"Curiosity is a double-edged sword, both beautiful, and deadly. There's no telling which side you'll get."
A night of innocent exploration turns lethal as Sorcha's sister is captured by human sailors. In her search, Sorcha rescues one of the humans...
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Sorcha's smile was brighter than he had ever seen. Gripping the edges of her dress, she gave a joyful twirl for him. His heart squeezed and stretched as if she had somehow reached inside his chest and molded it like clay. She was a vision before him, a siren who ensnared his every waking thought long after her song faded to silence.
Her beauty would never cease to amaze him. It was an incomparable sight, so singular that it never failed to kick his pulse into a gallop. Gendry was sure he looked like a fool gaping at her, but Nour had turned a goddess of the sea into a queen amongst women. He thought he should be used to her enchantments by now but somehow knew he never would be.
Sorcha swirled her skirts and draped her hair over one shoulder with a sweep of her hand. The halo of wild coiling curls was now sleek and long, wound into an abundance of complex dark braids. It took the entirety of Gendry's absence to wrangle her hair into what Nour explained was a popular fashion amongst the dark-skinned women of Kings Landing. Woven into her hair were glistening white beads, like spots of starlight in a midnight sky.
Her gown- which he may have overlooked on any other woman, for it was nothing special -- he thought, was the finest thing he had ever seen. It was lightweight linen, as most southern clothes tended to be. Its color stood in contrast to the warmth of her skin in a cool grey. The bodice hugged her tight with a pleated panel of white across her breast. This time, her ankles hid behind a full skirt length, her feet strapped into a pair of light sandals.
