"Lady Stark." Eva smiled, sweet and guarded, and curtseyed. "We've met before," she informed Vianna beside her, "my lady mother introduced us when we first arrived. But we've barely seen each other since," she turned back to Kaelyn, "and I regret not knowing you better, my lady." She flushed prettily. These days, everything made Eva blush. Her brother found it endearing, when he wasn't out of sorts, and her mother found it horribly irritating. But it was rather useful as far as courtliness went. Eva couldn't hold a poker face for anything, but the constant blushes made up for it a little, and made her seem oh-so-maidenly even at the riper age of eighteen. "Innocence is a weapon," Lady Alyana had told her once, but for Eva it was just another big shield.
She stood behind it now and watched Kaelyn and Vianna stare each other down. Eva had heard about Kaelyn's legendary coldness, but she couldn't fault the Hand's wife much for disliking her cousin. Vianna was pleasant enough to Eva, but she gave her the shivers sometimes. There was something so grasping about the woman.