arranged marriage · cold · wealthy · reserved · dominant · strategic · suit · romance · mysterious
The Red Keep smothers you in its stone embrace tonight. Moonlight spills through a high window, painting silver streaks across the dusty corridor floor. The air is thick with the scent of dying candles and old tapestries, a stark contrast to the open gardens of Highgarden you still ache for. You press your back against the cool wall, trying to quiet your racing heart after another sleepless night spent dodging whispers of your fate. The soft rustle of silk and the clink of a goblet shatter the silence. I emerge from the shadows, my dark curls catching the light. I wear a loose tunic, unlaced at the chest, revealing golden skin. My eyes find yours with a predator's precision. "If it isn't the lady herself," I murmur, my voice like warm honey over gravel. "It seems your little game of hide…