A Holiday by Decree
~~ Day 2 ~~
The first full day on the island, Sansa stayed in. After a brief tour and introduction to the small number of staff on site, which she had missed the prior day, Sansa opted to show herself around again. She walked through all the rooms she could get into - there was a locked door blocking one hallway, and Sansa could only assume that while the home was larger than that to which she had access, Daenerys and Jon didn't typically have need of what she guessed was the guest wing.
There was the bedroom and dressing room with Jon's and Daenerys' wardrobes; the large, low-ceilinged, open air dining area; an airy sitting room with settees, long, surprisingly comfortable wooden chairs for lounging and a table suitable for taking mid-afternoon tea or after dinner libations alongside a game or embroidery. It interested her that every room had views of the ocean, and so no matter where she went in the house, the sound of the waves could be heard in every room.
Curling down into a corner of one of the settees she found, for almost the entire rest of the day, she read one of her books, an old piece of fiction with scenes of adventure and romance she remembered loving as a girl; back then, the romance had been the main attraction to her, but although that part had now lost its imaginary, sunshiny appeal, she still enjoyed the rest of the story.
A couple hours after dinner and nightfall, her eyes finally grew too tired to go on by lamplight, and so she called the maid and retired quietly to bed.
Unfortunately, the long hours of reading paid her back when she awoke early in the morning: twitching in her left eye signaled that unless she wanted eye strain for the rest of her stay, she should do something other than reading that day.
Without the matters of ruling that normally took up the full day, Sansa was at a loss. She had never had real hobbies other than reading and needlework, which also made her left eye pang as she thought of counting tiny stitches.
Turning her thoughts to what the property had at its disposal for activity, she automatically thought of both the ocean and the pool in the courtyard below. The sun and water would probably feel nice, but I don't own any swimming clothes… Sansa thought, having realized the day before the oversight in what she had ordered to be made for her. Daenerys had plenty of garments that looked made for taking in the sun and lounging in the water, as all were very revealing with short hems and low backs. At the mere thought of all the marks and scars she had, Sansa could not imagine wearing any of them.
Dangerously close to getting lost in thoughts she usually kept herself busy enough to avoid, Sansa swallowed and forced herself to focus on a set of cracks on the ceiling for a while.
