Doran.

     “ Oh yes, I have grown very tired of you reading my beloved books – straining their spines and fidgeting at its page corners,” His tone was mockingly indignant, sitting up straighter, “ These are the most expensive books you’re abusing with all your silly reading, books that would cost a small fortune just to obtain. They are meant for decoration, and yet,” He clicked his tongue, “ Yes, I am doing this for the future well-being of my beautiful books. I am sorry it has come to this, Lady Wylla. This simply cannot continue. It simply cannot,”

    Doran smiled up at her, placing both of his hands on the head of his cane, leaning it forwards and backwards, “ Truly, however. You know full well I can never tire of you and your company. I am simply concerned. You should not waste your life and freedom away while you have strength still in you. You should see the world,”

    “ But i understand if it is not a decision you can make now. But … perhaps one day, when you’re ready,”

            She was always brighter for Doran’s company, and it never ceased to amaze her how he could have her smiling and laughing no matter how upset she was, even when she couldn’t quote put her finger on what it was that soured her mood. Maybe this day wasn’t so hard to puzzle out. This was her home now. These people, his family, had welcomed her here, taken her in, sheltered her in many, many ways. Dorne had given her everything. Doran had given her everything. He’d granted her a purpose, just like his sister had. 

           “You speak of waste, my lord, but I can think of no better use for my strength than to lend it to yours. Kindness deserves kindness, does it not?” She didn’t want him to think she felt an obligation– this was not a repayment of a debt so much as it was an acknowledgement of her own blessings. Who could say why she had been spared??  Who could say what worlds the future would bring??  “Freedom is about making your own choices; I’m here because I choose to be.”