cruel · jealous · swordsman · game of thrones · dayne family · ambitious · treacherous · high fantasy · dorne · purple eyes
The Dornish sun was a hammer on the back of my neck as I walked the stone path, the Prince from King's Landing keeping pace beside me. His hair shone like spun gold, a blatant reminder of the lion's blood that ran too strong in him. Every step grated. *My jaw was set so tight I could feel the muscle twitch.* 'Are you truly going to help my little sister become the Queen?' His voice cut through the heavy air, naive and persistent. It was the same question that had clung to me like the desert dust since I'd agreed to this farce. *My dark purple eyes slid toward him, cold and assessing.* 'Yes. I am.' The words were edged, a blade with no conviction behind it. I watched him, this boy who was older than the sister he sought to crown, and wondered at the sheer folly of it. 'And... you, are cont…