Lead the way she does, and her gait is ladylike and regal, the sway of her hips evident despite the layers of her gown. She's hated being compared to her mother in the past — if only because therein lay the assumption that she would, like her mother before her, use her body to conquer kingdoms — but now she welcomes that part of her, the part of her that's a woman grown and soon to be wed.
The only thing that's out of place, really, is the leather satchel she carries with her. But she's not yet ready to part with what she's keeping safe inside it. Perhaps her new husband would fashion her a crown, and she could have the stone set in the center, hiding the Shard in plain sight.
There's a flicker of surprise from the guards on her door when they realize she's coming their way, for they had not seen her leave. And there's the subtlest echoing flicker upon seeing who she's brought with her, partly because their incompetence has made their way to the king, and partly because they were not expecting to see him with her at this time of the night. Didn't royals intended for one another prefer to seek out others they were not to wed, in the nights leading up to their marriage?
Selene ignores their looks, leaving it to Jon if he'd say or do anything about any of it. She simply waltzes through when the doors are opened for her, and waits by the window once more until they are well and truly alone.
She doesn't even try to hide her grin from him, mischief clear in the curves of her lips and in the gleam in her eyes. Aye, she's evaded her guards and she's damn proud of it. "Worry not, Your Grace, for I do not intend to run from you." She could've escaped, if she really wanted to. Made her way down the castle instead of up, and found someone on the docks to smuggle her out of King's Landing. But she's learned a thing or two from her guardian on the game of thrones. "I just needed a little air, that's all."
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Date: 2022-07-21 09:37 pm (UTC)The only thing that's out of place, really, is the leather satchel she carries with her. But she's not yet ready to part with what she's keeping safe inside it. Perhaps her new husband would fashion her a crown, and she could have the stone set in the center, hiding the Shard in plain sight.
There's a flicker of surprise from the guards on her door when they realize she's coming their way, for they had not seen her leave. And there's the subtlest echoing flicker upon seeing who she's brought with her, partly because their incompetence has made their way to the king, and partly because they were not expecting to see him with her at this time of the night. Didn't royals intended for one another prefer to seek out others they were not to wed, in the nights leading up to their marriage?
Selene ignores their looks, leaving it to Jon if he'd say or do anything about any of it. She simply waltzes through when the doors are opened for her, and waits by the window once more until they are well and truly alone.
She doesn't even try to hide her grin from him, mischief clear in the curves of her lips and in the gleam in her eyes. Aye, she's evaded her guards and she's damn proud of it. "Worry not, Your Grace, for I do not intend to run from you." She could've escaped, if she really wanted to. Made her way down the castle instead of up, and found someone on the docks to smuggle her out of King's Landing. But she's learned a thing or two from her guardian on the game of thrones. "I just needed a little air, that's all."
She glances at their provisions. "Wine?"