#swordstart

her attention is lost on present company, nodding along to words she doesn't seem to hear. the lady tully knows her weakness is clear during small talk, unable to pretend to seem interested. someone walks by and she spots them out of her peripheral vision, jumping up from her seat to take interest in something else. " it was lovely to speak with you, my lord, but i forgot i have prior arrangements... " said in passing to her company, now focused on who she's latched onto for rescuing, " come, let us walk. are you enjoying the excitement ? "

"his highness and i are honored by your presence." there are so few instances for hosting foreign guests in winterfell that lynara finds it a good distraction, a way of turning her brain off from all the circumstances of her life — ironically, one of those is this very wedding. "you look positively wondrous, my liege. have you come up with the concept to your outfit yourself?"

as   the   knight   is   knocked   from   his   steed   and   does   not   rise,      nymeria   shakes   her   head   in   disapproval.      she'd   had   such   high   hopes   for   this   one.      “      what   poor   luck.      ”   although   stricken   with   annoyance,   strict   diplomacy   means   a   tight   smile   spreads   across   the   lips   of   dornish   princesss,     “      i'll   concede   defeat,      this   time.      perhaps   i'll   have   more   luck   with   the   next.      ”   

"There now you cherubic angel, let's see that smile again?" grinned Caria as she tickled the small toddler, she now carried in her arms. "Oh, pardon me, " she called out to someone who had just passed down the end of the corridor and hurried to the other. "But would you happen to know who are the parents of this sweet little girl?" she asked urgently. "I think she got separated by accident from them or her caretaker."