"Is it not so beautiful?" She turned to look out the window for another moment, then back to him. "It is- There is nothing I have seen that is..." She could not find the words, no matter how she tried. "What I meant, is did you- Am I alone, in thinking that steals your heart away?"

She laughed, then, her voice a bit hoarse from crying. "I sound like a fool, don't I. Or a girl who has learned nothing of the world." That world was gone, and she knew it fair well - whether she returned to Westeros, or no.

"It is real? It is not a painting, or... or some sort of magic?" She resisted the urge to look again, instead just waiting earnestly.