There’s a flash of panic to her face as he turns to her- but she quickly banishes it in favor of a mask of neutrality- no matter how her heart beats frantically in her chest. She turns to him and moves quickly into a well-practiced curtsy, lowering herself as far as possible, “Your Majesty.” She says, softly, waiting for his command to rise, eyes cast demurely to the ground. “It is an honor.” She does not know how to feel in his presence, but she knows a thing or two about appeasing royalty. He doesn’t seem angry, not yet, but it is best to play things safely.
He smiles, well-pleased with her. "Thank you, Lady Sansa. You may rise and take a seat on the stool. The mug with the ram is for you. And may I say that you have much better manners than I am used to Travelers having."
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