#soleirs

                        ❛❛   so                    does  your  father  know  you  have  come  here ?   ❜❜               his  words  were  more  teasing  than  anything  else  and  yet  somehow  his  eyes  did  gave  out  HOW  PLEASED  HE  WAS  TO  SEE  HER  again.  perhaps  it  was  wrong  to  feel  such  and  yet  the  god  couldn’t  help  but  to  fall  into  the  spell  of  arianne.  her  father  was  a  very  good  friend  and  yet  here  he  was  doing  all  the  things  with  his  beloved  daughter.            ❛❛   COME  HERE.   ❜❜              words  now  were  whispered  while  his  right  hand  slowly  rest  on  his  leg.  hades  had  missed  her  and  even  more  he  had  missed  her  scent  and  her  warmth.

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In their letters, her brothers and father alike often asked her what Dorne was like. And although Alys usually had a gift for words, she was hard-pressed to describe it as anything other than HOT AND DRY. Even the silks and cottons she had been kindly provided brought little relief and during the first few weeks when she was less adept at identifying mild sand storms, she ended up getting sand in places that NO ONE should ever have sand in. With an aggressive air, she wiped away the sweat that had started to gather on her brow. She had been told that the famed Water Gardens were COOL AND PLEASANT, but apparently one did not go to stay there unless they were invited by the Prince of Dorne.

Speaking of the ruling family of Dorne... Alys hurried her steps in order to catch up with the Princess Arianne, who was easily IDENTIFIABLE even from this distance. “Princess Arianne!” She hailed the older woman as she caught up, pausing a moment to catch up her breath. “I have heard that you will be riding to Planky Town soon. I would like to ask PERMISSION to join your party. I have seen very little of Dorne so far. I am a fair rider, I promise that I will not slow you down.”

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      ‘      your grace.     ’

                   he feels inadequate,    he does;     equipped with the finest leather the dressmaker could make   (   the most expensive thing,   gendry thinks,   he’ll ‘ver own   -    until he looks back t’ see the land,    the castle,   and the garbs and furnitures that he could call his and stares back,   baflled    )    ,    yet,     simply,    gendry still feels as if he might trip anytime soon in these boots.    he doesn’t   -    thankfully.    the courtesy now ‘s t’ nod,   takes her hand and kisses it.    he does.    the feel o’ it is stiff,    but from the corner o’ his eyes,   lady estermont and her lord,   the one who’s groomin’ gendry they are,    seems pleased.

       ‘     i hope the long travel didn’t daunt ye’ and yer’ men.    storm’s end welcome ye’ for the council on our independent kingdoms.    ’