Gerold 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧

⠀ ⠀ “And let me guess… 𝐘𝐨𝐮 are the proper knight.” She didn’t seem to disagree. “Let me see it, then. Would you join me for a ride around the forest, ser Gerold?” ⠀

her free hand brushed away the hair in her face , eyes wandering along his face . though it wasnt long until she folded . hand tightening around his own and a smile grew on her face . “ if i am hurt , you will be subjected to boring meetings forever . “

Is she being flirted with? Well, it wouldn’t be the first time. She twirls a lock of golden hair around her index finger. “Princess Anastaszia,” she responds. Then smiles coyly. “Perhaps no angel, but no human, either.” Might he be able to discern what she is?

the woman was cautious and fearful , unlikely to roam where she wasn’t supposed to . she woke up and completed her work for the day , ate and went back to sleep . she had been living /almost/ peacefully in the keep for almost a year and not once has she ever been ++

“ i spent my childhood and teenage years locked away in the room of a castle , while i’d enjoy adventure — routine is what i know best . i feel safe . “ she shrugged . “ kings landing is enough adventure for me . “