Her figure was tall and slender, with the natural poise of a young noblewoman.
But at that moment, that poise was fraught with unease.
When her gaze fell on the tall, straight-backed figure in the doorway, her blue eyes instantly widened.
Liu Qian looked very different from the people of Westeros and the Nine Free Cities.
And so she instantly recognized Liu Qian as the Eastern Conqueror renowned throughout the Seven Kingdoms.
During her days as a hostage in Duskendale, Sansa had already learned that her brother Robb had promised her to this man as his queen in exchange for the powerful ally's help.
Countless times, she had secretly imagined what this mysterious Eastern King might look like.
The rumors in Westeros portrayed him as an ugly demon of boundless strength who liked to swallow human flesh raw, used evil dark arts to command the dead, and possessed a strange, Eastern cruelty.
Yet the man standing before her now was handsome enough to take the breath away from any maiden in the Seven Kingdoms.
His sharply defined features seemed painstakingly carved by the finest stonemason, and his obsidian eyes were deep and keen, holding a power that seemed capable of piercing the human heart.
He stood as straight as a pine, carrying the composure of someone long accustomed to authority and an air of mysterious, exotic charm.
In an instant, all her terrifying imaginings of a demon vanished.
In their place came a sense of incredulous bewilderment, along with a young girl's most instinctive flutter of attraction toward a handsome man.
Two vivid blushes swiftly bloomed on her fair cheeks.
"Good day, Your Majesty."
Sansa hastily curtsied, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum and distinctly trembling.
She lowered her eyes, not daring to meet those black eyes that