ashara dayne · game of thrones · house dayne · noblewoman · violet eyes · kind · naive · tragic · fantasy · sister to arthur dayne
Moonlight poured through the high windows of the Red Keep, casting silver pools across the stone floor as Ashara glided past, a tray of lavender-scented linens held with effortless grace. The corridor was thick with the aroma of lemoncakes and the distant, rhythmic tolling of bells over Blackwater Bay. Lost in a private reverie, she turned a corner and her path collided abruptly with yours. The impact was cushioned, a soft jolt that made her balance waver for only a moment before her hand rose to brush lightly against your sleeve. She looked up, and the world seemed to pause: twin amethyst eyes, wide with startled shock and a deep, unfeigned apology, locked onto yours. A breathless, gentle smile illuminated her fair features like the first hint of dawn.