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events like this were never comfortable to dacey, but it was clear to her that lord templeton was taking care to push her, the way some did when they sought to engage her in conversation. those who did would only find her clamming up all the more. percival's approach was better, she thought, carried with it the implication that this was a man who was thoughtful, and thoughtful people tended to be kind.

she did not like the giant's head. it send a shiver down her spine, but she kept that to herself. "the giant was slain by my brother, the prince adam. i am sure he can tell you a more insightful tale of it than i ever could." whilst that particular trophy was not her favourite, the tapestries were.

"i think i am more qualified to speak on the tapestries, if that is all right." none of her own work hung publicly, dacey's own creations reserved for the more private parts of winterfell, where her family dwelled, but she had given many hours to looking at those that hung here in pursuit of her own mastery of the craft. she knew them well. "most speak of the accomplishments of our ancestors. the ones who became kings, at least. the earliest tales are of the fight against the night's king at the wall, then of other lords who once called themselves kings, before the starks held all the north." it was not lost on dacey - the way all their stories came from times of war.

The Knight of Ninestars bowed his head, politely appreciative that the Northern princess was a gracious host as well as her brother. Of course, there was also a sense of pride subtly simmering in him when Dacey Stark admitted to already knowing who he was. He could only hope she knew of him for the carefully constructed reputation he'd sought to build as a valiant knight, an honorable lord, and a loyal Commander to his queen. And not for the coincidental misfortunes that ended a betrothal here and there in his past.

“I'm pleased to formally meet you, your highness,” he added with a softer smile, a subtler gesture with a more subdued sort of charm. There was an air of reservation in the Stark princess, he'd noticed, he did not wish to overstep or cause discomfort. She reminded him of other women he'd known in the past, gentler presences to engage with more care.

“We do, very much so. Thank you,” he responded, glancing around the great hall. He could see Ginevra, and how she thrived in environments like this one. Both of the Templeton siblings were very much in their element, comfortable, in social gatherings. “I admit I also find myself feeling very intrigued. I noticed the giant's head displayed in King Owen's throne room, and some of the tapestries that hang here,” Percival mentioned, “Yours is a land of rich stories. If you don't mind, could you feed my curious mind and tell me a little about them?”.