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The tension in the air was so thick, it would not be too great a task to cut it with a knife. Brandon Baratheon's retort hadn't surprised her in the slightest, and she raised a brow almost as if to say 'is that the best you can do?' She had no wish to quarrel with the Baratheons, and held a respect for the house and their former complicated alliance. Meeting the young man's cold gaze, Iris tilted her head upward in such a manner that she made it clear she wished to take this no further. 

That was until Elden spoke up. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, a hint of annoyance crept up into the furrow of her brow at the Bodyguard's words. As always, he meant well, but his anger so often got the better of him. Licking her lips, she darted a glance sideways at him, a silent warning to shut up before any real damage was done. She wasn't angry at the man, no, more exasperated by his lack of polictical intelligence. It was something she had so often tried to explain to him, the alliances and rivalries between the many houses, each family's notch in the Game of Thrones. Yet, he had never seemed to grasp the concept of playing with strategy, much preferring to stride confidently onwards with his straight forward, primarily well-minded intentions. 

Her crystalline gaze locked onto the tough-looking girl approaching, and watched as her lips moved, yet the words escaping them too low to be heard by Iris. It was clear by the manner of her stance it was somewhat of a threat, and the sight amused her. A part of her wanted to question what kind of a violent promise the woman was making, yet her attention was momentarily distracted by yet another newcomer. Her lips twitched as she watched the stranger mouth profanities at the sight of the beast making itself at home in the center of the room, and her gaze swept over her apparel out of curiosity. Very much different to the other women and her own [url=http://www.fashionweekphotos.com/weeks/modeaparis/2007/haute_couture_ss07-08/murad/mode_a_paris_murad_ss07_165_fashionweekphotos.com_2007.jpg]dress,[/url] it consisted of materials one would usually relate to a kind of sailing attire. Almost fully turning to regard the assumed Greyjoy girl with open curiosity, she opened her mouth to introduce herself, before being interrupted by a loud voice clearly addressed to all of the occupants of the room. 

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'Aeryn Sand at your service, I would like to welcome you all and inform you that Lady Myriah will be down here soon to welcome you as well, in saying that...I would suggest you begin to calm down and lay aside any and all prejudices of the old or things may not be pleasant in your stay here” [/color] The words caused Iris to bristle with annoyance. Why should they care anymore for a Targaryen girl as opposed to anyone else? Oh, right. Because she was the bloody princess. 

However, despite her agitation, she proceeded to take into account this Aeryn Sand's advice and turned to Brandon Baratheon. [color=FFDAB9][b]"We have not come here for petty squabbles, as I hope neither have you. Our presence here should be enough to express our willingness for peace." [/b][/color]Her lips turned up in a smile,[color=FFDAB9][b] "And I find it hard to believe that it will be difficult for us to get along." [/b][/color]In such a Tyrell way, Iris' words could be taken two ways; either flirtatious or just naively friendly. The way her voice lingered on the word [i]us[/i], however, suggested the former but, either way, any former threat she had posed had all but disappeared.