Your Grace
Aza NighStark drifted through the door of the castle. She was brought because King Joffrey Baratheon ordered one virgin from each realm. She was from this one. Stunningly beautiful not to mention quick witted, intelligent and confident. Add a toss in of sass, polite, kindness with a sprinkle of gentle. Her fiery auburn hair caressed her head like a halo. The white dress put an angelic aura about her. Joffrey knew who would take this contest. He never told anyone it was a contest. It was a contest to see which realm he would take his queen from. After screwing up the betrothal with Sansa and waging war with the House Stark, the position had been vacant. Not to mention there was a hole in his small that longed for a woman's gentle caress , soft lips. That was his weakness. He yearned for the love of a beautiful woman. And Aza was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Aza bowed before her Grace. None of the others had come close to replicating her beauty.
"Stop. What is your name, fair child?"
"Aza my Grace. Aza NighStark."
"Aza. Have you been to Winterfell in the springtime, when the flowers are just peeking out?"
"Yes, Your Grace."
"Do you know how it's beauty is described?"
"The most beautiful sight in the land, your Grace."
"That beauty pales in comparison to you."Aza blushed.
"Thank you, your Grace."
"Ser Meryn Trant, have the servants set an extra seat at the table."
"Again. Thank you , Your Grace."
"Give me your hand. As long you have this hand, you'll never have to adress me as you Grace again. Joffrey will do just fine." She blushed even more.