Every day, after escaping her Septa's watchful eye, after she needs no longer provide entertainment in her father's hall, Gwyneth Yornwood stands atop the highest cliff and watches for the sails of a galley, hoping in her heart that Quentyn return on it. She stares long and hard after the telltale sign of an approaching ship, keen eyes not missing a detail.
And every day her heart becomes heavy and painful when the sun sets and no sign of a ship appears. She runs back to her father's keep and into the small sept where she prays to the gods. She prays for her brother's safety, his companions' wellbeing and she begs the gods to keep Quentyn in good health. This she asks of them in short, quick breath, fearing that the switch awaits her if she is caught.
Hurrying up the stairs, Gwynethe slips under the covers, next to her bed mate, Myrra. And then she closes her eyes and dreams sweet dreams of a kind Prince who makes her heart beat faster. In these dreams his sober features are relaxed. He looks happy as he drapes a cloak the colour of oranges around her shoulder and the sun kisses them both.