the creak of the door incites her head to turn , hands pausing mid β air. βoh,β dropping them to her lap , straightening her spine. βi was not β¦ expecting you.β careful of her soft β spoken words , offering a timid smile.
lady floris baratheon of stormβs end, fourth daughter of lord borros baratheon. sweet, summer child with a heart made of heat lightning. one of many political petals on the stem wielded in her fatherβs iron fist. Β»
lady floris baratheon of stormβs end, fourth daughter of lord borros baratheon. sweet, summer child with a heart made of heat lightning. one of many political petals on the stem wielded in her fatherβs iron fist. Β»
a terrible fatherβs favorite frivolous daughter, often disregarding storm court duties to play the harp, steal strawberry cakes from the kitchens, sneak off to town to buy new hair ribbons, & dance in thunderstorms. Β»