♡̵ * 𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐷 ╱ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 .ᐟ

"The Vale has much to offer my princess. What do you wish to see? The mountains? Or the Eyire itself?" He would question as they walked. "Speak and I shall deliver."

He offered her his arm. "Of course, princess. Lead the way."

our army, along with Boltons, became victorious at Moat Cailin — the Starks are not a major threat any longer. i pray for you and your brothers’ safety every day and it appears that the gods heard me. . . in fact, we might even take our breakfast together in the old arbour —

"Dorne tends to not hide much, that much is true, princess." Arianne would respond, the smile from before still on her face. She soon moved to sit on a bench nearby and going to fan herself. Even if she was raised in such climate, the Dornish heat was quite something. --

“ what .ᐟ it is the truth , and you know it .” amusement , only growing at how flustered her sweet sister grew . oh how she could’ve predicted the reaction . “ it would not be kind of me to lead the poor lord into hope .”

fingers twitched at his side, uncertain whether to brush her golden curls from her eyes or not. would that be too fatherly? would it stir too many questions? jaime wasn’t certain, so, he stayed his hand. ( + )

for a brief moment, she could not speak. the words caught in her throat like a sob she would never allow herself to release. Myrcella’s hand — small, soft, trembling — rested upon her own, and the queen looked down at their joined hands —