addressed to : erik lannister / @unchartedfates .
location : draconidis ball .
“ do you know any targaryens , lord ? ” maery aims the question at what she suspects to be a lannister lord — the lannister lord , maybe . “ i’ve heard plenty a rumour that the lannisters have licked the toes of the dragon for eons , ” she quips , hand waving through the air and dark irises flicking to the open sky above them , “ but i suppose in the name of empirical inquiry , i ought to ask one myself . ” she watches him expectantly , eyes the size of fine , royal china . “ you are of house lannister , aren’t you ? ” her winters spent holed up at pyke within reach of the fire’s warm radius , coupled with her stubborn reluctance to travel southbound unless it was to dorne left the greyjoy princess with a startlingly sparse knowledge of the southern houses . she knew them by name , but not by countenance — something she intended to remedy during her time in king’s landing .
