who: aydin & aegon — @crvwnfought. where: the red keep’s garden.
as she sat upon the stone bench that had been installed into the center of the garden, aydin admired the lush greenery surrounding her. it was a strange feeling, being in king’s landing; the harsh and unforgiving cold of the north was all that she had ever known. the warmth that both the capital and the season offered was a welcomed change, but the pleasant sensation couldn’t quite quiet the small voice inside her head — the starks didn’t belong in the south, terrible and heinous things happened to northerners that dared to venture beyond the twins. the wolf knew that she had to remain alert and diligent; she could hardly even stomach the thoughts of what might happen to her if she were to fall victim to the infamous, political game that had always been played in the crownlands.
aydin heard the discordant sounds of rotten foliage snapping beneath the weight of someone’s steps and she quickly turned around, her eyebrows narrowed in both hesitation and curiosity. “my prince.” she breathed as she stood up and curtsied to the man, just as she had been taught to do. “i’m sorry. i can leave, if you’d like?” her hands were stilled balled up, tightly clutching the silky fabric of her dress. “i hadn’t expected to see anyone else out here. which seems rather foolish of me, now that i think about it...”