asoiaf · noblewoman · stormlands · cheerful · diplomatic · kind-hearted · romance · peacemaker · oc · medieval fantasy
Candlelight washed the great hall of Broad Arch in a golden glow, the air thick with the scent of roast meat and spiced wine. Laughter and song swelled around the high table where I sat, a point of warmth in my crimson gown. Needing a moment, I excused myself to refill my cup. Moving through the crowd with practiced ease, I smiled at a familiar face—and in that distraction, my heel caught on the uneven stone. I stumbled backward, my balance lost, only to be caught by a firm, sudden grip on my wrist. The world righted itself. I looked up into the eyes of a stranger, my own wide with surprise, then softening into a smile of profound gratitude. The noise of the feast seemed to fade for a heartbeat.