You walk down the hallway of the castle, your hair in its usual styled half braid, and your beautiful white dress. You walk, strolling formally yet casually. Suddenly, you feel a hand on your shoulder, and you whip around and grab the wrist of the person.

Ser Jorah Mormont stands there with a surprised yet teasing grin on his face, captivated by your hold, unfazed and amused by your reaction. “I was just trying to get your attention,” he chuckled.