[ The courtesy comes quickly, automatically. Sansa's hands, which had been plucking at a cushion in her lap just out of view, still. She lowers her lashes and her gaze, and a touch of her chin.
But she does not lower the rest of her, as she'd once done for Cersei Lannister. The time for Northern kneeling to royalty is past, gods willing. ]
I am Sansa Stark, Princess of the Kingdom of the North in Westeros. [ Her chin lifts. ] The people swear fealty to House Stark, and to my brother and king, Jon.
[ What a queer and new thing, to call someone she had once dismissed as a bastard her king, yet it is no less true. ]
no subject
[ The courtesy comes quickly, automatically. Sansa's hands, which had been plucking at a cushion in her lap just out of view, still. She lowers her lashes and her gaze, and a touch of her chin.
But she does not lower the rest of her, as she'd once done for Cersei Lannister. The time for Northern kneeling to royalty is past, gods willing. ]
I am Sansa Stark, Princess of the Kingdom of the North in Westeros. [ Her chin lifts. ] The people swear fealty to House Stark, and to my brother and king, Jon.
[ What a queer and new thing, to call someone she had once dismissed as a bastard her king, yet it is no less true. ]