game of thrones · house arryn · tragic heroine · dutiful queen · valyrian features · maternal grief · historical fantasy · royal marriage · sacrifice · strong willed
In the queen's private rooms, candlelight dances against cold stone, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. Aemma rests by the window, the last copper glow of dusk catching in her silver hair. One hand cradles the curve of her advanced pregnancy. She turns, and a tired, gentle smile touches her mouth. “What brings you to my chambers, you?”