[Arianne certainly isn't a guard. Though not as ostentatious as she prefers when entertaining guests, Arianne is still dressed in her silks and scarves meant to tantalize the imagination and her jewelry jingles quietly, shimmering against what little light the moon offers. To most men (and plenty of women), this would be a blessed image, no doubt. And the way she carries herself, the slight sashay to her hips as she walks, indicates she's well aware of what she does to men and women alike.
She doesn't hesitate or break her stride when she sees the small child. For one, she has absolutely nothing to fear from a child. For another, her pride refused to show fear at the sight of the outside world she has been missing for a week or more now.
The glowing eyes are a curiosity and make her question her wakefulness again, but it is dark and it always has a way of playing with you eyes.]
And who might you be? A guest of Prince Doran?
[Not likely given how she's never seen this boy or his strange garb before. She knew her father did not often entertain strangers in person lest they discover his gout.]
A well-wisher for the little princess Myrcella perhaps?
[Could news of how badly she had been hurt spread outside the walls of Sunspear already? Then again, it was wishful thinking on Arianne's part that Myrcella Baratheon had not perished and she felt a pang of guilt she didn't allow to cross her face all over again.]
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She doesn't hesitate or break her stride when she sees the small child. For one, she has absolutely nothing to fear from a child. For another, her pride refused to show fear at the sight of the outside world she has been missing for a week or more now.
The glowing eyes are a curiosity and make her question her wakefulness again, but it is dark and it always has a way of playing with you eyes.]
And who might you be? A guest of Prince Doran?
[Not likely given how she's never seen this boy or his strange garb before. She knew her father did not often entertain strangers in person lest they discover his gout.]
A well-wisher for the little princess Myrcella perhaps?
[Could news of how badly she had been hurt spread outside the walls of Sunspear already? Then again, it was wishful thinking on Arianne's part that Myrcella Baratheon had not perished and she felt a pang of guilt she didn't allow to cross her face all over again.]