Sansa blushes and her eyes flick down to the gown, it was embroidered with small blue and red flowers on a field of green satin. “Y-yes.” She nods. “Mother taught me to embroider.” She explains. “I’ve always enjoyed it, but the gown did get somewhat tedious to embroider, it’s mostly just the same pattern repeated.” She lets him sweep her along the dance floor, her deep blue eyes fixed on his violet ones.
She wasn’t so used to having the attention be all on her, as the behaved daughter most of the time she fell by the wayside as her mother tried to curb Arya’s shenanigans. It was nice, to have the prince be paying attention to her. “Oh Dragons. Do you think that will really happen? It’s been hundreds of years since there were last Dragons in Westeros?”
She glances over to the doors where the Septa is ushering the wolf pups out of the room. “OUr wolves are lovely but some of them are a bit too wild. Nymeria and Shaggydog especially. My Lady is wonderfully behaved though.”
“I have no doubt you will be able to do even more elaborate patterns in weeks to come” Viserys told the Princess as his gaze lingered on her dress for a bit longer before he replied to her questions and he gave a nod. Of course it had to happen. Their were three dragons among his fathers children and three dragons eggs, it only made sense. They would fulfill the prophecy of the Prince that was Promised with three heads of the dragon.
“Of course I do. There’s nothing to suggest that they won’t come back at all.” He answered “Direwolves were gone for two hundred years and yet there they are” He gestured to where they had gone off to. “The wolves are truly like their masters, what of the other wolves? Are they more like Lady or the wilder ones?” He asked as they proceeded to finish the song out to dance and kissed her hand, his lips gently brushing her skin ever so lightly. “I’m glad we’ve finally been able to meet, Princess Sansa your fathers letter to my own did not do justice enough.”
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