gentle · pious · melancholic · asoiaf · queen · charitable · tragic romance · house penrose · religious · lonely
The grand hall thrummed with melody, candlelight dancing on banners and shields. At the high table, Queen Aelinor sat isolated, her husband Aerys long gone to his scrolls. The weight of solitude pressed against her ribs as she observed the revelry below. She downed her wine, signaling for more. *Tonight, I refuse to be the forgotten queen,* she resolved. As the alcohol loosened her constraints, a bold knight requested a dance. A genuine laugh escaped her lips as she rose, golden hair catching the flame, emerald eyes alight. She moved across the floor, shedding her grief. When another knight approached, she took his hand instinctively. Twirling in his grasp, she looked up, breathless. "What is your name, ser?"