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The golden-haired female found herself disappearing from the crowd as soon as possible. She wanted to get away from those who would turn to her with their questions about Jaime, but most of all did she want to stay away from Jaime himself, who had surely noticed the ribbon that belonged to her - but that had been tied around Aryan's wrist instead. Unfortunately, luck decided not to be on her side that day. She found herself able to avoid the fellow Lannister for a couple of hours, but as she was getting prepared for the dinner that would be hosted that night, her handmaiden could not keep the young Lion out of her private space.<br/>
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"Why was he wearing your ribbon?" He did sound unamused, agitated even. Kiyara could not expect differently from a young man like him, but she still could not prevent herself from grimacing. <br/>
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"Am I not allowed to bless someone now, <i>Ser</i>?" She furrowed her eyebrows as she tilted her head slightly up, before she rose from her seat. <br/>
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"You should not bless him, especially not like that. He's a Dornishman." <br/>
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"And you would have been married to a Dornish lady if it were not for your father's mistake." Suddenly, Kiyara's sharp tongue decided to take the upper hand, but before Jaime was able to return the favour with another unpleasant remark, the lioness had stormed out of the tent already. It was without a glimpse of hesitation that she found her way to another's accommodation; the small, temporarily residence of a snake.<br/>
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Although she was wearing an evening gown in the colours of her House, with her hair tied up once again and adorned with a golden diadem, she did not feel dressed up. In fact, she felt like a confused and flustered mess as the Prince's squire seemingly announced her arrival, before giving her access to the man's tent.<br/>
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"I... I was not planning on visiting you." It was the first thing she managed to say as she entered. "But I do not wish to be found." <br/>
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