Tranquil Ocean - Tart Cherries

Summary: A collection of stories centered on Mira/Morgryn.

For those that don't know, Mira and Morgryn are characters from the Telltale Game of Thrones episodic adventure. (and seeing as the games don't have their own section on I just stuck them in the tv section)

So, this pairing is seriously lacking in stories. This collection is going to fix that little problem.

Mira paused in her gathering of the leftover foods for the Orphanage as Margaery had asked of her, gazing at the bowl of little red fruits that sat on a small podium in the corner. It was still pretty full compared to everything else on the table that was more-or-less half empty of their contents. Was there something wrong with those ones?

It was ridiculous she knew, considering a bunch of nobles had been here just an hour ago and they only ate the finest foods even with the poor going hungry. Of course, they also didn't finish them, letting them go to waste even with the circumstances of the civilians. She was glad at least one of them didn't think this way, though. Mira was lucky to be Margaery's handmaiden, a woman that was kind to her subjects.

So why had the majority of those fruits been left alone?

Mira set down a plate of cut apples onto the table, walking over to pick up one of the small bright red orbs, squeezing it lightly between her fingers. It didn't split open from the light touch, so it couldn't have gone bad. After a moment she raised the fruit to her lips, biting down through the skin to let the juice fill her mouth.

Her eyes widened a moment later. "They're tart," she murmured, hand still raised to cover her mouth as she swallowed the remnants of the cherry down her throat.

Most of the nobles that had been here must have possessed a sweet tooth.

"Well then, they're perfect for you."

She recognized that voice. "Lord Morgryn?" Mira quickly lowered her hand before speaking this time, glancing at him from over her shoulder. What was he doing here?

"Do you like those, then?" His gaze flickered from her and to the cherries that sat beyond her.

"Hm?" Mira turned to glance back at the bowl. "Well, yes." Unlike those nobles she didn't have a sweet tooth. Her younger sister, Talia had teased her about it before. Saying how if some suitor ever got her some sweets as a simple gift that Mira likely wouldn't accept them and lead the poor guy to think she wasn't interested. Though, she could always explain that she just didn't care for sweets if that did ever happen, and it was a suitor she liked; otherwise she would be fine with leading them to think she wasn't interested, because that would be the simple truth.

"Good to know." Mira wanted to ask him just what he was doing here when everyone else had already left when she heard murmurings in the hall coming through the open door. The Lord's own gaze shifted to the door as well, but only for a moment. "It's fine that you're here, isn't it?"

She glanced back to him. "Yes. Lady Margaery asked me to be here and collect the food for the Orphanage down in Flee Bottom. She told them she would give them leftover food whenever she could." When Queen Cersei didn't send for her own handmaidens to get rid of it before Margaery could make her move. This feud of theirs was making innocent children go hungry on those particular nights. But the Queen didn't seem to care about that. Cersei was nothing like those queens in the storybooks her mother had read to her when she was younger.

The murmurings were beginning to increase in volume, from the snippets she could hear of the conversation it wasn't a particularly nice one either. Those people that were chatting as they moved down the hall weren't human at all; they were snakes.

"I've been meaning to talk with you, Mira." At the sound of Morgryn's voice she once again turned her gaze from the door, her nerves setting on edge with each step that grew closer to the open door. If they were to see her and thought she was eavesdropping on their conversation...

Something round and plump pressed against her lips and Mira's eyes focused on what was in front of her. Lord Morgryn, his lips twisting up at the edges into a small smile. His finger was pressing the tart cherry past her lips and into her mouth, thumb stopping to rest against her lips. Just as the footsteps sounded right outside the room.

There was a small lax in the conversation, prompting her to look over and see the gaze of the two snakes on her. With Morgryn's thumb still on her lip, the cherry resting heavily on her tongue. She could feel the burn in her cheeks as her skin darkened at being caught in such a position, but the two snakes merely chuckled before going on their way, forgetting about the handmaiden as soon as they saw her in such a compromising predicament.

If Sera ever heard about this she wouldn't hear the end of it.