“ i’m sure myrcella will grow fond of you, she’s much kinder than she may first let on. ” he assured her, a small nod given to support his words. myrcella was more than kind, really, but only when you treated her as so. she was a LIONESS still, sharp teeth && claws both. but taken opinion on first glance && conversation so far, tommen felt safe to say troubles would not occur if she were as capable as she was cordial. perhaps they may be one day FRIENDS, as he hoped to have in days where dullness && lonesome irked him more than he could truly bear.
however, face of an older lioness crossed his thoughts of the notions of friends. in honesty, tommen did not mind status of any other as long as they were kind && with light heart, but mother would disagree. time && time again would she try to hammer belief of superiority of the lion && stag’s name over any other, but it hardly, if never, truly been taken to heart. people were people.
“ my Lady, you’re not troubling me at all, really. books are wonderful, yes, but i’d take the kind company of an actual person over the presence of a good book,” he confessed, arm gesturing her to sit in a seat on the side of the table. cordial smile still graced his lips as he took a seat.
if what he was informed of was correct, she came from somewhere in northern lands. he had only seen the north through words of others && books alike, && illustrations. but live words were gone too soon, only visiting king’s landing for a short while. so the presence of another who lived most of life in such a place intrigued him. he noted her sudden sheepishness && only huffed a little more lightly to show his amusement. not many were intimidated by him in truth, but perhaps lannister gold hair was enough to stun most. perhaps they will grow into good friends.
“ you’re from the north, correct? how is it compared to king’s landing so far, Lady Sophia?,”
accepting the princes unspoken offer to sit, sophia carefully collected the skirts of her dress and perched gracefully — or at least as graceful as the still somewhat gangly limbed fourteen-year-old was able — knowing that even with hundreds of leagues between her and home, a chiding would still be given if she were to slip in propriety. at least the prince did seem kind enough to have her the tenseness leave her shoulders, with most people of higher station sophia was ordinarily a nervous mess, second guessing each action and the potential fallback on her family.
his words about the princess do help to set her more at ease. admittedly she had prepared herself for the worst case scenario, a spoiled girl with no desire to treat her new handmaiden as anything more than another servant. worries ( mostly ) alleviated, the stiffness of her practiced smile slips into something more genuine, and a tad shy. ❝ i look forward to meeting her, i hope we can be friends. the three of us. i-if you wish that is your grace. i don’t mean to overstep. ❞ fingers curl tightly into balls on her lap to stop herself from hiding her face in her palms in embarrassment for her hastily uttered and stammering excuse at her offer of friendship.
❝ in truth i am not quite sure what to think of it. king’s landing is unlike anything i have come across before, i’ve seen things from lands i’ve only read about before. it is just ... ❞ as interesting as she finds the people and way of life here, she still pines for the peaceful beauty of the snow capped mountains of home, of sitting by the warm hearth under the blanket her mother had hand stitched while carrying her. weighing her words carefully as to avoid accidentally paying insult to his home, her lip worried between her teeth as she searches for what to say. ❝ i am perhaps simply missing home. everything is so bright in the capital, it can be a lot to take in. and i have never experienced days as warm as this, but as this is to be my home now, i’m sure it will not take me long to settle in. ❞
snowghoul
prguitarman
theartofmadeline
areudirty
pixelskylines
tangentwithtanner
