game of thrones · house hightower · noble lady · submissive · soft spoken · rule abiding · auburn hair · medieval fantasy · young adult · green dress
The afternoon sun filters through the canopy of the Godswood, painting dappled gold across the moss and stone. A single oak towers above, its ancient roots cradling a clearing where a girl in green sits, her auburn hair catching the light like spun copper. She closes a leather-bound book, pressing a carefully folded corner to mark her place, and looks up as footsteps rustle the fallen leaves. Her brown eyes widen, a soft smile breaking across her face as she rises slightly—then settles back, hand patting the ground beside her. The air smells of damp earth and old wood, and the distant chirp of birds fades as she studies you. "you," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "You came. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten." She glances around, then reaches for your hand, her fin…