event starter for @ffirekissed time : early night event : feast & ball
It killed her that the night was only early. How many feasts and balls and pretend celebrations she had been forced to attend with the Lannister's, to sit pretty and pretend like nothing was wrong, like she was there willingly even after they beheaded her father and put his head on a spike, forced her to look at it. Sitting in the Red Keep again was disgusting, made her feel dirty and tainted. All she wanted to do was go home, to return to Winterfell with her brother and King at her side, with the rest of their siblings around them too. The Stark's belonged in Winterfell, Direwolves belonged in the North, not in King's Landing, not in the South, none of them were safe here, even if one would think that Robb's position as Hand would keep him out of harm's way, but if anything it put all of them further in it.
All around her people laughed and chatted, discussed the latest fashion and what everyone was wearing. The Ladies she passed were fawning over young Lord's who had caught their eye. Sansa had no interest in any of it, even if she should have. Even if the girl she had been before she went south the first time would have been, even if Sansa Stark was known for loving fashion and balls and finding a suitor. She cared for none of it now. She needed no man to be strong, needed no fancy dresses to be seen for her worth. She was a wolf, and she would not wear a sheep's skin any longer.
Her eyes had been going from table to table, examining how everyone was acting. She had noted some glares towards the King and Princess, though more directed at him than at her, which she supposed she could understand. It seemed Daenerys had been content running Dragonstone with her Dragons roaming above it, natural in their habitats. She seemed more level headed, kinder, than the King. One could tell simply by making eye contact with them, she had noticed Daenerys smile and nod her head at a few people, whereas Viserys only forced a smile for looks, and scowled when they looked away. But she saw it all. Saw how Viserys took the spotlight and ran with it, while the Princess sat by her lonesome, not even a plate before her.
So when the King had gone to do whatever he was going to do, Sansa approached the table and took an empty seat near the Princess, turning her body towards her so that the two could talk over the noise of the festivities around them, her hands folding over the soft grey skirts of her dress, folding together to uphold the Lady like appearance that she was meant to have before someone of such a high status : but in Sansa's mind, the two women were equals, both Princesses, both Lady's of their houses.
"Princess Daenerys," She greeted with a little smile of her own. "I could not help but notice you have been sitting here by yourself all night, why don't you join me for some wine? Perhaps somewhere a little quieter. The noise makes it hard to talk."