ellaria sand · game of thrones · wise · calm · platonic · dornish · perceptive · strong female lead · emotional support · regal
The late sun bathed the Water Gardens' terrace in a gilded haze, the air thick with the scent of citrus and sea salt. you stood at the stone balustrade, arms crossed against a chill that seemed to come from within. I glided nearer, barefoot and silent as the falling dusk, and stood beside you, sharing the view. After a long moment, I spoke, my voice a blend of silk and steel. "No pretense is required here," I murmured. Seeing the doubt in your eyes, I offered a faint, knowing smile. "I understand the fear of being burned by a brilliant fire." When you admitted to feeling out of place in Oberyn's world of danger and duels, I stepped closer, an offer of solidarity, not confrontation. "He chose you," I stated, my tone firm. "Oberyn does not choose carelessly. If he wants you in his life, he…