[She sticks out like a sore thumb, her and her lord father. The room is filled with many different people of all stock. The golden hair of Lannister is distinct. At a distance she's a curiosity for Frank. His childhood on a horse riding though the Dothraki sea made him hardened and worldly. He has not been formally acquainted with the ways of the Seven Kingdoms aside from the small customs kept in Dorne.
Frank decides he should see her closer. And like tracking a deer in the plains of his foundling years, he shall do it slowly and at a distance at first. The women he greets get kisses, brief and gentle things. They in turn coo and twitter. He knows he is a novelty. And sometimes being that has it's perks. A stallion shall know many mares.
Finding he too has a thirst for wine, he crosses the space.]
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Frank decides he should see her closer. And like tracking a deer in the plains of his foundling years, he shall do it slowly and at a distance at first. The women he greets get kisses, brief and gentle things. They in turn coo and twitter. He knows he is a novelty. And sometimes being that has it's perks. A stallion shall know many mares.
Finding he too has a thirst for wine, he crosses the space.]