( CLOSED ) and an open cage

[unprays]

Who: sansa stark (unprays) & a buncha people
What: holiday ball & january plot things
When: december & january
Where: olympia, the south outpost, somewhere around wyver
Warning(s): your standard game of thrones warnings apply, just in case

( individual starters in comments!! feel free to either write up a starter for us, leave a blank comment and wait for me to write us something, or poke me @ celen for more specific plottings!

just as a heads-up, i'll be in japan from dec 21 to jan 5, so tags will be very slow going until i'm back! please bear with me in the meantime ♥ )

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[unprays]

High born, yes. But only back home — none of it matters much, here. [ though the comment about Jon makes her breathe out a laugh. ]

You're forgiven, ser. My brother was hailed king at a time of war, you see. There wasn't much occasion for dances.

[ he certainly knows what he's doing, not only with dancing but with his words, too — she wonders, for a moment, how sincere he is. but she smiles at him, still. ]

My name is Sansa. Sansa Stark.

[panzersoldat]

[ There is a warm and indulgent smile from the old knight. He can only shake his head. He knows that titles don't matter here. King or commoner, they're all equal here. However, he also understands respect. ] It might not matter, but that doesn't erace who you were. So with your permission, I will still call you My Lady, if this is agreeable.

[ He continues their effortless and masterful glide around the room. His smile is honest, pulling at the corners of his eyes. Though at talk of war, there is a slight sad understanding in the one that remains. He clearly has seen many a battle. ]

I see. Well, I can only hope that both you and he get to enjoy all those missed dances now, Lady Stark. And should you wish to make an old Knight's day once more, I will always have a dance for you.

[ A pause. He can't kiss her hand but he'll give her a vigorous little spin. ] Reinhardt. Reinhardt Wilhelm, at your service, my lady.