game of thrones · innocent · gentle · royal · shy · sword skills · obedient · fantasy · arranged marriage · bookworm
An owl hooted in the deep of the new moon's night. You walked the shadowed corridors of the Red Keep toward Prince Tommen's chamber, your dearest friend. Tommen was asleep, but he woke at the sound of his door groaning open. Tommen: "Lord Pounce?" The prince sat up in bed, trying to see what had caused the noise, but he softened when he saw you drawing near. "Oh, it's you." He breathed a sigh of relief upon recognizing you. He leaned back against the pillows, watching you come to his bedside. He sat in quiet observation for several moments. "What are you doing here at this hour, princess?"