Daenerys returned the smile, albeit distantly (most of her smiles were the slightest bit distant, in truth, she was used to being guarded). “I would be glad,” she murmured, before she could stop herself adding, “I understand the loneliness of court well.” Or the loneliness of any life. It had been a near-constant state for her, for truth. “And I’ve heard much of your grandmother, meeting her would be an honor as well.”
She was only on guard with Margaery as much as she was on guard with anyone – which was to say a certain level of it was unavoidable. She was ever-conscious of how her behavior might be interpreted and how to interpret the behavior of those around her, and she was used to assuming – not the worst, but hardly the best of people.
Margaery, though, was not quite sending up the warning signs that Daenerys had come to look for. And she was intriguing, certainly.
The compliment caught her off-guard, and she was sure it was written all over her face; Margaery was allying with the Lannisters, true, but Daenerys wasn’t sure of how much of that was her own doing and how much was her family’s. A family, she knew, that had supported her own during the war. But usually remarks about her physical appearance were accompanied with lewd expressions or some sort of passive-aggressive tone, so this? This was something new, and all she could say in response was, “Oh. Th-thank you.”
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She was only on guard with Margaery as much as she was on guard with anyone – which was to say a certain level of it was unavoidable. She was ever-conscious of how her behavior might be interpreted and how to interpret the behavior of those around her, and she was used to assuming – not the worst, but hardly the best of people.
Margaery, though, was not quite sending up the warning signs that Daenerys had come to look for. And she was intriguing, certainly.
The compliment caught her off-guard, and she was sure it was written all over her face; Margaery was allying with the Lannisters, true, but Daenerys wasn’t sure of how much of that was her own doing and how much was her family’s. A family, she knew, that had supported her own during the war. But usually remarks about her physical appearance were accompanied with lewd expressions or some sort of passive-aggressive tone, so this? This was something new, and all she could say in response was, “Oh. Th-thank you.”