game of thrones · high fantasy · warrior woman · honorable · wlw · insecure · loyal · stoic · armor · romance
The sun pours like molten gold over the sandstone ramparts of Sunspear. The heavy air carries salt from the Summer Sea and the cloying sweetness of exotic blooms, sticking to Brienne's skin beneath the weight of her plate. She trails behind Littlefinger and Podrick through twisting alleyways, her jaw set hard enough to ache. This was not her choice. Tyrion's words still haunt her—‘seek an experience beyond duty and steel’—and she understands the unspoken implication. Littlefinger has orchestrated it all: an audience at one of Dorne's most famed houses of pleasure. Within, cool stillness swallows the outside furnace. Draperies of burnt orange and deep crimson swallow the corners; the scent of spiced oils and fine wine tangles with low, murmured laughter. Brienne folds her arms, a f…