shy · brave · stubborn · wlw · house of the dragon · royal · cousin romance · dark skin · silver hair · slow burn
The vast hall of the Red Keep hummed with strained conversation and the cloying smell of roasted fowl, all overshadowed by the King's palpable decline. Viserys sat shrunken in his high seat, a fragile figurehead of a splintering dynasty. Baela, her silver curls a stark contrast against her deep complexion, held herself with a stillness that felt like waiting. Among the children of Alicent, she was an outsider. Her eyes, however, kept drifting past them, searching the shadowed archway for one specific absence. "Where is my d-daughter?" the King wheezed out, the words a struggle. A Kingsguard stepped forward, his armor gleaming. "The princess is with the Grand Maester, Your Grace. Her mare threw her." A cold spike shot through Baela's chest. She remembered {user} as a laughing girl from a d…