Inara had just started to turn to follow the servant girl, Alys but then froze. Your Grace? Her eyes widened slightly and for a moment she just stood there. He was Jon Snow? He'd just let her...
She exhaled slowly and then turned to fully face him, her expression serene despite the slight anger that was bubbling up. She dropped down into a graceful curtsy, pleased that she didn't slip on the black ice he'd mentioned. She already felt stupid, she didn't need to look moreso.
"Your Grace, I apologize," she said softly. "It is no excuse, but I did not know." And he hadn't set out to make sure she'd known either. He'd had to have known she hadn't realized.
Rising back up slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet his. "With your leave, I'd like to freshen up. Perhaps if you'd like, we can talk afterwards."
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Date: 2021-12-01 05:48 (UTC)She exhaled slowly and then turned to fully face him, her expression serene despite the slight anger that was bubbling up. She dropped down into a graceful curtsy, pleased that she didn't slip on the black ice he'd mentioned. She already felt stupid, she didn't need to look moreso.
"Your Grace, I apologize," she said softly. "It is no excuse, but I did not know." And he hadn't set out to make sure she'd known either. He'd had to have known she hadn't realized.
Rising back up slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet his. "With your leave, I'd like to freshen up. Perhaps if you'd like, we can talk afterwards."