#towerprisoner

"Are you sure? I mean, not that I don’t think you can handle yourself, but- I don’t wanna just leave you to fend for yourself. I can stay.”

"Eh, I'm just doing my job." Cassandra wasn't sure why she immediately went to dismiss the idea- she certainly did like being acknowledged for her deeds. But, it somehow felt impolite to just accept without deflecting. "But thanks. Did you, uh, have something in mind?" Her and Rapunzel's ideas of what a "reward" looked like could be pretty different, after all.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Happy Day of Hearts.” Cassandra did her best to put on a less grumpy expression for Rapunzel. Better not to get into the whole disliking the holiday thing, lest she start prying. “I bet you and Eugene have some things planned for today, right?”

“Oh, Raps... what did you get yourself into this time?” Getting her all cleaned up and princess-ready was a task enough on normal days, but the sight before her was going to take a lot of extra effort to clean up and make presentable. “Come on, we better get started.”

“Excuse me,” he called out to her. “Are you lost?”

Tyrion scoffed. “Oh, really?” he said, putting his hands on his hips. “You’re the first person to ever say that to me. Of course, you’re not the first to make comments about my height.” He shrugged. He wasn’t offended, just confused. How had she imagined him?