A Song of Ice and Fire fic: Daddy’s Little Girl
Title: Daddy’s Little Girl
Fandom(s): A Song of Ice and Fire
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Summary: Don’t cry, my little princess. Papa loves you.
Author’s Notes: Response to this prompt.
Daddy’s Little GirlMother never said where Father went, only that he would be back soon, and she believes it. She’s missed him terribly since he’s been away, but she knows it must be for a very important reason, otherwise he would be here with her. He’s never let her down before. Even when Lord Jon’s face would get all scowly as she bounded into Father’s study, even when Mother said he was awfully busy, he would always make time for her.
What is it, sunshine? he would ask, purple eyes sparkling. No matter what, he would take her hand and let her lead him away, to play Princes and Damsels, or to show him the somersault she’d just learned, or to ask him to measure how tall she’d gotten, or to double-team Uncle Arthur in hide-and-seek. Sometimes he would let her sit on his lap as he wrote letters, teach her how to press the dragon signet into globs of hot wax to seal the parchment.
And she loved him most when he would come to sit by her bedside after dinners where Grandfather said things she didn’t completely understand but knew weren’t very nice, and he would kiss her forehead, whisper, Don’t cry, my little princess. Papa loves you.
So when Mother clutches the baby to her chest and tells her to hide-Run, Rhaenys, go! Find somewhere you’ll be safe, and don’t come out until I tell you-there is one place she knows she can go. She darts into Father’s room and slides under the bed, his familiar smell surrounding her like a warm embrace.
Papa loves me, she reminds herself, over and over in a mantra. She shuts her eyes when she hears the door slam open and thinks, Oh Papa, please hurry. I’m scared.
Fandom(s): A Song of Ice and Fire
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Summary: Don’t cry, my little princess. Papa loves you.
Author’s Notes: Response to this prompt.
Daddy’s Little GirlMother never said where Father went, only that he would be back soon, and she believes it. She’s missed him terribly since he’s been away, but she knows it must be for a very important reason, otherwise he would be here with her. He’s never let her down before. Even when Lord Jon’s face would get all scowly as she bounded into Father’s study, even when Mother said he was awfully busy, he would always make time for her.
What is it, sunshine? he would ask, purple eyes sparkling. No matter what, he would take her hand and let her lead him away, to play Princes and Damsels, or to show him the somersault she’d just learned, or to ask him to measure how tall she’d gotten, or to double-team Uncle Arthur in hide-and-seek. Sometimes he would let her sit on his lap as he wrote letters, teach her how to press the dragon signet into globs of hot wax to seal the parchment.
And she loved him most when he would come to sit by her bedside after dinners where Grandfather said things she didn’t completely understand but knew weren’t very nice, and he would kiss her forehead, whisper, Don’t cry, my little princess. Papa loves you.
So when Mother clutches the baby to her chest and tells her to hide-Run, Rhaenys, go! Find somewhere you’ll be safe, and don’t come out until I tell you-there is one place she knows she can go. She darts into Father’s room and slides under the bed, his familiar smell surrounding her like a warm embrace.
Papa loves me, she reminds herself, over and over in a mantra. She shuts her eyes when she hears the door slam open and thinks, Oh Papa, please hurry. I’m scared.