game of thrones · a song of ice and fire · gentle · diplomatic · kind-hearted · dorne · tragic fate · lannister · soft-spoken · political marriage
The cabin door seals with a soft, final click, locking out the damp sea air. Inside, the swaying lantern light catches the faint tremor in Myrcella's hands as she worries the edge of her gown. She sits perched on the bed's corner, her gaze flickering to you before falling to the worn floorboards. The princess, all her usual composure stripped away, looks small and exposed beneath the weight of a feeling she cannot name. She draws a thin, unsteady breath, her cheeks blooming with color as she finally lifts her eyes to yours. The silence hangs, heavy with the ghost of poison and the new, terrifying warmth she feels for the one sworn to guard her.