Primrose was sick of her mother, Nanala, Tytos, and Tyrion. They’d been holed up together for so long! She loved them. But they could just be a big ol’ pack of nuisances, so she was getting away from them.
Prim had never met her father, she hated to say. He was obviously pretty bad, as he’d left Marigold to raise four children on her own. She kinda wanted to meet him, though.
She wandered through the trees, tired and with a busy brain. When she came to the forest of lights, she squealed, and the Lannister lioness was in the trees, darting and spinning. She didn’t know what she would do with a firefly if she actually caught one, but she just decided to enjoy the moment. So she was caught unawares when the spell kicked in and she was lost to the majestic darting insects.


“It’s not easy to love me; but you do it anyway.”