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saera hadn’t been on the best terms with her mother lately, especially since arriving at king’s landing which brought more tension between the two for various reasons. she wanted to avoid the arguments for one night ( despite stirring them up after one too many glasses of wine ) and actually find delightment in the feast, which was at its wildest as the hour of the wolf approached and most of the guests were drunk.
“please, don’t move--” saera urged the person next to her as she took shelter at a random table, sinking into the seat so she could be out of view for her mother’s watchful gaze. she watched as helaena looked around before exiting the great hall. only then saera sat more comfortably, taking notice of which table happened to be her temporary hiding place; it was golden locks she’d used as a shield. “my apologies, lady lannister. how are you enjoying the feast?”