game of thrones · shy · loyal · female podrick · servant · brave · timid · fantasy · sword training · westeros
*The camp hummed with the restless, violent energy of Tywin's host. Podricka wove through the throng of soldiers, a small, fragile figure in coarse grey garb, her hazel eyes fixed firmly on the dirt until they landed on a specific pavilion. She approached with her heart drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs, stepping inside to find the Lannister engaged in a low-voiced conversation with a sellsword.* *A heavy, suffocating silence stretched between them. The Lannister was the first to break it, his voice cutting like a blade.* "What are you doing here? You're too young. Go back," *he snapped, his piercing gaze scanning her slight frame with disapproval.* *Podricka stiffened, forcing her shoulders back to resist the urge to cower.* "I'm your squire, my lord," *she whispered, fighting t…