[She didn't say anything about getting sick. Maybe you should learn to hold your liquor better, Jon.
Of course, its all bravado. Daenerys was hardly trusting enough to allow herself to get #whitegirlwasted in front of a crowd of people. But it's Sansa who pulls her out of her mirth, if only briefly. She'd never spent enough time with Westerosi, let alone anyone who would speak of the Blackfyre Pretenders around her.
No one but Jorah and Ser Barristan. But now was not a time for mourning -- and if she'd learned anything in her brief time here, it was that times were strange.]
And you have my gratitude for your assistance with that, my Lady Stark. My festival garments would be little more than rags were it not for you.
[Credit where credit is due, and all. She still wasn't quite sure about the haircut -- but it was not as if she had much other choice in the matter, lest she look a mockery.]
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[She didn't say anything about getting sick. Maybe you should learn to hold your liquor better, Jon.
Of course, its all bravado. Daenerys was hardly trusting enough to allow herself to get #whitegirlwasted in front of a crowd of people. But it's Sansa who pulls her out of her mirth, if only briefly. She'd never spent enough time with Westerosi, let alone anyone who would speak of the Blackfyre Pretenders around her.
No one but Jorah and Ser Barristan. But now was not a time for mourning -- and if she'd learned anything in her brief time here, it was that times were strange.]
And you have my gratitude for your assistance with that, my Lady Stark. My festival garments would be little more than rags were it not for you.
[Credit where credit is due, and all. She still wasn't quite sure about the haircut -- but it was not as if she had much other choice in the matter, lest she look a mockery.]