Friends were another thing Daenerys had had few of -- and she didn't know that she even really knew what it meant at this point -- but somehow, though she knew she should be suspicious (it was safer), she couldn't bring herself to be anything but intrigued by the notion. To say nothing of Margaery's oh-so-familiar touches. "I would be honored," she replied, still relying on courtesy and the like until she had a better sense of what was going on.
But in response to the next part, she chose her words even more carefully. The hints of a lack of trust that had been ingrained in her, the manners and careful lies that had been even more so, a genuine lack of conviction as pertained to Margaery's intentions in saying it.
Finally, she settled on, "You needn't apologize. I grew used to such things long ago." Not from the Starks themselves -- they'd always been polite enough to her, looked out for her if with reservations -- but from nearly everyone else she'd ever come into contact with. Saying so was perhaps more wry than she'd usually allow herself to be, but the sort of rote answer she'd give anyone else wouldn't hardly do here. "If it does not trouble anyone, though, I think I would like to see Highgarden." Well, she'd not been out of the North until coming to King's Landing, and the North, while removed from this courtly unpleasantness, hadn't particularly suited her, either.
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But in response to the next part, she chose her words even more carefully. The hints of a lack of trust that had been ingrained in her, the manners and careful lies that had been even more so, a genuine lack of conviction as pertained to Margaery's intentions in saying it.
Finally, she settled on, "You needn't apologize. I grew used to such things long ago." Not from the Starks themselves -- they'd always been polite enough to her, looked out for her if with reservations -- but from nearly everyone else she'd ever come into contact with. Saying so was perhaps more wry than she'd usually allow herself to be, but the sort of rote answer she'd give anyone else wouldn't hardly do here. "If it does not trouble anyone, though, I think I would like to see Highgarden." Well, she'd not been out of the North until coming to King's Landing, and the North, while removed from this courtly unpleasantness, hadn't particularly suited her, either.