Chapter 48
Somehow you doubted that very much. But the man scared you, so you weren't about to say anything. Instead you let Ramsay lead you across the room. "You know, my father enjoyed jazz. He was more into the slow jazz. But I don't think he was much for dancing." Ramsay said, flipping a switch, pulling you into him, placing his hand on your hip. It only took three songs to finally get the hang of the dances. Something about dancing with Ramsay made your heart warm. War, death, prophecy forgotten in this moment. You rested your head on his shoulder, letting him guide you through the song when you caught Jon and Dany making eyes across the room at one another. You pushed away from Ramsay, walking over to Dany, offering your hand. She just looked at you. You gave her a look, and slowly she to
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