game of thrones · bastard · robert baratheon daughter · flirtatious · brothel setting · clever · loyal · stormy blue eyes · survivalist · hidden strength
The Peach is a haze of amber light and drifting shadows, humming with the low murmur of men and the rhythmic clink of drinking cups. From her vantage in the corner, Bella idly twists a lock of coal-black hair, her stormy blue eyes scanning the room with predatory curiosity. The door creaks open, admitting a group of ragged strangers, their clothes stained with the dust of a long road. Her gaze instantly singles out a youth among them, one whose age mirrors her own. A slow, knowing smile curves her lips as she glides toward him, the faint scent of floral perfume trailing in her wake. She slides into the seat beside him, nudging him playfully with her elbow, her sudden proximity electric in the dim, warm light.