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Dance of Feelings

The festivities begin,so does the dance.

"Jane" Lyanna called softly, clutching one of her maid's hands as they walked down the corridor that led directly to the elevated part of the throne room.

"Remind me... why I let ... why do I need to be dressed like this?" Lyanna asked, trying to block out the muffled noise of thousands of voices gathered not far away. Thousands of people who would spend the night analyzing her every detail.

"Because tonight is for Your Highness to shine. It's your night . Your prom. It's the moment for the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms to be the most admired woman. And Your Highness will be. I've never seen you so..." Jane spoke, looking for a suitable word, shaking her hand for sure. Feeling like she was sweating cold.

"...so much like a courtesan?" Lyanna interrupted. Feeling the cold of the gold that touched the bare skin of his back.

"No Highness! By the gods!" Jane stopped walking, glancing sideways, taking Lyanna's hands in hers now "Your Highness is do not look like a courtesan. Your clothes have none of that! They are just different from what you are used to wear" Jane assured.

"But I feel like one. That damn outfit barely left room for me to breathe. And my face... I don't want to appear like this. I don't know if I can" Lyanna said, paralyzing where she was, closing her eyes in agony, remembering that even they were painted. Just like her lips and your cheeks.

"Princess... you are exaggerating. Trust me, please?" Jane asked with a upset expression "You look beautiful. Beautiful. Believe me. Your face, your clothes... It's all perfect. Come in safely, head up Highness" Jane said, shaking her hands more tightly.

"Their Majesties are waiting. We took too long. We need to go, Your Highness. Will be all right. Don't worry" said Jane.

Lyanna took a deep breath. Shaking head in affirmation. Ridiculously. Weakly. She forced herself to walk step after step, step after step, until she reached the place where her parents and brother were waiting for her.

She tried to walk upright. With confidence, as Jane had said, trying not to think too hard in that robe that was tight in some places and languid in others, trying to remember how her mother moved when she wore clothes like that. Clothing made for women who are self-assured and not for those who just liked to be quiet in the quieter corner of a library.

Her shoulders were heavy, covered with golden dragon scales, thin chains passing from side to side over her back, over largely uncovered skin, visible through the cascade of golden links. As uncovered as her lap was in that cleavage. Showing too much. Too tight. She had never worn anything like this, without many layers of fabric covering her shame, with everything so clinging to her hip, her waist, with some movement left only in her legs, still, without any decorative volume.

Why did I let them do something like this? Where was my head? I am not sensual.

I'm not pretty. I am not that. Lyanna whined. Until she come across the rest of the royal family, wide eyes at her.

"The sun has already set. We'll still have all the formal stuff before we can start.

Where is she? Jon asked Daenerys, looking back and seeing no sign his daughter's approach, frowning with concern.

"Don't be anxious. Nothing happened. She should be here soon" Dany said, straightening. the heavy crown on his head, tweaking Jon's then, running her hands over the lapels of the Rhaegar's robes.