[— That’s a dragon. A real, living dragon. Small enough that he can’t think it would be much aid against whole armies of the dead, but from the stories he remembers, it will grow. Might be that it will grow until it’s large enough to swallow a horse.
It captures his attention enough that the idea of a queen sitting on the floor passes his notice, and that he doesn’t think much about her strange clothes.
He offer her his hand, if she wants the help standing.]
Your room?
[He sounds dubious. Is it right for her to take strange men there? Not just in terms of what her watchers think, but in terms of her safety. A man does not belong in a lady’s bedchamber unless there’s some understanding between them.]
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It captures his attention enough that the idea of a queen sitting on the floor passes his notice, and that he doesn’t think much about her strange clothes.
He offer her his hand, if she wants the help standing.]
Your room?
[He sounds dubious. Is it right for her to take strange men there? Not just in terms of what her watchers think, but in terms of her safety. A man does not belong in a lady’s bedchamber unless there’s some understanding between them.]