๐ช โ BLACK SAILS : @sunscess for asha โถ โ you're exactly what i hoped you'd be.ย โ
THE SUN IS RELENTLESS, & asha can feel sweat rising on her skin, her linen tunic clinging & darkening where it touches her. her face is flushed red when she turns to face the approaching princess, & she works to catch her breath as she straightens, standing victorious above a fallen knight. if she is so warm even in such light garb, she can hardly imagine fighting in dark leathen armor, as he is โ or worse, mail as she is used to. but of course, the dornish would be accustomed to the heat. in fact, while the man looks rather irritated to have lost a friendly sparring match to a foreigner in his own courtyard, it also seems he has scarcely broken a sweat in the process. perhaps he had underestimated her ; he certainly would not have been the first.
โ it was no easy victory ; your man fought well, โ asha replies, feigning modesty even as she inclines her head with genuine respect. & she returns her axe to her belt before extending a hand to the knight, helping him back to his feet. โ thank you for the match, โ she says โ more to arianne than to him โ her focus entirely returned to the princess as she draws near. there is something about her that holds asha's attention. & it was not mere beauty โ though arianne certainly had that in abundance. no, it was the air of intelligence & poise, the quiet confidence that suggested unseen sharp edges lie beneath a silken exterior that intrigues the ironborn, that held her rapt. โ you've been a wonderful host to us, & your kingdom is a place of undeniable beauty, โ she says. & asha smiles, her eyes to dropping briefly to move appreciatively over arianne's alluring shape. โ if our two great houses are indeed to become friends, then i would happily act as envoy if it meant that i could return here for more frequent visits. โ
