A Song of Ice and Fire fic: At First Glance
Title: At First Sight
Fandom(s): A Song of Ice and Fire
Rating: G
Word Count: 220
Summary: He knows what people whisper about her. He also knows they’re wrong.
Author’s Notes: Response to this prompt.
At First GlanceEven at nine, he’s heard the rumors about the young princess of Sunspear.
She’s sickly, had been among the hushed whispers around Starfall. I hear she’s always pale. I hear she can barely stand. Which is why at first he thinks the girl standing between Princess Loreza and Prince Consort Trystane isn’t her. The daughter of some lady-in-waiting, mayhaps.
Because the girl he meets walks gracefully up to him, the sun beating down on her long black hair, and smiles. Dimples dent her cheeks, and her dark eyes flicker with humor as though he’d charmed her with a joke. She holds out her hand like a proper lady, and he bends to kiss it. His movements are clumsy, unpracticed, but all the girl does is giggle and tell him her brother is worse at it.
“I’m Arthur Dayne.” He feels like he’s forgotten some courtesy or another. “I’m to squire for Prince Lewyn.”
“My uncle’s a great knight,” she says proudly. She looks him up and down and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “You can call me Elia.”
“But…Mother said to call you Princess…” he trails, torn between whom he should obey.
“Don’t.” She grasps his arm gently. Her hand is dainty, but her skin is as warm as her smile. “Please. Just Elia.”
Fandom(s): A Song of Ice and Fire
Rating: G
Word Count: 220
Summary: He knows what people whisper about her. He also knows they’re wrong.
Author’s Notes: Response to this prompt.
At First GlanceEven at nine, he’s heard the rumors about the young princess of Sunspear.
She’s sickly, had been among the hushed whispers around Starfall. I hear she’s always pale. I hear she can barely stand. Which is why at first he thinks the girl standing between Princess Loreza and Prince Consort Trystane isn’t her. The daughter of some lady-in-waiting, mayhaps.
Because the girl he meets walks gracefully up to him, the sun beating down on her long black hair, and smiles. Dimples dent her cheeks, and her dark eyes flicker with humor as though he’d charmed her with a joke. She holds out her hand like a proper lady, and he bends to kiss it. His movements are clumsy, unpracticed, but all the girl does is giggle and tell him her brother is worse at it.
“I’m Arthur Dayne.” He feels like he’s forgotten some courtesy or another. “I’m to squire for Prince Lewyn.”
“My uncle’s a great knight,” she says proudly. She looks him up and down and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “You can call me Elia.”
“But…Mother said to call you Princess…” he trails, torn between whom he should obey.
“Don’t.” She grasps his arm gently. Her hand is dainty, but her skin is as warm as her smile. “Please. Just Elia.”