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Aeryn's eyes flicked between the wards discussion. It was of no consequence to him how and why nobles struggled. He nodded slightly at the Lannister child that had given him some kind words. The Clegane and the Lannister had held very close ties in the ages past. Though those ties had long since loosened after the abhorrent violation that had occurred to his ancestors corpse. But grudges of the old were not grudges of his. He was a Sand child, a man of Dorne. He smirked to himself. He really was a hypocrisy incarnate. Which was blatantly apparent when he noticed young Prince Artoran. Aeryn simply gave his cockiest grin to the prince. It was said that those two were so alike they could be brothers. Something Aeryn had no doubt royally annoyed the prince.

The morning meal continued, servants bustling about and around him. Servant girls trying to catch his eyes. Servant boys doing the same. Aeryn's simply changed his position every so often. Blue eyes flicking constantly to each person that would approach Lady Tully. He placed the shaft of his spear against the back of his neck, his arms wrapped around the smooth wood. He turned his body, sharp popping noises sounding out as he stretched in an unconventional manner. Standing at attention once more as the door to the dining hall opened, he saw a flash of white hair. An eyebrow raised, he looked at the newcomer. A Targaryen no doubt. The dragon was probably a bigger indicator than the white hair and stunning beauty but...Aeryn had his priorities in order. Appreciation of beauty came first. How to get a beauty to come came second. Then potentially life endangering fire breathing reptiles were a very far third. The red lips, violently violet eyes and slit that ran dangerously up the pale leg of the woman were all it took for the Dog to wake up. Their gaze met and the perfectly sweet smile the girl wore quickly flipped to a coy smirk. Aeryn returned it in kind, never one to turn down an advance.Then she spoke, her personality already showing through as haughty and above everyone. Ahh, such was the Targaryen way. Old Valyria and Fire in the blood and other nonsense that Aeryn didn't rightly care about. The Dog began to patrol slowly, moving around the table and constantly watching. He watched as the Targaryen sat next Lady Arryn, and as the Dornish Prince produce more theatrics. He merely smirked “[color=9e0b0f]Ahh Prince Artoran, how I forgot how lovely your fire is when it’s not burning you[/color]” he said with an almost sweet tone “[color=9e0b0f]you remember correct...oh high and powerful Scorched One[/color]” he bowed deeply, the motion highly sarcastic and his eyes firmly staring at the prince's lighter patches of skin “[color=9e0b0f]and who might these two be?[/color]” he had yet to meet all the words and looked at the white haired woman and Lady Arryn, feigning ignorance of who he was in company with.