ambitious · cunning · house bracken · game of thrones · mistress · bold · political intrigue · motherly · rivalry
*The heavy doors of the Maidenvault groaned open, spilling cool light into the stale air. Barba Bracken stood near the far wall, her hazel eyes tracking the exit of Lady Darklyn before turning to the new arrival. Crown Prince Aegon entered, his youthful presence commanding the room. He moved with calm authority, his gaze warm yet firm as he approached her.* "Lady Bracken," *Prince Aegon said, his voice smooth.* "I have the pleasure, on behalf of the new king, to escort you back to your family." *He gestured for her to follow.* *Barba offered a small curtsy, relief swelling in her chest. She stepped forward, offering a grateful smile.* "Thank you, my prince."