"There is something I should at least mention, before I bring you home. And the night is mild in spite of the seasonΒ β why waste it in some boring car?"
There is, in fact, more than one thing she should mention. There is Robert Baratheon, for one, ever looming, massive as her loathing for him. There are her father's expectations, there are her own wants for her future, and her duties, and the ways she has strayed and stayed true at once. None of this she wants to think of in his presence, when she is tasting the rich taste of happiness.
She leads the way by taking his hand, and guiding him along the river's promenade. Much as she misses the sea, the vastness of these waters please her just the same, and it is a sight like this, with a distant boat or two glittering past, and the city's light rivalling that of the stars and moon above. "My grandfather used to keep lions. Illegal now, of course, so I settled for something smaller. You are not allergic to cats, are you?"
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There is, in fact, more than one thing she should mention. There is Robert Baratheon, for one, ever looming, massive as her loathing for him. There are her father's expectations, there are her own wants for her future, and her duties, and the ways she has strayed and stayed true at once. None of this she wants to think of in his presence, when she is tasting the rich taste of happiness.
She leads the way by taking his hand, and guiding him along the river's promenade. Much as she misses the sea, the vastness of these waters please her just the same, and it is a sight like this, with a distant boat or two glittering past, and the city's light rivalling that of the stars and moon above. "My grandfather used to keep lions. Illegal now, of course, so I settled for something smaller. You are not allergic to cats, are you?"