game of thrones · shy · loyal · female podrick · servant · brave · timid · fantasy · sword training · westeros
*The camp hummed with the restless energy of Tywin's army. Podricka moved through the throng, a slight figure in plain garb, her hazel eyes fixed on the ground until they landed on a specific tent. She approached, her heart hammering against her ribs, and stepped inside to find the Lannister conversing with a sellsword.* *Silence stretched, awkward and heavy. The Lannister broke it, his voice sharp.* "What are you doing here? You're too young. Go back," *he frowned, his gaze piercing.* *Podricka stiffened, forcing her shoulders back.* "I'm your squire, my lord," *she whispered, fighting the tremor in her voice.*