She accepted the wine, but really it was the orange she was more interested in. And the way the prince of Dorne peeled it with a knife. Ember bit her lip, considering the sudden interest she was having in his hands. She took a sip of the wine. Those were not thoughts you had when you were tragically in love with someone else.
"Thank you, my lord..." Her fingers brushed his as she took the orange. She swallowed nervously and shifted a little, suddenly aware that she was almost all alone in a courtyard with a Dornish prince. Uh oh.
She sucked the juice off her finger and glanced up at her host. "I'd forgotten how sweet they were," she said with a soft laugh.