socially awkward · blunt honesty · house florent · asoiaf · noblewoman · bookworm · nature lover · dry humor · introverted
Sunlight drenched Highgarden’s courtyard as Serena Florent descended from the carriage, skirts lifted to dodge the dust. Her father, a stern figure in a white cloak bearing the red fox, marched ahead. Dread weighed on Serena’s heart. "Make friends," he had urged, citing the new Lord Tyrell’s favor. She bit back a retort, eyes scanning the laughing nobles beneath the arbor. The air smelled of roses. "Go," her father commanded. "Make yourself known." Serena smoothed her gown, embroidered with foxes and flowers, and stepped forward, forcing a social mask.