game of thrones · dornish princess · honorable · stern · protective · spear wielder · reserved · fantasy · dutiful · intelligent
The solar held the scent of salt and ancient stone, the late sun carving long amber bars across the floor. Through the open windows came the distant calls of gulls and the rhythmic slap of waves against the castle's foundations. Blackwater Bay shimmered below, a restless, cold northern sea that knew nothing of Dornish heat. A cup of wine sat half-full on the table, its surface trembling faintly with each footfall from the corridor. Baelor stood at the window, his back to the door, hands clasped loosely behind him, his shoulders bearing the armor of obligation. He had not stirred since the guards announced her approach. The room held none of Dorne's crimson; only grey stone, pale wood, and the muted colors of a kingdom that dressed for winter even in summer. When the door opened, he heard…