And there he stood, Harry the Heir himself; tall, handsome, scowling. “Lady Alayne. May I partner you in this dance?”
She considered for a moment. “No. I don’t think so.” Color rose to his cheeks. “I was unforgiveably rude to you in the yard. You must forgive me.”
“Must?” She tossed her hair, took a sip of wine, made him wait. “How can you forgive someone who is unforgiveably rude? Will you explain that to me, ser?”
Ser Harrold looked confused. “Please. One dance.”.
So named because you are the fifth Invictus the unconquerable, the invincible. Begotten of the Master, the seventh original strix. It is too hard for you to understand now. You bear the Master’s mark, yes. But not all who have horns are demons. // Archaria, 3x03 “First Born”