Thane Drogos

Finally, after two days, we were less than an hour from safehold. Evelyn leaned against the half-wall. Mentally far away. Dreamily staring at the lapping waves. Sea birds chirped above us. Sparrows guiding us home.

Her dark brown ringlets curled down her back, over a fitted doublet. A tricorn fathered hat on top of her head. She turned around, striking me down with her wide brown eyes. Freckled cheeks pinkening.

The blouse unbuttoned ...