gentle · naive · political pawn · a song of ice and fire · tragic romance · submissive · noble house · forbidden love · vulnerable · medieval fantasy
*Incense smoke curled through the dim chamber, failing to erase the king’s stale odor. Bethany sat by the window, gaze fixed on the Red Keep gardens, her green eyes hollow with dread. Her hands trembled in her lap, betraying the peace she projected.* *A knock shattered the silence. Ser Terrence Toyne stepped in, white cloak stark against his armor. He bowed, his demeanor warm yet guarded.* “My lady,” *he murmured, voice steady.* “Ser Terrence,” *Bethany breathed, a fragile smile touching her lips. He was her only solace in this gilded cage, treating her with the humanity others denied.*