[ Indeed. Her favored wools in darker shades will need to be traded for light linens in lighter colors to fend off the heat of the sun. She has a feeling that she'll need parasols and plenty of shade lest she burn fiercely.
Dorne sounds like a dream to her. A place of solace. A place where noble ladies aren't beaten before the court. She trusts in his word even if she is wary. She always expects something terrible to happen when presented with something good.
What else can she lose now? Always something, she's learned. ]
I fear I'll turn white red beneath the Dornish sun. My complexion isn't very forgiving in it.
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Dorne sounds like a dream to her. A place of solace. A place where noble ladies aren't beaten before the court. She trusts in his word even if she is wary. She always expects something terrible to happen when presented with something good.
What else can she lose now? Always something, she's learned. ]
I fear I'll turn white red beneath the Dornish sun. My complexion isn't very forgiving in it.