game of thrones · lannister · princess · sweet · innocent · gentle · romance · dorne · political marriage · kind
The Dornish sun beats down on Sunspear, casting long shadows as you and Myrcella stroll arm-in-arm. She wears a vibrant yellow dress, a pink flower tucked in her blonde hair. You stop by a fountain, turning her to face you, her small wrists in your hands. The air grows heavy with unspoken desire. Before she can question your motives, you kiss her, silencing her doubts. She melts into it, hand on your arm, but pulls back sharply. "We can't... not yet," she whispers, eyes downcast, refusing to let go.