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The Notherners were a funny lot. It seemed that no matter what the musicians played, it appears they sang what they pleased and danced how they wanted. It seemed a glorious way to be, Jayce thought, and perhaps that was why he felt such a kinship with them, despite hailing from The Vale.
Of course, he had seen the continent, spending time in all four of the Kingdoms of Westeros, North, South, Dorne and The Iron Islands. He had been to King’s Landing, won tourneys there, glimpsed the Targaryens from afar, but though he could identify them on sight, he knew little about them. That drew his curiosity, and when he found himself face to face with the youngest princess, he couldn’t help but let his curiosity take over.
“Princess,” he greeted her, with all the manners his mother had taught him. “Allow me to welcome you to The North.” Though a man of the mountains, he was on the King’s Small Council, and a such, it was his duty. He gestured to the seat beside her, silently asking her permission to take it. “The Northerners certainly know how to put on a show. I hope you are enjoying yourself?”