Katsa found herself wondering why the girl had stopped talking mid-sentence, but decided not to question it further. Instead, she started to silently curse Helda for forcing her into a dress, but those thoughts got interrupted when the auburn haired maiden spoke again.
“I am the niece of King Randa, milady.”
King Randa.
There were tales of him, infamous ones. The cruel king of the Middluns. One who uses his niece to do his bidding when it comes to war and combat. And, this was his niece. A beautiful young woman who also had a knack for killing.
The Graceling had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. She was well aware of the fact that her eyes was the first thing people would notice about her, but one could only hear the same comment about them so many times before they grow tired of it.
”No, milady, I am perfectly healthy. Do I look ill?”
In fact, Katsa couldn’t recall ever being sick. She remembered seeing her cousin and the other children in court lying in bed with a red nose and a sore throat as a child, and that she had wondered what was going on.
"Faintly so.“
Sansa had not heard stories & songs of fair maidens with oddly colored eyes. However the woman before her was indeed beautiful. Though, her eyes were distracting enough to take from her beauty. Which was a shame considering how admirable she was. "I apologize for staring. Father always .” Her father was dead, long and gone. There was no use of speaking of his regulations. They were never to be praised; never again.
She was an abnormality, and she was well aware. Men glared at her as she walked by, while their wives hid behind their back. Children were another thing entirely, since they were always so honest. For one, there had been a child who informed Katsa about the rumors people were spreading about her that she was a ruthless killer who broke men’s arms and cut of their fingers for fun. That was far from the truth, she only did it because she had to.
Kings Landing were a foreign city to her. King Randa was visiting the King of Westeros and would be here for a while, and of course he brought his Lady Killer. Noticing a girl glancing at her, Katsa turned around.
“May I help you?”
Her eyes were radiant. Perhaps they were abnormal, but surely there was beauty within them. Being part Tully, the auburn would always get compliments of her beautiful blue hues. However this woman surely was praised for her own. Two of different color, one green and the other blue. The blue orb reminded Sansa distinctly of the deepest and darkest places in the ocean. The other looked as if it was the shade of envy.
Before she was finished admiring, Sansa stumbled with her words.
"I apologize for prying, but your eyes are unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.“
In Kings Landing you do not see women as assassins. Women were to aid after children and the elderly. To care for their husbands and such. Not once did she find that it was possible for a women to kill a man. Perhaps that may be childish of her, but women were weaker than men. At least that was what Sansa had thought.
She was the talk of the town. Her name was spread all throughout the kingdoms, even stories and songs were made of her.
