Compliment Shireen

You quickly follow behind Shireen as she leads you through the halls of Storm's End. You take note of her slender figure and the way she walks, with a slight shyness to it, as if she doesn't like you watching her. You decide to talk with her to make the short walk less uncomfortable.

"So, Lady Shireen," you start, causing her to look back at you, "why are you in Storm's End instead of Dragonstone?"

"My cousin has asked me to assist her in ruling - having recently turned eighteen, she requested that I serve here temporarily to help her acclimate to the conditions of ruling."

"And you have experience in that?"

With that question, she stops walking completely to look at you, though since you are somewhat taller, she has to look up.

"I was a castellan for my father for a year, during his war for the Iron Throne, and my mother died when I was sixteen so I have been ruling on my own since then."

"Well that is impressive," you reply, smirking slightly, "for a woman to be both intelligent and beautiful as you are."

"T-thank you," she stammers out, blushing, before leading you down to the royal court.

After a few short moments, you arrive outside an even more grandiose set of doors, a rampant lion and stag engraved in the fine wood, facing one another. The golden door knockers were shaped into the form of lion's heads, and stood imposingly facing towards you and Shireen.

"Well," Shireen says, having composed herself once more, "this is the court of the castle. Allow me to make the introductions, as there is a certain formality required."

You nod, and Shireen turns back to the doors, opening them and the both of you enter the royal court of the Stormlands.

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