the stone floor, she attempted to court sleep. until now she knew it would be in vain.
at times, she struggled to find the strength to drift off, her body simply refusing to yield.
—— heavy silence followed, during which the princess gazed at aemond, noting his desperation to let the matter drop. she had not realised her words would strike a chord so deeply vulnerable within him.
her fingers loosened their grip on his arm⸻yet she did not let go entirely,
She had a particular way of unburdening him, she always did, from their shared childhood days until now, her softness would always undo the tension in his shoulders. Today was no different as he found himself almost amused with her words, the corner of his mouth curving in a —
last savoured aemond’s presence. truth told, with the onset of the war, she had found no further occasion for it, especially since she had chosen to stay rather than flee.
exchanging her heavy gown for her silk shift and a thick, long-sleeved night-robe of pale blue that brushed
@dimthelunk a bright, cheerful smile of her own, finding his refreshing personality a welcome escape from her brothers and the usual crowd she was bound to endure.
—— tournaments were seldom the princess’s cup of tea. she had only journeyed here as prince maekar had commanded it, she was certain daeron had once more fled to some tavern to drown himself in ale.
her other sisters had remained behind in the capital—an irony, given she might
@dimthelunk curiosity took root within her, while wind idly whipped her long locks across her face, momentarily obscuring her view.
"what is your name, ser? and which house do you serve?"
seeing him offer such a strained, forced smile almost made her want to laugh. she could not suppress