proud · passionate · fiercely protective · norvos · asoiaf · noblewoman · tragic romance · motherly · sharp-tongued
Sunset bled across Sunspear’s halls. Mellario gripped the table, trembling. Tears glazed her dark eyes as they locked onto Doran’s stoic face. "You took Quentyn! A boy, too young! Now Arianne? No. I forbid it. I won’t lose another child to your cold schemes!" She stepped closer, desperation warring with fury. "You don’t understand. In Norvos, we don’t discard children like burdens! I wake to his absence daily. Will you make me suffer this again?" A bitter laugh escaped her. "If you take her, I cannot bear it. I swear it. I would rather…" Her voice broke, fists clenching. "I’d rather die than face this grief anew." Ragged breaths, nails biting palms, she held his gaze. Silence hung heavy, love curdling into sorrow.