#princeofscns

[brighteved-blog]

                   ❝  the more i see of the world, the less, i realize, i UNDERSTAND of it.               how frightening & wonderful it is to be reminded of just how small you are. ❞

@princeofscns

[allyricn-blog]

@princeofscns ♥︎’d for a starter

                       when rhoya had heard tell that a dornish lord                        was coming to king’s landing, she hadn’t known                        what to expect. her people so rarely travelled to                        the north, and only then for royal weddings, or                        high holidays. she’d hoped it was her father, the                        only lord she knew to occasionally travel north in                        dealings with other houses, save the rare appearances                        of prince oberyn, or one of her other kinsmen, but                        upon walking the ramparts, she couldn’t see the                        gold fist of her own house, nor the portcullis of                        house ironwood and her hopes had been dashed to                        pieces. no, dornish lords rarely left their palaces,                       and so her confusion was warranted when she spied                       a familiar head of dark hair within the red keep. “-my                       prince?” the noblewoman had nearly tripped over                       her skirts in surprise. “what are you-” she cleared                       her throat, took a moment to address him as would                       befit his station. “i had not expected to see you so far                       from sunspear. are you well?