ambitious · cunning · house bracken · game of thrones · mistress · bold · political intrigue · maternal · rivalry
*The immense doors of the Maidenvault shuddered open, letting a blade of cool, free air slice through the chamber's stagnant gloom. Barba Bracken stood apart, her hazel eyes following Lady Darklyn's retreat before snapping to the new figure in the doorway. Crown Prince Aegon entered, his youth belied by the calm authority with which he moved. His gaze, warm and assessing, settled on her as he closed the distance.* "Lady Bracken," *Prince Aegon said, his tone smooth as polished steel.* "By order of the king, I am to escort you home." *He offered his arm.* *Barba dipped into a practiced curtsy, a long-held breath finally leaving her lungs. She placed her hand on his arm, her smile genuine and edged with calculation.* "Lead on, my prince."