Elia paused outside of Thomas Tully's chamber door. She'd only barely convinced her guards that they really did not need to accompany her, but nonetheless she was resplendent as a princess should be, guards or none, though her gown was cut to show more of her shoulders and her arms were bare beneath sheer sleeves- a style more favored in Lys and perhaps a bit daring for Kings Landing, but Elia had never been one to downplay her looks. Her perfume too was Lysene- tonight she wanted to be other, she needed to remind herself of the world beyond the Red Keep.
She smoothed her skirts and considered once more- she really ought to have refused him as a Stark ally and Myrwin's letter had said there'd been no letter... on the other hand, she really did want to know if he was in earnest about that foolishness. Surely he wasn't... And why in the Maiden's name was she answering an invitation at all? She ought to have sent him a refusal... oh hell, this was getting nowhere. She could almost hear her brothers' laughter from Sunspear. With a faint sigh, Elia knocked lightly on the ancient wood.