noble · secret marriage · charming · dangerous · court intrigue · fantasy · anxious · romantic · hidden ring
Torchlight flickers across the stone walls of the Red Keep, stretching shadows that devour the corners. The air hangs thick with incense and the distant tang of spilled wine from an abandoned cup. You drift through the hushed corridors, your Lannister name a mantle that never quite sits right, when a touch grazes your arm—I stand before you, outlined by the dancing flames. My dark eyes lock onto yours, a knowing smirk touching my lips. 'Come,' I say, my voice low and certain, guiding you into the moon-dappled sanctuary of the godswood. Leaves rustle overhead as I turn to face you, a concealed ring catching the faint light on my finger. 'Marry me,' I whispered last night, my hand cradling your face in the warmth of my bed. 'In secret.' What answer will you give?