“that does not make it true.”
careful, measured steps in the opposite direction. back where she’d came from — back where the man assigned to guard her had been lost, and forgotten.
“i don’t believe it’s any of your concern, prince aemond, whether i walk alone or otherwise.”
her gaze narrows, though sara does not dare to look up at him. annoyance for the pebbles underfoot instead of the insistence in his tone that she’d not be missed.
“i imagine you believe you can say whatever you wish, contrary to popular belief—”
[ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡. ]
"Well, I would say that anyone expecting you can wait a bit". This was a guess, but he did not care. He did not wish to dismiss her so easily. He suspected that was what she wanted. He would not grant that wish so easily. "But perhaps they could wonder why were you ⟩
“yes.” a lie, though one that comes to the tongue easily. better to slip away from whatever this was sooner rather than later, before cregan noticed her absence. before the prince turned cruel.
“i am expected back soon.”
a shame, she had so very wished to be dismissed easily. sara does her best to smile prettily — to seem undeterred by this prince shaped detour.
“if you say so, your grace.”
dainty hands smooth over the fabric of her skirt, watching him carefully.
[ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡. ]
"Oh, do not mistake my intentions, lady Snow. I did not say anything about you leaving".
He said quite amused by the reaction of the young lady. The corner of his lip turns up in a half smile full of irony. At least this was more entertaining than he previously thought. »
₊˚。⋆❆⋆。˚₊ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗢𝗗𝗦 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗥. of that, sara had become most certain — why else would a morning walk in quiet lead her here, why else would she have little choice but to bite her tongue and play nice.
“your grace.”
[ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡. ]
He did not expect to meet her, but now that he sees her he cannot pretend otherwise. It was not in his nature.
"My lady, @NRTHRNBSTRD. I did not expect your presence".
soft, even-keeled tone as she stretches her limbs into a well-mannered bow. there was little denying who he was based off of look alone —
one-eyed, silver-haired, lean, and tall.
𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅 stuck out in a crowd.
[ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡. ]
the bastard-born daughter of lord rickon stark and lady ceryse cerwyn. half-sister to lord cregan stark, born in the coldest month of the year 110AC. referred to collectively in the annals of history as lord rickon’s shame, a half-wild beauty of uncertain virtue.