scant affection was reserved for the stags; whether they hailed from the bustling king's landing or the thundering storm's end, it mattered little. however, even the ruling lady caron could admit that the company of the king's niece ( @stcrnborn ) was far more preferable over that of the rest of the baratheon kin. for cassandra had a way of making the former hightower set aside her apathy for the stormlords; if only for a moment. ❝ how do you fare, lady cassandra? ❞ she asks, stepping beside the younger woman, ❝ excited for the archery competition? i saw you would be taking part. ❞