“I am certain most of them are praying for a short winter every day.”, the raven haired woman mumbled quietly. Of course the common folk craved the summer to return, after all, no matter how well the great castles are stocked, there was always the fear that it would not be enough and those that had worked for the harvest were usually the ones that suffered first, but during a long summer there was usually more than enough food for everyone. If were just for the farmers and the low-born, Relena would have join them in their prayers, but she could not help think of something else when people spoke of the end of winter.
And apparently the queen was not the only one that didn’t think of the farmers when it came to the return of summer, because Lady Sansa seemed to think of the exact same matter. Just a moment later the young woman began speaking about the impending wedding that could soon happen when the snow melted and how excited she was, for she had seen many weddings, but never a royal one and if she hadn’t known any better Relena would have claimed that the red haired Stark was the bride to be, since she seemed far more excited than the Baratheon woman. Soon Relena found herself listening to the oldest daughter of her Hand, talking about fabrics for wedding gowns and embroidery patterns. As the girl kept on talking, the young stag did her best to keep a sigh from leaving her lips and leaned back in her chair, a golden goblet, filled with wine in her hand, suddenly understanding why she had seen her mother in the exact same position so often.
Relena’s thoughts trailed off as soon as Sansa began talking about sewing patterns, she was in fact paying so little attention that she had not noticed that the young lady had already stopped talking to her and long started bickering with her sister about something she hadn’t heard. It wasn’t until the queen noticed Viserys waving towards her cousin that her mind returned to the dinner and her guests.
He barley noticed the talk of wedding dresses that Sansa kept droning on about to Relena. That was, until, Sansa decided to take Viserys’s lack of people to talk to and continued the wedding talk. Which left Viserys like a fearful deer, wide eyed and on edge. Talk of food and drink occurred and he just danced around the subject giving half answers and suggested ideas to the girl. The dragon spoke to the young girl’s father, hoping he’d have more insight on what a royal wedding would be like. Arya seemed content enough to just stab her food and make small talk with whomever would talk with her.
The night dragged on for what seemed an eternity and Stannis cleared his throat, questioning Viserys on some political topics and the like, which he abstained from knowing full well it was not his place to discuss what Stannis was trying to get him to do. Viserys was unsure as to why but figured he was gauging Viserys and his role and just how far he could push the dragon. “These would all be questions you should ask your queen, Lord Baratheon. I haven’t the faintest of clues. Now, Lady Sansa….You suggested Lemon Cake for the wedding cake? Wouldn’t that be too much…lemon?” He asked, wrinkling his nose up at the idea as Sansa gave a small laugh, watching Arya join in clearly not liking the idea of that much lemon cake.
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