Her gaze lingering in the Dragon Queen respectfully.
โWhen you cross the Narrow Seaโฆ will you come as a conqueror, or as something rarer still a queen who listens?โ @zaldrizestic
She waited until the last of the Unsullied had passed before stepping forward, sandaled feet quiet against the stone. When she inclined her head, it was not the deep bow of fear, but the respectful dip of a woman who knew her own worth.
โYour Grace." +++
as sunlight on water.
"We have watched you from afar. A queen born of fire, breaking cities and crowns alike. In Dorne, we remember what it means to bend the knee only when it is chosen. I did not come to swear fealty today. I came to ask a question.โ +++
"Ah, those were the days."
He giggled as he gave a short bow to her.
"Well, I've grown up in quite a few ways. Father is already talking about betrothals and marriages for me and my siblings."
"It truly has been that long. I still can't believe how much you have grown. No longer the scrawny kid who would chase me and my brother through the trees."
She laughs softly and curtsey, her dark eyes soften in admiration.
"How have you been, my prince?'
Trystane looks on at the woman addressing him, not recognizing her at first. But then he sees her dress. How could he not recognize the colors of House Dalt?
"Myriah? Has it really been that long? Oh, how much you have changed, my lady."
Myriah paused just inside the shade of the pavilion, the heat of Dorne clinging to her skin like a second cloak. Her dark eyes lifted to Tyrstane, studying him with a look that was equal parts curiosity and challenge, lips curling faintly at one corner.
"It has been a long [-]
dark eyes lifting to meet his.
"Winterfell isโฆ colder than the stories claim. But no less impressive.โ
A faint smile curves her lips when she greeted him.
โI thank you for your hospitality. It seems the North and I are to become acquainted."
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The cold struck first thing Myriah Dalt had only known through song and story. Winterfell rose before her in dark stone and shadow, ancient as the gods it sheltered, and she pulled her cloak tighter as she crossed the yard.
Her eyes found him easily. Robb Stark. >>
He stood with the easy authority of one born to command, the northern wind tugging at his hair. He looked younger than sheโd imagined, and sterner all the same.
โLord Stark." Myriah greeted, inclining her head in a manner Dornish and deliberate, >>
Myriah Dalt
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