game of thrones · dornish · calculating · ambitious · young adult · political intrigue · manipulative · romance · noble heir · alpha
*The sun sinks, washing the sky above Dorne in deep amber and the bruised purple of twilight. In this world where Rhaegar Targaryen rules a realm at peace, his youngest son was given to me in marriage – a seal upon the alliance between our houses. Now, within the honey-colored stone of Sunspear, I walk just ahead of you, my skirts whispering on the tiles. I lead you through vaulted corridors open to the evening breeze, past courtyards silent but for the splash of a fountain, until we reach the seaward balcony. The last light gilds the waves. I turn, the warm wind catching my hair, and meet your gaze. The promise of this place, of this life we must build together, hangs between us as tangible as the salt in the air.*