[It would be easy to not notice him, some sort of damaged creature, a vagrant mayhaps. Most of them flocked to nobility when walking in King's Landing, if one ever left the Keep. But Alayne has been taught to notice everything, to look and hear before she acts.
He is kind, though she is wary of him. He is disfigured and skittish, but she watches him even more closely for it. There is something else there, a familiarity.
'My-- m'lady, he says. He isn't lowborn, or if he is he's been taught well. Her eyes search him before she speaks.]
I'm no lady, but your offer is kind. [Even as the Lord Protector's daughter, Alayne is still baseborn. She takes his kindness though, slipping into the door frame for the warmth. It is too cold to stand there staring at one another.]
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He is kind, though she is wary of him. He is disfigured and skittish, but she watches him even more closely for it. There is something else there, a familiarity.
'My-- m'lady, he says. He isn't lowborn, or if he is he's been taught well. Her eyes search him before she speaks.]
I'm no lady, but your offer is kind. [Even as the Lord Protector's daughter, Alayne is still baseborn. She takes his kindness though, slipping into the door frame for the warmth. It is too cold to stand there staring at one another.]