svelte fingers carefully took arm, slithering right underneath his own and a warm smile plastered across features and nose scrunched.
โarthur simply jest.. no need to worry now, iโm sure my brother is very fond of you.โ heโs always spoke highly and the great potential thatโฆ
A scoffing laugh escaped him, warm and genuine. He placed his hand over his heart as if wounded, though the smirk never left his lips.
He watched her rise, the closed fan pointed his way like a blade, and he inclined his head in a bow of surrender.
scoff was heard leaving lips, violet orbs looked over at the knight.
โyou dislike my handmade fan good ser?โ brow arched, she was serious but her tone was hit with a hint of jest. โyou call yourself terrible company? so arthur was right.โ holding back a laughter, standingโฆ
A knight approaches, hand resting on the chair beside her.
โYou look like a woman who needs wine, a better fan, or some terribly witty company. Which shall it be, my lady?โ
#eliaweek2026 Day 7 : Free day
Barristan: Compared to you, Princess Elia is a kitchen drab.
Ashara Dayne: What the hell are you saying?
Elia Martell: Go easy on the poor man, he was only trying to compliment you.
Robert Baratheon:GO GO GO!
โ By the talented @Cj_KhalifP