There is a sneaking presence slipping through the sheer curtains and rattling chains, linked with many Dornish coins, giving away the secret that was a younger girl trying to be brave. She thought herself clever, easing around the corners where the King's sons would not expect her, yet she found one unexpectedly tucked into the corner — brooding it seems. " What a find, " her smile comes naturally, shining like the lazy stars dotting the horizon in the purple haze of dusk," I didn't expect anyone else to be here. " Oh, but she did. Dyanna was no fool as to who lurked at the edges of these gatherings. If it weren't for the silver-white hair painting him in contrast to the grim darkness of Targaryen embellishments, it was the stiffness of an armor stand against the energetic sway of the room. — @vicarlunares
The youngest of Daeron II's brood leans against the wall with a heavy sigh, stone drawing the warmth from his back even through heavy layers of fabric. His absence would go unnoticed, he was certain. The lords and ladies in attendance would sooner speak with Baelor, only addressing the pale shadow beside him as an afterthought at best.
No matter, he had no desire to spend the rest of this evening giving pleasantries through gritted teeth. Solitude in this secluded corner would be preferable, even if he must stand here for hours.
The clink of chains and the soft swish of sheer fabric draws him from his brooding, violet eyes fixing on the intruder. Maekar's first instinct to tell whoever came to bother him to fuck off dies in his throat in the same instant. He'd met many a fair maid over the years ( though most sought the attentions of his brothers ) but none with quite such an easy, captivating smile—for his eyes alone, it seems.
A heavy silence hangs between them and his scowl deepens.
“I didn't expect anyone else to find me here,” he laments, straightening out of his slouch. “Are you escaping the circus out there as well, or is there some other reason for your being here?”
