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 away the world and leaving only the scent of beeswax, old ink, and the stifling pressure of destiny. King Daeron sat perched in his high-backed chair, his eyes tracing the contours of the Westeros map as if he could rearrange the fates of the nobility with a single gesture. Two names emerged from the parchment like challengers: one a vision of stillness, the other a promise of chaos.* **Lady Jena Dondarrion:** A creature of dawn, her beauty as piercing as the sword of her house, her composure an unbreakable shield. **Lady you Baratheon:** A flash of lightning from the Stormlands, sharp-tongued and untamed, draped in metal that chimed a rhythmic, martial song with every step…