among the betrothal celebrations, DAERA TARGARYEN takes two goblets and strides across the ballroom. the crowds don't part, not as they do the king, but space is given nonetheless. it takes little time to settle beside STEFFON TYRELL, smile on her face. // @solwinters
"this is a sight to behold," she says on her approach, already offering one of the goblets to the tyrell heir. "i think this is the first time i've seen a frown etched on your face more often than a smile."
his displeasure is nearly similar to that of her goodsibling. but the prince of dorne didn't quite display their bitterness as openly; still, she preferred steffon's reaction. not only because it was easier to navigate, but it felt familiar. lately, she craves that more than anything.
"will you dance with elinor tonight, or will you leave her to spin around with her new beau?"