Honeyed Pasture die Welt vor mir is' für mich gemacht

The sudden switch leaves her warier than continued rejection might have, though she's careful to hide it. She flashes another grin, seeing no harm in answering the question. Aye, quite, She says, gaze flitting briefly in the direction of the Bay. The thought of Valyri softens her mood a bit, but her wariness of the stranger's change in demeanor doesn't fade. Y'ever meet an ugly queen? No, she expects; the world is far too cruel to allow one without even a hint of sex appeal to become a successful leader, barring those relying on the charms of another. Even in those cases, it has always seemed doomed to fail; leaders must inspire their own loyalty, she knows.