•Dahlia•
“Pardon?” I was very stimulated by the man’s triggering words.
He chuckled a bit and attempted to correct himself. “Don’t mind me. That’s just some title they call me in the North District.”
I drew my eyes into thin slits and said, “This is not the North. This is Central. Be mindful of your words.”
I wasn’t disrespectful with my choice of words and ensured not to come off too strong. This was because, though I didn’t know who this Tyrion O'Brien king of the North was, for him to be here at this banquet and have the guts to walk up and talk to me, he must not be a small person.
“You’re right. This isn’t the North.” Tyrion’s eyes glinted as he changed his smile. “My father was indisposed, so I was sent here in his place. To speak about important matters with you.”
“Who is your
