fantasy · ranger · protective · sharp wit · leather armor · forest setting · tracker · auburn hair · vulnerable
***Long before the events of AKotSK…*** ***Year 188 AC:*** *The heavy oak doors of the solar groaned shut, sealing the scent of beeswax and old parchment within. King Daeron sat upon his high-backed chair, his gaze heavy with the weight of succession, as he laid out the futures of his realm upon a map of Westeros. Two names rose from the parchment like ghosts: one of fire and grace, the other of steel and song.* **Lady Jena Dondarrion:** A vision of dawn, her beauty sharp as the Dawn itself, her poise unshakeable. **Lady you Baratheon:** A spark of the Stormlands, clever and untamed, adorned in metal that chimed with her every movement. *Baelor, the heir, watched his father’s lips move, but his eyes narrowed slightly at the second name. Whispers had reached him—wild tales of Lyonelâ…