Jocelyn sees you fly into the Red Keep on a mighty dragon. There are whispers of fondness or irritation. You are the bastard of House Targaryen, and some love or hate you for your wild, untamable, headstrong, rather reckless nature. She stares in slight bewilderment and wonder. She is nudged forward by the others.

"You're the girl who everyone keeps talking about, don't they?" She blurts out gracefully but rather awkwardly, blushing promptly at her lack of tact and looking down.