Taria gave a smile and nod to her father. Of course he had to go. The Night's Watch needed all the help it could get, that much was for sure. She had heard vague tales herself while travelling, occasionally even meeting Crows in the taverns as they passed through King's Landing, searching for recruits. The thought of joining had even passed through her mind once, but she had tossed it away like a soiled piece of cloth. They were brothers, not brothers and sisters. There were no female 'Crows' and she doubted there would be any for a long time, if ever. Leaving all that aside, even if she was a male, she didn't quite favour the celibate way of life.
"I'll be sure to make acquaintances, Father." She squeezed his hand before letting go, watching him walk off to talk to Lord Something or Other. Perhaps he was right and she ought to mingle? Meeting the Queen had been awe-inspiring, yes, there was no denying that, and the same was for the others she had been introduced to. That could be said especially of Ser Davos, where she literally had to keep herself from grinning foolishly; the Onion Knight had been on her list of people she wished to see for many years. Getting to meet Aunt Asha after so many years was yet another thrill, and here Taria
had let herself grin. She had greeted her cousins as well, recalling their names and giving some a nod while shaking others' hands. She hadn't really gotten close to any of them during her time in Pyke, but that wasn't due to any sort of tension; it was easy to be friendly, yet hard to make and retain a solid friendship.
She wasn't the emotional sort, at least, she didn't feel as if she was. Unlike many others, she didn't have fond memories of a place to call home. There was no pet she had raised and named, no blade belonging to some family member, passed down from father to child. All of that was sentimental drivel, in her opinion.
A now faltering opinion, perhaps, because as she turned away, she felt that no other meeting today would trump the one she had with her own flesh and blood.
Taria looked up, thoughts interrupted by someone speaking... to her? She figured it was probably one of her cousins, though any such thought was dispelled as soon as she caught sight of the man in question. With his fancy clothes, long white hair, lilac eyes, and altogether handsome visage, it didn't take much to deduce that this person was a Targaryen, and just as much was made clear to her in less than a moment.
"Your highness," she started, hoping she remembered the correct way to address the Prince. Her bow was just as awkward as her greeting, seeing she didn't really make herself known at parties, especially with those who were very high up. "I'm afraid I'm no lady. Taria Snow's my name, and the honour is mine."
Now that she thought of it, she had heard small talks about this Prince who lived in Summerhall, the one with the Dornish wife, Princess Nymeria Martell. Taria had never travelled to the Dornish Marches, but gossip had its way of getting about. It was no secret that the Prince had sired quite a few Waters of his own, though she very much doubted they were present here in noble company.
She also doubted her looks were anything striking and simply took the compliment as a charming comment that came easily to the likes of princes and lords. "As for my father, he is Theon Greyjoy, Lord Commander of Castle Black." While she said it in a simple tone, there was a hint of pride there. "The Lady Reaver of the Iron Isles is my aunt." Normally she didn't throw around family names like this, but she figured this was as good an occasion to. Her father had told her to make acquaintances, didn't he? A prince was
far from a bad start.
What else could she say? She didn't wish to seem the bumbling fool. Resisting the urge to rub her neck, she spoke once more. "Congratulations on your brother's wedding..." It seemed rather forced, even to her. "Uh..." Taria caught sight of his emblem and grabbed onto the subject. "Are you a dragon rider as well then?"
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