aegonbeingfakeisracist: They said the food in Dorne made the men hot-tempered and the women wild and
aegonbeingfakeisracist: They said the food in Dorne made the men hot-tempered and the women wild and wanton. But the Princess Arianne, nibbling at her cheese stuffed peppers, didn’t seem any of those things. Her easy smile was warm; her ink dark eyes lively.“My father regrets that he could not be here to greet you,” she said, to him as much as to Princess Myrcella. “He hopes to return soon. What do you think of our homeland so far?”She smiled at Myrcella as the little princess chattered on about everything her betrothed had told her. When the girl paused for breath, Arianne said, “I’m glad it’s to your liking, Princess. What about you, Ser Arys?”He nearly choked on his wine. “I…yes. Very nice.”Arianne laughed.“I’ll admit,” she said, “it must be different from what you’re used to. But we’ll soon have you every bit as at home here as I am.” -- source link
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