"would i see you again at this tourney?"
cregan questions in a soft tone. he hopes that he will see her again. "perhaps you can join me and my bannermen tonight."
he proposes.
" the honour is mine. " he responds in a soft tone.
" iโm glad that you have faith in me. "
he let out a soft chuckle, his grey orbs lingering on her features.
" then why don't you visit sometime, my lady ? i'm sure that your smile would warm the halls of winterfell. "
he offers, in a soft tone.
" there's no need to thank me. as far as the joust goes you need not worry i intend on taking-