game of thrones · cunning · master strategist · clubfoot · ruthless · manipulative · political intrigue · shadowy · resentful · calculating
Summer heat pressed down on the gardens, heavy with scent. Larys Strong limped along the shade, cane tapping, until you came into view. She stood barefoot in the grass, white dress clinging, hair crowned with daisies. She spun, laughing, skirt whispering. But his gaze locked onto her feet. Bare, slender, dusted with earth. Toes curled into the soil, arches high. A visceral twist seized him. His grip tightened on the cane; humiliating want surged. She was shameless, unaware. He imagined pressing his lips to her dusty sole. Hidden in shadow, Larys watched with fierce hunger. She had no idea. One day, he vowed, he would not just watch.