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Just then a shadow fell across the three women, causing them to turn around to investigate its source. A man was standing behind them, one clearly of noble blood. He was tall and clean shaven, he had an aquiline nose, high cheekbones and a strong jaw. His most striking features however, were his hair and eyes. His long hair was silver in color, not the gray of older people, but pure silver. The only exception was a streak of black in the middle. His eyes were black as coal and Sansa found them slightly frightening. Her feelings were clearly not shared by her companions. Arianne, a genuine smile spreading across her face rose to greet the man.
"Sir Gerold Dayne! It is so good to see you here! I did not know that you intended to grace the Water Gardens with your presence." He smiled easily and laughed slightly, something of which struck Sansa as familiar.
"When I heard that so many lovely ladies were here, yourself most of all Princess Arianne, Aegon the Conqueror himself could not have kept me away." At this Arianne laughed while Nymeria turned her head and rolled her eyes. At a motion from Arianne he sat down between her and Sansa.
"Dayne," Sansa said, remembering the stories her father used to say; "Are you related to Ser Arthur Dayne of the Kingsguard?" He turned his gaze upon her, up close she saw that his eyes were not black but a deep purple.
"My house is a candidate branch of his house, though we were not close. He was the Sword of the Morning, while men call me Darkstar, for I am of the night." As he spoke the words he smiled at her, a smile which made Sansa shiver. She now knew why she had had the feeling of familiarity. He smiled the same way that Joffrey had and when she looked closely she saw the same look in his eyes that Joffrey had had when he had ordered the death of her father. Looking at him and Arianne laugh at some joke or other she was reminded of herself laughing with Joffrey while they traveled from Winterfell to King's Landing, an event that seemed a lifetime ago. Just being near him unnerved her and she was grateful when, turning at a sound, she found the comforting bulk of Brienne standing behind her. Even without her armor her mere presence was enough to dispel some of the chill that had settled on Sansa when Sir Dayne had arrived.
As they proceeded on Sansa saw that the feast was ending and people were either retiring for the evening or breaking up into smaller groups to converse. Brienne led Sansa up to the spacious quarters that she shared with her husband. He was sitting at a table as Podrick poured him a glass of wine, like Sansa he become fond of the local wine, though he drank more of it than she did. She sat down and Podrick poured her a glass as well. They sat in silence for a moment and then Tyrion began to speak.
"I was pleased to see that you were happy to see Myrcella." Though he did not say it she knew that he had been concerned for her ever since they had heard of the Red Wedding. Though she had seen this she had not wanted the comfort of a Lannister. She still did not know if he had anything to do with what had happened or not but regardless she could not have him be suspicious. So, she had resolved to try to be friendlier to him.
"Yes, it is very pleasant to see her again." That was the truth, no matter what her family had done Sansa did not blame Myrcella for what had happened to her family and she was genuinely happy to see her.
"That is good." Tyrion said; "I hope that you two will spend time together."
"Something is wrong my lord?" He looked pensive for a moment and then began to speak.
"I am not sure. I just cannot shake the feeling that something is going to happen soon. I do not know what and I do not like not knowing." They said no more and Sansa was about to prepare for bed when a servant came and told her that Myrcella wished to speak with her. Curious, Sansa followed him to the princess's quarters, which were far larger than one she and Tyrion were residing in. Myrcella looked up and smiled as Sansa entered.
"Hello auntie," she said and then giggled. "It is still strange to call you that, but I do enjoy saying that." Sansa smiled.
"It is good to be called it by you, your highness." Myrcella waved it away.
"Oh there is no need to be so formal when it is just family about." Sansa then saw that they were indeed alone, even the servants were absent.
"Where is Sir Oakheart?" She asked.
"Oh, he is about somewhere." She paused for a moment and when she spoke again her voice was sad. "I heard about your family, I am sorry. Your brother, Robb, was very nice to me when we visited Winterfell." Sansa felt a lump in her throat and tears in her eyes but she forced both away.
"You are very kind of you, and allow me to express my sympathy to you for you lose as well." Sansa was not sorry in the least for Joffrey's death but it was expected of her to say it. Myrcella smiled and thanked her.
"I suppose that you are curious as to why I asked you to come so late at night?" Sansa nodded her head. "I actually meant to speak to you earlier but I missed you at the feast. Trystane has invited me to go on out hawking with him tomorrow." Here she giggled again; "I think that he just wants to find something for him to beat me at. Anyway someone heard and asked to come and then another and before long it seemed half the people here were coming with us, including Sir Gerold Dayne." She paused and leaned in closer. "Is he not the most beautiful man you have ever seen? He looks like one of the Targaryens doesn't he? Anyway, I was hoping that you would come with us." Sansa paused for a moment, the thought of being around Sir Gerold Dayne made her uneasy. Still, she had said that she would spend more time with Myrcella and she wanted to keep an eye on her niece so she agreed. After they chatted for a short time she went back to her own quarters, resolving to ensure that Brienne would be coming with them in the morning.
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