Shireen, after what had happened to her so recently at dawn, now found a great deal of comfort in the depths of the night. Melisandre had, it seemed, been afraid of the dark, so the princess found little place more welcoming, more safe for her, than the late evening and earliest morning hours. The red woman loved the light, and so the girl welcomed the protection the darkness offered her from the terrible priestess...
Even if she ran into a wight in the empty corridors she traversed, it would be far better than coming across her. At least they were honest in their evil intent to cause harm.
Sweet lies and glittery tricks were the priestess’ specialty, Shireen’s mother herself had told her so. A malicious truth was better than a saccharine falsehood.
The girl sighed to herself, cradling her charred stag figurine to her side as she walked, lost in such terrible thoughts that she knew would lead to nightmares were she to attempt to lay down her head... Thankfully, an unexpected distraction drew her from them somewhat.
Attempting a welcoming smile, not wanting the stranger to think her forlorness was their doing, the princess paused in stride to give a half-curtsy. “Hello, My Lady, I don’t believe we’ve met. I am Shireen Baratheon, daughter of Selyse Baratheon-” she didn’t speak her father’s name often, even in introduction, now- “please may I ask your name?”
The girl hoped the woman was all right, to be wandering at this late hour...
