𓂅⠀ ⠀ @letsdoscmethingwicked ⠀ asked ⠀ ❛ may i have the honour of wearing your favour today, my lady? ﹙ for his kingsguard verse ﹚ ⠀ .
NAERYS IS NOT, BY TEMPERAMENT, A WOMAN WHO FINDS PLEASURE IN THE MISERY OF OTHERS. it’s never been in her nature, and she’s never wished it otherwise. yet, there’s something almost satisfying about the way her cousin’s gaze finds her from across the gallery, sharp and poorly hidden. it’s wrong, she knows. her septa would say so. the mother would think so. as she looks back at the man who has occasioned it, however, she finds she cannot fault her cousin the envy. they are the most honourable men in the realm, THE KINGSGUARD — and, consequently, the most coveted. still, ❝ do you mean to comfort me, ser? ❞ is what she asks him, even as she unwinds the ribbon from her wrist. he would have heard of it, she imagines — most had, by now, and those who hadn’t need only look, as her husband is ever proud to flaunt the favour of the women he beds. ❝ the king did say you were kind ( . . . ) ❞ she says, more to herself than to him, and smiles. ❝ the pink may not lend itself to a particularly knightly appearance, but it may yet serve you in securing a win. ❞ she offers it to him then, the silk laid across her fingers.














