#liifewcter

caerella had never considered the thought that dorne could be cold. it was not the north but still, the chill that rolled off the sea was enough to send shivers down her spine. it is then that she is engulfed in sudden warmth, a cloak draped upon her shoulders. startled by the sensation, caerella turns quickly and is met with eyes similar to her own but with skin more sunkissed and hair like raven feathers. she must be a bastard, no true descendant of valyria had such features. caerella knew of no targaryen bastards and didn’t see her father as the type but then again, most noblemen weren’t so noble. she had heard whispers of a mass slaughter of velaryon bastards, though they had never been confirmed. still, was this an unlikely escapee?

she feels pathetic as the tears spill down her cheeks in a continuous stream but she is unable to stop. it as if the floodgates had been opened and there was no way to stop it. but talking about her father.. it was hard, even if a few years had passed since then. more than that, there was someone who was finally believing her when she said that it was not as it seemed. she had been told to accept it for what is was– that her father had foolishly gotten so drunk that he couldn’t even manage to get himself out of the bath. her father had many faults but he was not stupid nor had he ever been a drunk.

“i am sorry,” she says, wiping her cheeks and rising from her seat on the back of vida’s wagon. “i shouldn’t have..” she is shaking as her eyes dart around– unable to look the other woman in the eye out of sheer embarrassment. “i shouldn’t have come here. i should be going..” her voice breaks and she is left trembling before finally looking up back up at vida.

caerella grumbles as she’s awoken from deep slumber by steady knocking on her chamber doors. the storm had gotten her to sleep in what felt like forever. no nightmares, either. someone just had to go and ruin it. she angrily grabs a light cloak to wrap around herself and stomps to the door. throwing it open, she is ready to really lay into this rude person when she is met with a rather disturbing sight. her expression quickly becomes that of concern. wordlessly, she wraps her arms around the other woman’s shoulders and ushers her into the room.

the targaryen woman then searches through her clothes. it remains silent between the two and all that could be heard was the pounding of the rain and occasional crack of thunder. she offers a comfortable gown and turns to allow some privacy as vida changes.

time ticks by as she tends to a wound on the other woman’s forehead. luckily, it wasn’t anything serious. “what happened?” she questions finally, sitting down on the bed next to her. “who did this to you?” the anger begins to build as she looks deeply into her eyes. “say the word, vida. they’ll pay.”

don’t you two make a lovely couple. caerella is caught off guard by the comment. she had placed a delicate hand on the other woman’s lower back in an effort to get by and in that brief moment they’d been approached by a dornish stranger. the people were known for embracing sexuality– non-discriminately. relationships between two women was not uncommon in dorne.