@wolvesteel
Margaery had been busy as of late and that meant there was less things for Mira to do as her handmaiden. While it was liberating to be free, it was also rather boring for the lady. She'd taken to studying the items she owned and admiring the gifts that her family had presented her with--she'd even written a letter to her dear Mother, telling her about everything that had recently come to happen. There had been trying times within King's Landing, as of late, and it was not at all like she imagined--okay, she wasn't sure what she imagined but it certainly wasn't this. Mira was polite -- she spoke when spoken to and she said her thank you's to the servants that entered her chambers. She was still a northern girl at heart, though. So when Lady Sansa appeared at her door and not the servant boy she was so used to frequently seeing, she was surprised, to say the least. Hues widened just slightly, before she bowed her head. ❝ My lady, what can I do for you? ❞ She opened the door, offering the lady entrance to her chambers, unsure if she would take it but she did nonetheless. Mira had never had the pleasure of meeting Lady Sansa -- she knew of her, of course. She knew that Sansa had originally been set to be betrothed to the King -- well, until Lady Margaery that is. Mira had felt somewhat conflicted, as her family were loyal bannermen to House Stark and she did not know who her duty fell to. She offered a smile to the lady, taking note of how dishevelled her room seemed now that she had a guest. Pools laid upon the scattered papers at her desk and she berated herself for at least not making the place presentable. ❝ I'm sorry, my lady. I wasn't expecting guests -- forgive me for the mess. ❞