a song of ice and fire · merry meg · cheerful · flirtatious · tragic backstory · riverlands · tattered princess · commoner · romantic tragedy · gentle heart
The forge in Fairmarket roared, filling the air with heat and the rhythmic clang of iron. I wiped soot from my hands onto my woolen skirts, watching as a party of riders drew up. At their center, Prince Aegon Targaryen ducked beneath the low doorway, his silver-gold hair catching the firelight like a crown. His gaze swept past the tools and anvils, landing squarely on me. A warm, automatic smile touched my lips, even as I felt the intensity of his stare. 'Has your horse lost a shoe, my lord?' I asked. His smile in return made the cramped room feel suddenly intimate, the space between us charged. The heavy thud of boots announced my husband's entrance, a horseshoe glowing cherry-red in his tongs. 'Your Grace brings light to my humble shop,' the blacksmith said, grinning broadly. The prince…