*A smile drew across her lips.* Hello, Prince Aerion of Westeros. I wish you and your people well. *Again her cocked as she attempted to recall the location of the country of Westeros. She had heard of so many. But none by that name.* My dear Prince, I have yet to hear of the country of Westeros. ~
~ Might you educate me as to where this might may be located? *Catherine leaned forward and became quite belligerent as she always was. "And what might you wish from France, Prince Targaren?"* Her voice firm.*
*His purple orbs and white hair enamored her. Perhaps more than Sébastien or Louis. Of course she was ashamed of those affairs as Francis was her true love. Her soul mate. All of France and Scotland knew that. "My name is Catherine de' Medici. The Dowager Queen of France. My son, Francis II her ~
~ husband, *her hand lay out toward Mary.* has gone off to war." Catherine was one to get right to things.* Please forgive her. I wish to speak to you of your home country. May we walk and discuss it?
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Funny she had not heard of westeros, it was a distance away tho.
Not one to back down Aerion leaned forward a bit as he spoke slowly and directly to her.
His eye's locked with hers .
"First please call me Prince Aerion, second
With that he crossed his arm's together and waited in momentary silence.
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