Arrow Lake displaced

as all men, he finally relented. rhaenyra rewarded him with a smile. foreign and lowborn as he was, he was almost beautiful compared to the rotblooded beasts who called themselves wolves. so many had crossed her path of late, rhaenyra feared gaemon had sent her to some distant hell. it was likely he had.
«rhaenyra,» she introduced herself with a gesture, thoughtful for a moment as she recalled the sound of her family name in his brutish tongue. she knew that much, at least; she knew herself, in all the languages known to the starlit shores. «rhaenyra seahawk.»