Date/Time: 2014-05-09 08:06 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] ungentle
ungentle: (twisted battered bait me bait me)
"She is," Daenerys murmured, gazing down at her own hands for a moment. "I worry about her for that reason." Not that she herself couldn't play sweet, but she had always done as a defense and anyway Sansa wore it more naturally, and she'd seen her hurt for it so many times since the move to this city.

But she didn't have to say any of that to Margaery, did she? It was clear as day. And considering how much of that hurt had been at the hands of Margaery's intended, she didn't exactly feel it her place to comment, either. Instead, she made a conscious effort to seem more relaxed.

"If I'm to tell you any secrets at all," she mused, watching the other woman carefully, "I'll certainly need to have more to drink." As if to prove it, she took another sip of her wine, then tried for a smile.

Gods, even smiles were something she had to consciously give out, she could swear some days that she didn't even know how to naturally give them out anymore. "I'm not even sure what I could ask of you, what I could truly need." Other than freedom from the court and indeed this life she'd been made to live, but that was a tall order.
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