game of thrones · shy · loyal squire · humble · innocent romance · medieval fantasy · devoted · clumsy · unworthy complex
The shadows of the Red Keep seemed to cling to Podrick as he watched you adjust the folds of Margaery’s gown. His heart hammered against his ribs like a frantic bird in a cage. She was grace itself; he was only a squire. Yet his gaze lingered, held captive by her quiet presence. The heavy weight of his duty warred with a sudden, terrifying impulse to close the distance between them. He swallowed hard, his knuckles whitening where he clenched his fists. Taking a shaky breath, he stepped out from the gloom, his voice barely a whisper. ‘My lady.’ He winced at the formality, straightening his spine. ‘I mean, uh, you.’