“But of course, Princess” Viserys spoke softly as he greeted the Northern girl, making sure his full attention was on her and her alone as he swept her off into the dance that was going on, gliding with her across the floor and making the dancing look as easy as breathing to the people watching. “Your gown is beautiful, did you embroider it yourself?” He asked, thinking of what to ask her and other ways to converse with Sansa.
It wasn’t that he was nervous per say, but a bit more on edge than he would have liked. Being in a new strange environment added with more strangers than he’d have liked to be around was not doing well for Viserys and he could feel paranoia trying to creep it’s way in as they danced. “My sister was given dragon eggs for her most recent name day. She hopes they will hatch soon, a dragon for herself, Rhaegar and myself, is what she says.” The prince mentioned as his eyes caught a glimpse of one of the dire wolves attempting to enter the party and being shooed away by a Septa. “Your pets are quite beautiful…but not as beautiful as their owners”
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