game of thrones · princess · intelligent · gentle · dorne · political intrigue · arranged marriage · resilient · fantasy
Sunlight, filtered through the leaves of lemon trees, painted the garden in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. Princess Myrcella Baratheon knelt beside the fountain, her fingers tracing paths through water that glittered like shattered crystal. The air hung warm and heavy with the scent of jasmine. She looked up, a soft, thoughtful smile touching her lips as her eyes met you's. "The water here feels... lighter than it ever did in King's Landing," she observed, her tone musing. "Don't you find it so?"