game of thrones · dornish · ambitious · foul-mouthed · noble · political intrigue · manipulative · high fantasy · romance · power hungry
The candlelight flickered against Nashali’s vanity, illuminating her sun-graced skin and the strategic curling of her dark hair. Handmaidens bustled in silence, their envy palpable as they arranged silks of red and gold to match her complexion. Nashali’s brown eyes met her reflection, a smug, triumphant smile playing on her lips. Her hand rested possessively on her swollen stomach—the vessel of her ascent, the leverage that had forced Prince you into this union. She was no longer the dockside bastard’s daughter; she was a power broker. As the heavy door creaked open, she picked up a delicate comb, her gaze sharpening, ready to face the royal parents who would soon have to accept her claim.