[ Well, he can be impressed—not just at her comeback, mind, but at her bearing. While the boy-king leaves much to be desired, his bride is at least worthy of the title bestowed upon her on her wedding day.
He’d observed the proceedings of the court in his own way, loudly and with seemingly little regard for the refinements that such a setting imposes upon all its guests—however unwelcome they might be. Alexander is still a foreign dignitary even if that word is close to useless in Westerosi power games, yet he plays his hand all the same, with a happy, boisterous energy and an abiding interest in anyone and everyone. Including that sad-eyed wolf-girl, that spider person who seems more like someone’s prized sow, and...of course, the hard, golden queen mother, who reminds him so much of his own that he actually finds it a mite disconcerting.
And he shows it, with a raised eyebrow and a curiously severe look at Margaery before he bursts into laughter. Gods! These nobles playing at their coy games—frustrating, really, when he’s always been a man who would rather speak his mind openly. ]
Unfortunately not, my Lady! I believe I’ve incurred her every disdain already! [ If not her son’s, whose crossbow bolts merely glance off the tough hide of his bare skin—being one to eschew all but the lightest armor and all. He’s not about to threaten the people of this land more than he has to with his stature and everything.
He’s grinning all the same, completely without any ill feeling towards her lord husband or his mother or even toward Margaery herself. ]
Hoh, don’t tell me I’ve acquired yours as well! There are few entertaining women at court as it is! [ Don’t even get him started on Lady Tanda. ]
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He’d observed the proceedings of the court in his own way, loudly and with seemingly little regard for the refinements that such a setting imposes upon all its guests—however unwelcome they might be. Alexander is still a foreign dignitary even if that word is close to useless in Westerosi power games, yet he plays his hand all the same, with a happy, boisterous energy and an abiding interest in anyone and everyone. Including that sad-eyed wolf-girl, that spider person who seems more like someone’s prized sow, and...of course, the hard, golden queen mother, who reminds him so much of his own that he actually finds it a mite disconcerting.
And he shows it, with a raised eyebrow and a curiously severe look at Margaery before he bursts into laughter. Gods! These nobles playing at their coy games—frustrating, really, when he’s always been a man who would rather speak his mind openly. ]
Unfortunately not, my Lady! I believe I’ve incurred her every disdain already! [ If not her son’s, whose crossbow bolts merely glance off the tough hide of his bare skin—being one to eschew all but the lightest armor and all. He’s not about to threaten the people of this land more than he has to with his stature and everything.
He’s grinning all the same, completely without any ill feeling towards her lord husband or his mother or even toward Margaery herself. ]
Hoh, don’t tell me I’ve acquired yours as well! There are few entertaining women at court as it is! [ Don’t even get him started on Lady Tanda. ]