even if the woman did not look to her.  "Go first?" she said, still softly spoken but with a bit of a bite in her tone.  "Dear lady, i have gone first at every juncture except name calling and rudeness where you are considered.  I have reached out, I have quite clearly and concisely 'gone first' every time there was opportunity.  Here in this room, I have gone first to tell you exactly what has been done.  My words are called lies, for there is no more words, our interactions have been a basket and letter, a tea and letter, then four other letters.  And for going first, this is only given you the wrongful tongue of calling me a liar." Evelyna Martell rose, smoothing her silk bottom of the dress she wore and stood tall, as tall as she could, she was rather short.  She looked to those in the room, nods given to those that were there before looking back to Roslyn's form on the chair.  "I've never wronged you.  My heart cuts when I think I've said an unkind word, it is not my nature to injure a person, by word or otherwise.  However, I will not be kept here and called liar and have my honor and loyalty to my words questioned.  No.  As for my brother and yours... I envy you for you relationship you had.  I was sent from my home as a child, I never even knew the man and if I did, I cannot remember a single thing of him.  An incident in Vaith robbed me of much of my childhood that I could recall, Ser Gabryel knows of that story.  And when I came here, I did go first.  I was, as I said, enamored with the legends and stories of the North, the Starks... I saw you and it was as if I saw a legend itself before me.  My letter and my gift was sent to you in that thought, as my brother ignored me and my sister refused to see me...I held tight to the good memories of my past and sought you out after I saw you that evening of Maiden's Day.  Because my solace for being forgotten in Vaith, was stories of your North, so I sought them here as I was forgotten again.  And you dismissed me in kind.  I am well worn with the feeling that you have to me, I've known it my entire life that I can remember.  And yet, I came here and i spoke every single word of explanation and truth.  I did so respectfully and without unkind words, tho you hurl a great many to me.  I will go first, my lady." and with that she would turn to leave unless physically restrained and forced to stay.