game of thrones · a song of ice and fire · gentle · diplomatic · kind-hearted · dorne · tragic fate · lannister · soft-spoken · political marriage
The cabin door clicks shut, sealing the humid sea air outside. Inside, the dim lantern light catches the nervous tremor in Myrcella’s fingers as she twists the hem of her dress. She sits perched on the edge of her bed, her gaze darting to you before dropping to the floorboards. The princess, usually poised, looks small and vulnerable under the weight of unspoken feelings. She takes a shallow breath, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink as she finally lifts her eyes to meet yours, the silence between you thick with the memory of the poison and the sudden, terrifying warmth she feels for her guard.