[ It's a bow fitting of the most noble men in the court, of chivalrous knights and ornately clothed princes. Donny seems to be of a place and time that is not her own, but the nostalgia his actions bring forth simultaneously set her at ease and make her heart clench painfully in yearning for familiarity. ]
Kinder words have never been spoken.
[ That's a dramatic exaggeration; Margaery isn't vain, but she certainly knows she isn't dull, attractive to the point to have men swoon at her feet and malleable in her hands. Even so, she supposes it's the first time a man has complimented her, genuinely so, without any agenda of their own. She smiles and links their forearms together, nearly dragging him out of the door. ]
Are you?
[ Not that it matters if he's good to go or not, considering she's already flitting toward their destination. ]
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Kinder words have never been spoken.
[ That's a dramatic exaggeration; Margaery isn't vain, but she certainly knows she isn't dull, attractive to the point to have men swoon at her feet and malleable in her hands. Even so, she supposes it's the first time a man has complimented her, genuinely so, without any agenda of their own. She smiles and links their forearms together, nearly dragging him out of the door. ]
Are you?
[ Not that it matters if he's good to go or not, considering she's already flitting toward their destination. ]