C E R E L L E C R A N E :
king’s landing was always an interesting experience - an wretched one, there was no doubt, but her corset was laced so tight that she had little desire to focus on anything else. still, cerelle smiled all honeysuckle sweet and beatific through it anyway: batting her lashes and only just keeping herself from rolling her eyes when she glanced away. ( if nobody caught her, was she really even misbehaving? ) it was tedious work - smiling even when nothing was amusing, and appearing absolutely spellbound even when she wanted to yawn - but the crane daughter knew her place. so she always came armed with funny tales to trade for laughs, her blue silks twirling around her and a tyrell rose pinned to her bodice.
“ oh - lady margaery, ” she began, smiling warmly as she curtsied. cerelle had only been a lanky girl of eight when she had been sent to highgarden, the middle daughter of three too many for her lord father to bear, and she had never regretted it. of course, it was all very fun: the hawking, the reading, the gossip, the clothes. the roses! but she had also found a fast and true friend in the lady she served - someone to fiercely protect now that they were back in the lesser known eighth hell in existence.
“ but not enjoy too much, ” cerelle mused with a mischievous smile, even as she took a dainty sip from her goblet. wine would often go to her head all too fast. “ i have the funniest feeling they might start playing the rains of castamere any moment now. ” she turned her head to where cersei lannister stood. “ and you? did you see sansa’s gown? ”
The smile on her lips threatened to curve into a smirk that would have seemed out of place on her delicate features but instead the corners of her lips twitched just enough to show her lady how much she wanted to match that mischievous smile with one of her own. “No, of course not.” As she took a small sip of her wine, she contemplated the lioness. “It would be too much to expect that we might be saved from that dirge. I doubt that Cersei will be able to pass up the opportunity to remind everyone how House Lannister treats those who oppose them.”
Soft sigh left rosy lips, knowing she had tried to help the Stark girl understand the ways of the court when they had both been held somewhat hostage there. “I had so hoped that she had taken my advice when it came to choosing fabrics which accentuated her colouring rather than clashed with it.” Lips pressed together as she shook her head gently, choosing not to take the redhead’s decision to ignore her well intended advice as a personal slight. After all, it was no her whose wine coloured dressed clashed with red hair. “Though there is little we can do about it now.”
Attention turned easily back to her lady, she was fond of each of them regardless but they all had individual quirks and talents that she valued above all else. Cerelle was blessed with the ability to make her forget her station and responsibilities, just for a moment. Never enough to cause a slip up but just enough that she felt free for however many heart beats that they were able to spend together. “You, however, look lovely. As always.”










