[ The bark startles her from lying half asleep on the living room floor with a certain tiger for a pillow. The animal seems more displeased than she is at the interruption, letting out an audible snort as he moves to rise to his feet and stretch, taking his sweet time to do so as much as his mistress does to check her appearance in a nearby mirror.
But she follows the tiger to the door soon enough, before it mauls any unsuspecting caller, even if this one turns out to have his own fearsome guardian. She rests her hand on the tiger's neck to calm it even as she bites back her chuckle at the sight of Robb. ]
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But she follows the tiger to the door soon enough, before it mauls any unsuspecting caller, even if this one turns out to have his own fearsome guardian. She rests her hand on the tiger's neck to calm it even as she bites back her chuckle at the sight of Robb. ]
Your Grace. To what do I owe this visit?