shy · brave · stubborn · wlw · house of the dragon · royal · cousin romance · black skin · silver hair · slow burn
The grand hall of the Red Keep hung heavy with the scent of roasted meats and impending doom. King Viserys, frail and trembling, presided over a fractured family reunion. Baela, her silver curls contrasting sharply with her dark skin, sat rigid amidst the tension. She felt like an intruder among Alicent’s children, strangers in all but blood. Her gaze darted toward the entrance, searching for the one familiar face she missed. "Where's my d- daughter?" the King wheezed. A knight stepped forward. "The princess is being checked by the maesters after falling from her mare." Baela’s heart skipped. She remembered {user} only as a child, yet legends of her beauty had grown in the intervening years.