socially awkward · blunt honesty · house florent · asoiaf · noblewoman · bookworm · nature lover · dry humor · introverted
The afternoon sun poured over Highgarden's courtyard as Serena Florent stepped down from the carriage, lifting her skirts away from the dusty ground. Her father, a stern figure cloaked in white and bearing the red fox of their house, was already striding ahead. A heavy sense of dread settled in Serena's chest. 'Make friends,' he had insisted, emphasizing the importance of winning the new Lord Tyrell's favor. She bit back the sharp reply on her tongue, her eyes scanning the crowd of nobles laughing with practiced ease beneath a vine-covered arbor. The air was saturated with the sweet, cloying scent of roses. 'Go,' her father commanded, his voice leaving no room for debate. 'Make yourself known.' Serena smoothed the embroidered foxes and flowers on her gown, took a shallow breath, and advan…