Who: Lui (prettiernaked) and Sansa (starkly_sweet)
What: Lui "graces" Sansa with his presence in the dining hall.
When: The evening of March 27.
Where: 8th floor and dining room
Rating: PG-13 I guess just because Lui's a freak.


Sansa paced the room, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the prince. Her experience with princes in the past hadn't been exactly pleasant--still, she couldn't help having a strange thrill at the thought of meeting a new prince. She checked her reflection briefly in the mirror--her gown was lovely, her hair was perfect--no one could say that Sansa Stark was anything less than a beautiful lady. Clever or brave like her sister? Not exactly. But certainly beautiful. She tugged an auburn curl thoughtfully, and contined to wait.

The main intent Lui had in escorting this Lady Sansa to dinner was to get back at Idike. She'd so readily accepted some pretty-boy's invitation for a tour around the castle? Fine. He'd show some beautiful lady (hopefully with nice boobs) a nice time at dinner. He wasn't even planning his usual methods, though they might end up slipping anyway. Once the rather beautiful prince arrived on the 8th floor, he raised his finely manicured hand to the door and gave a sound and somewhat exaggerated knock, announcing his arrival. He'd made sure to wear his nice clothes; a suit and a cravate with a flower in the breast pocket. Perfect.

She answered the door quickly, and gave a quick gasp at the sight of the prince. He was beautiful! But so was Joffrey..she thought. Still--he looked so nice. And handsome. And noble. She lifted a hand to her nicely-sized bosom and curtsied low. "Your grace...It's an honor..."

Lui gave a smile, his eyes, unfortunately, immediately finding themselves on her chest. Yet... it was true. He'd lost the sensor in his head. He couldn't tell what size she was at all! How distressing, and his expression showed such, however not for very long. Sweeping a cordial bow, he reached for her hand to grace it with a kiss. "I know. But I'm also in good company, Lady Sansa."

She extended her hand, giggling slightly--but noting with some confusion the brief expression that had crossed his face. Was he displeased with her somehow? Was she not beautiful enough? She shivered slightly before reminding herself that he was not Joffrey. "It's a pleasure to meet you Prince Lui. Thank you so much for offering to take me to dinner..."

Yes, yes, Lui already knew it was a pleasure to meet him. Because seriously. He was fantastic. "Really, it's no trouble at all." he said carefully, lowering her hand a bit to prop his elbow up instead, offering her the escort of his arm. "I haven't been able to enjoy a good meal at this place anyway." He'd been too busy chasing his princess and that pretty general around. Once they began their journey, then, he'd probably slip his eyes back to her chest. Thank god for being taller.

She smiled and nodded. "You are most gracious. I--are you ready to leave, your grace?" She glanced down the hallway, a small betrayl of her anxiousness to eat. She was starving--but it wasn't very lady-like to be hungry. So she put on her most charming smile and waited for her new prince to take the lead--hoping that her stomach would play it's part and keep quiet.

He nodded his head, leading the way as expected. "I'm famished, actually." He replied, almost too fittingly for a drama queen. Lui was one to get what he wanted when he wanted it, so no doubt they would reach the kitchen in very little time. Idly, he hoped that Idike was getting angry at this moment. It was these thoughts that kept him from defiling this poor beautiful young woman. "Tell me Sansa, where did you say you were from? You're not a princess of that kingdom are you?"

His question took her by surprise. "I--" What was she? Betrothed to the King of Westeros, sister to the self-proclaimed King of the North...A lady certainly, but a princess? Well..of sorts. "I'm engaged to the King of Westeros...my world, that is. And I'm from a very noble family." She failed to mention that her "very noble family" was currently considered traitorous by the majority of the realm. He didn't need to know that. His arm in hand, she followed to the kitchens. Her date for the evening was really quite entrancing, and she couldn't stop herself from blushing happily at her position. "Where are you from, your grace?"

It was a good thing that Lui's own betrothed had come back, or he might have suddenly taken an all new sort of interest in Sansa. The fact that she was already promised didn't bother him at all. He was exceptionally good at stealing fiancees away from the poor saps who originally claimed them. "I see. That's very nice. Very nice indeed." he smirked a bit, and then carelessly glanced to the fingernails of his free hand. "I'm from Kingdom X. Some kingdom." he shrugged. "You know, something like Germany but not quite." he turned to her most seriously then. "Would you say that you're at least a C?"

"What a curious sounding Kingdom!" She blushed when she realized what she had said, and tried to quickly cover her embarassment. "Ah--a C, your grace? I'm afraid I don't understand what you're asking..." Was a "C" some type of title for nobility? She frowned, unsure of what to say--"M-my father was Hand to the King? And ahh...My mother is daughter to Lord Hoster Tully of Riverrun..." She hoped that would serve to impress.

He seemed unphased by the comment. "Blame my father." he shrugged casually, putting his hand up to his chin. Of course, she didn't know what a C was. This was the true reason that his lost gift was really so helpful. "I was asking about your measurements. Perfectly innocent question." he said, truly having no idea what the titles and places she'd rambled off at him meant. He supposed it didn't really matter. Assuming by then that they'd found their way to the kitchen by now, he paused. ".... we don't have to serve ourselves do we?" God forbid.

She blushed at his question, and ducked her head down for a glance at her body. "I...I believe my chest and waist are both two handspans. I..." She pressed a hand lightly to her chest, slightly embarassed by how tightly the dress clung to her bosom. Well, her old dressmaker had complimented her bosom often enough...still, it's larger size made her slightly uncomfortable. Especially when it was under the scrutiny of the less discrete older lords." She glanced around the kitchen, her eyes growing wide at his comment. "...I can't...imagine." It's true--she couldn't.

Lui promptly looked down at his hands, studying them side by side to estimate the two-handspan measurement. For some reason, he still couldn't fathom if that'd be below a C, above a C, or just right. Judging by sight alone, it had to be a C+. Pleased with that deduction he nodded his head, giving the hand she had upon his arm a pat. "Perfect. And you look so natural. That's what I like best." He took her to a table of sorts then, before looking around. Surely there were servants. He wasn't going to break a nail trying to cook. Not that he could, or even would to please anyone but himself.

Sansa smiled, vaugely reassured. She wasn't entirely sure what he meant by natural, but since it pleased him..."I'm glad you're satisfied, your grace." She noticed a ghost-servent floating about. "Ah--your grace. I believe those are the servents." She had discovered this out quiet by accident, by demanding a comb loudly within one's hearing range. She cleared her throat, and called one over.

"Very satisfied." Lui said, almost to himself. When the ghost was spotted, he raised a brow a bit. Someone had mentioned something about ghosts, but he hadn't met any until now. So it was true. "Interesting." he said, rubbing his chin a bit. Assuming Sansa had taken that seat, he plopped himself down in one as well, swinging his feet up to crash on the table...or at least he intended to, until he forgot that this all needed to go swimmingly well so he could tell Idike about it later. His feet immediately dropped back down to the floor. "Good, let's eat then. It's about time."

She watched Lui's strange movements curiously, tilting her head. His manner was so confident--slightly similar to Joffrey's, but...well he didn't seem to have any of the cruelty. In fact she found him rather funny--and dashing. Like Loras. She smiled, and spoke to the ghost beside them. "Please bring out the best meal possible for his grace, as well as your finest bottle of wine." She thought of the wine in her room that she had demanded earlier of the ghosts--she was planning on hosting later. It had seemed like good wine. She hoped he would be pleased.

If only the poor girl knew. "Really, Sansa," he said, leaning forward a bit on his elbows. "I know I'm fantastic, but you're more than welcome to call me Lui. Or Prince Lui if you really have to be formal." He offered her a carefully measured smile, his instant charm on. "I insist." he leaned back then, waving a hand dismissively at the ghosts. "Yes, the best meal for the both of us of course. And make sure the wine's red. I can't stand the red stuff." Only in an afterthought did he think of Sansa's tastes. "I hope red is fine with you."

"Ah--yes, red would be lovely, your gra--Prince Lui." She smiled, blushing slightly. The ghosts were quite quick though, and the food was whisked in front of them without much ado. But what a grand feast. "Why--they brought swan! And boar!" She hadn't seen a table like this since the days of eating with Queen Cersei.

He, on the other hand, was used to this. Not so much during his travels looking for princesses, but when lodging anywhere, he always demanded the best. "Impressive. I was worried this would be disappointing." he mused, not really hesitating to help himself. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so hungry. Princess were really hard to keep track of, apparently. It built up a very large appetite.

She helped herself as well, and noticed with no small amount of delight that they had brought a tray of lemon cakes as well. She took two, eating one quickly, almost guiltily.Then she smiled and decided it was in her best interest to act like a lady, and be conversational. "Are you engaged Prince Lui?"

Lui was busy stuffing his face, and he might have asked Sansa to do the same without worrying for it, but he did like a reserved woman. That was how they were supposed to be, afterall! At the question, he sat back, chewing through a particuliarily large mouthful before he nodded a bit swallowing it all down with some wine. "Funny story, that. I wasn't before I came here, but now I am."

"Ah, truly?" That was quite interesting. A small part of her hoped her engagement to Joffrey had been made nil due to her current location. And she thought fleetingly of what it would be like to be free again, and offered a new opportunity to marry. She flushed slightly. "I'm sure your bride is very charming and noble."

He snorted at that. "Not in the least." he said, almost boredly, leaning his chin against one hand. "You're much more beautiful, and charming, and noble than she is." But ah, he supposed that's why he loved her so much. "I thought she was dead, but apparently this place brings the dead living, doesn't it?" he laughed almost dryly. "That sort of makes my hobbies difficult."

"Hobbies, Prince Lui?" She considered her own hobbies. Singing, needlework, knight-admiring. She imagined his own would be something like hunting or sword fighting. Boys tended to interested in things like that--something she just couldn't understand. She took another lemon cake in hand, and sipped quickly at her wine. A little bitter for her tastes, but exciting nonetheless.

Lui liked hunting, alright. Hunting beautiful, 'well-endowed' women, and bringing them to his torture chambers. He liked using whips as well. And most of all, he liked looking absolutely amazing in every way. Those fingernails were hard to maintain, you know. "Yes of course. I have .... a collection. That I'm rather fond of. And a keen interest in the deceased, so to speak. I keep very good company, always. It's very important."

"Collection?" How interesting--perhaps he collected swords or game trophies. King Robert had liked those. "...deceased, your grace?" Admittedly, that made her nervous. She shivered quickly, but put on her most attractive smile. "Ah yes, keeping good company is..quite important." She suddenly felt a little lost in the company of this man, and without thinking took another long sip of wine.

"Mhmm." Lui hummed, taking more interest in that wine. It was indeed good. "I find that the non-living are so romantic. Trapped in that sort of..." he rolled a hand around to illustrate as he spoke. "...slumbering state. The face goes blank and looks so innocent. You have to wonder what they're dreaming about in that dark eternity we all escape to. My dear princess hid herself away in a field of flowers. But that wouldn't be my choice." Creepy? Oh, only slightly. But at least he was sincere about it.

"...Oh." She was wide-eyed at the end of his speech. Death? Romantic? Try terrifying. The eyes of her father's executioner, Ser Ilyn Payne still haunted her dreams--not to mention the way her fathers head had rolled from his body. She shuddered, and took a much longer sip of wine. "My Prince, I believe your views on death are quite unique..."

He always did things his way, so he wasn't surprised by her comment. Lui merely shrugged somewhat lazily, eyeing Sansa over again. The view of a woman's bosom was always different when she was sitting down, in his opinion. "I merely appreciate it as it should be appreciated. That's all. I'm certain you'll make a most...." he smiled to himself, glancing upward as if in some whimsical thought. "...delicate looking corpse. Of course, when the time comes, that is."

The color drained from her face at his comment, and she decided that another glass of wine was in order to help her stay steady. She poured herself one with slightly shakey hands, and gulped it down. Then offered him a smile. "I hope I don't become a corpse until I am no longer quite so delicate looking. I hope the Crone grants me life for many, many years to come. And forgive me for saying so, my Prince, but I feel that you too are much more lovely alive than you would be dead." Her face was flushed with wine, and she punctuated her comment with a decisive nod.

In his most humble opinion, all beautiful women should die young, so the beauty is preserved. He needed to keep Sansa in his company without ending on sour notes, however, so he bit his tongue, almost literally. "I'm sure a beautiful woman such as yourself will have a very long and prosperous life. At the very least, you'll make some undeserving chump happy." He watched her drinking that wine down. Ah well, at least if she got drunk, what he said wouldn't matter as much. "And I must agree. I'm far too wonderful to be put in a state of comatose dreaming. Though if I look anything like my father, I'm going to shoot myself."

She giggled slightly. Chump? She had never heard that term before but it sounded hillarious. Especially applied to Joffrey. "Thank you, Prince Lui. And I'm sure you'll always be very beautiful." She put a hand quickly to her mouth--her tongue was so loose these days! The wine wasn't helping. She started giggling, and reached for another lemon cake. Before realizing she was stuffed. "Ah--it seems I'm rather full!" She giggled again. These giggles were becoming unrestrainable.

Lui smirked. Ah, a woman's laughter. When it was giggle, it could be one of the most delightful sounds. When it got out of hand, one of the most annoying. Good thing he hadn't brought his gun, considering he got trigger happy when he got annoyed. Sansa was not doing so bad though. And Lui was being extremely well behaved. It always ended up this way with the naive ones. He offered the lady some chuckles of his own. "I'm also sure that I'll always be beautiful." he sat back. "And yes, that was some good food." Ludwig Approved.

She glanced towrds a window, and noticed the sky had grown even darker--she had promised to meet Lord Townshend and Vivi later, she remembered suddenly. The wine and beautiful company had almost caused her to forget. "Ah, Prince Lui--thank you for a very lovely evening. I beg you to allow me to retire--it's rather late, and I promised to entertain some friends." She bowed slightly, then offered another smile. "Perhaps you would grant me the pleasure of your company another night?"

Lui grinned rather triumphantly, but managed to tone the expression down to his Prince Charming smile, bowing his head towards Sansa in a way that seemed like etiquette, though he was really just staring down at her bosom again and getting a satisfying eyeful. "Yes, I would like that...very....much, Lady Sansa."

She smiled, and rose, leaving with one more full curtsey. "Goodnight, your grace. Thank you again for a lovely dinner, and I hope to see you soon." She turned and began the walk to her chambers--it had been a goodnight overall. She would look forward to any future encounters.