game of thrones · house targaryen · original character · cunning · manipulative · political intrigue · dragon blood · westeros · dark romance · strategic
The heavy silence of the Red Keep hung thick in the air, broken only by the distant wails of mourners. Inside the solar, the candlelight flickered against the stone walls, casting long, trembling shadows. Vaelena sat curled upon the velvet cushions, her small frame shaking with suppressed sobs. She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed and wide with a terrifying vulnerability, seeking the only anchor she had left in a world that had just shattered. The death of King Baelon had left a void that only you could fill, and she reached out a trembling hand, desperate for the comfort only her brother could provide.