The child was young, no older than six years, with a little gap between her front teeth and mischievous grey eyes the eyes of the wolf. House Stark, the wolves. Of course, reason and Signori's explanation of Westerosi titles had already allowed Sindra to know this - only the Dornish and the regent House held the title of Prince or Princess.
"Good evening, Princess Genna," she replied with a precise curtsey, as she had been coached to do by the ambassador. "I am called Sindra."
Sindra did not mind children, but if she saw death in their shadows, it always seemed so much more sad.