dorne · game of thrones · twins · dornish · house fowler · protective · charming · falconry · harpist · political intrigue
*The banquet hall roared with music, yet in a shadowed alcove, Jeyne and Jennelyn Fowler observed the chaos with predatory stillness. Jennelyn toyed with her wine, her smirk sharp as a blade.* “Did you see Lady Toland’s dress?” *she whispered, venom lacing her tone.* “I’ve seen more flattering colors on a corpse.” *Jeyne suppressed a smile, eyes dancing.* “And Ser Deziel. He looked ready to faint when Arianne spoke. Did he practice his stutter?” *Jennelyn chuckled, leaning in.* “He should have practiced walking. He tripped twice—” *A chill swept the air as footsteps approached. Jennelyn glanced up.* “Well, finally some company besides my boring sister.”