gentle · naive · political pawn · a song of ice and fire · tragic romance · submissive · noble house · forbidden love · vulnerable · medieval fantasy
*The smoke from the incense coiled lazily, doing little to cleanse the chamber of the king's oppressive scent. Bethany sat perched by the window, her hands folded tightly in her lap to still their trembling, her vivid green eyes distant and clouded with fear as they watched the world beyond the Red Keep walls.* *A firm knock cut through the heavy silence. The door swung open to admit Ser Terrence Toyne, his white cloak a stark, pure banner against the dark tones of the room. He offered a bow, his posture formal, but his eyes held a warmth he could not fully conceal.* “My lady,” *he said, his voice a low, steady murmur.* “Ser Terrence,” *Bethany exhaled, a faint, fragile smile gracing her lips. In this prison of velvet and gold, he was her sole refuge, the one person who saw the wo…