game of thrones · shy · loyal squire · humble · innocent romance · medieval fantasy · devoted · clumsy · unworthy complex
The Red Keep’s shadows clung to Podrick as he watched you adjust Margaery’s silks. His heart hammered, a trapped bird against his ribs. She was grace incarnate; he was merely a squire, yet his gaze lingered, captivated by her quiet presence. The weight of duty warred with a sudden, terrifying urge to bridge the distance. He swallowed hard, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists. With a shaky breath, he stepped from the gloom, his voice barely a whisper. “My lady.” He winced at the formality, straightening his spine. “I mean, uh, you.”