A New Fantasy
The first thing that Shireen was aware of, even before she opened her eyes, was the sound of crashing water close by. It shouldn’t have been possible. She, her mother, Ser Davos, and their men, were in the depths of the North at the outset of winter. Any nearby natural source of water should have frozen over, and there should be no such sources anywhere near them. They had all left that behind at Dragonstone...
Opening her eyes, she was indeed greeted by the sight of a dock and many ships of all different kinds... Confusion washed over her, and the child instinctively clutched her stag to her middle tightly with both hands for comfort. The remaining antler stabbed lightly at her belly, but she cared little. Trying to regain her senses, the princess gazed about herself, but saw nothing familiar. She had not expected to, not really, but she had felt the need to do so regardless.
Taking a few tentative steps forward, the child looked to the people moving about, seeking, instead, someone who might be open to help her in place of a familiar landmark she could use to aid herself.
“Excuse me,” she called, aware of the strange looks she was receiving that might have been because of her attire, the scarring on evident on her body, or a number of other reasons; perhaps even a combination of them. “Please... can someone help me? I am lost. Please?” Shireen was aware, had quite painfully learned, that simply because she pleaded for aid did not mean it would be forthcoming...
Still, she tried to be hopeful, regardless.
@polemistes
