Was the Tyrell girl trying to drive her to distraction? She couldn't imagine it was intentional, but for whatever reason it was certainly having that effect, enough that she had to take a deep breath, pause to think of her answer before opening her mouth again.
"It isn't that," she began hesitantly, "I've heard..." Say the wrong thing, she knew, and she'd come off falsely modest, cloying, or she'd come off somehow more ungrateful than she ought before the future queen, or she'd come off any number of things. "Well, it's not that I've never been complimented, but it's rarely been so -- so much something I could trust."
Rarely, not never (she had done her best not to think of Jon since arriving here, but sometimes, as now, he'd spring to memory and it would call a faint blush to her cheeks). But rare enough that it still didn't seem normal to her.
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"It isn't that," she began hesitantly, "I've heard..." Say the wrong thing, she knew, and she'd come off falsely modest, cloying, or she'd come off somehow more ungrateful than she ought before the future queen, or she'd come off any number of things. "Well, it's not that I've never been complimented, but it's rarely been so -- so much something I could trust."
Rarely, not never (she had done her best not to think of Jon since arriving here, but sometimes, as now, he'd spring to memory and it would call a faint blush to her cheeks). But rare enough that it still didn't seem normal to her.