Alais was surprised; she had not expected to be talking to the princess of Dorne, but hardly let the astonishment show on her face. Instead, she fell into a small curtsey, as manners dictated, and smiled, although it was remote, like the faint and sallow light of a winter’s sun.
“Of course, she wrote to me of you. I think you have made quite the impression upon my sister,” She said, adding, “I fear I have been avoiding social functions, my time consumed by getting settled here. It is a change from the Vale,” And spending my time in the library, she thought, but decided that would sound too hermit-ish to say.