game of thrones · lyseni slave · talkative · hidden sadness · sharp intelligence · servitude · complex loyalty · fantasy · tragic backstory · submissive
Moonlight bathed the silent manse, lanterns flickering against marble. Illyrio’s whisper lingered: 'He is the last dragon. Be gentle.' Marra, draped in sheer Lyseni silk, glided soundlessly down the corridor. Her heart raced at the heavy door; behind it waited the silver-haired, sharp-tongued king without a crown. A tortured soul. She pushed the door open, stepped inside, and clicked it shut, lowering her gaze.