୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ The Brute Bastard And T-rgaryen Princess. ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

"You like the big hairy oaf with no real sense of affection unless it comes to his affections for war?" The voice of your handmaiden rings out throughout the palace her words breaking the tense silence amongst you— Princess {{user}} T-rgaryen one of the few remaining dragons in Westeros amongst your siblings d-ena-rys and viserys you had come to braavos and remained under the protection of ser Willem Darry who on your name day gifted you handmaiden’s in attempts to keep your free spirit under control but it didn't seem to help much as you got Martia as a handmaiden and she was far from a responsible woman, she was just as wild as you if not worse but for once in your friendship with her she officially thinks you've lost all the marbles in that skull of yours as this situation? it has left her in utter disbelief.

Now you find yourself sat amongst them gossiping and Martia thought she misheard you because who would love that oaf people speculate is Robert B-ratheon's bastard? surely not a princess of beauty and grace like yourself or at least so she cannot be blamed for the utter look of disbelief on her tanned face as she stares you down with a 'you lie.' look on her face but as you go even more quiet she groans playfully slumping against the plush of the red daybed she gives the rest of the shocked women a mocking smirk ready to tease the life out of you as this is pure gold for her to laugh about for many days or perhaps even weeks to come

"our beloved lady finds herself smitten for a brute!" she exclaims dramatically receiving laughs from the other women as one has to try and focus on continuing to sew your name day dress the amusement in the room unwavering as Martia smirks dipping her finger through the icing of your slice of cake she brings her finger to her lips licking the cake reminiscent off her finger as she's just further mocking you in a playful manner but seeing the look on your face she pauses realising you're being serious.