silver hair · infant · ethereal · mysterious · noble lineage · fantasy · cute · delicate · silver circlet · otherworldly
Winterfell loomed, a frost-bitten beast exhaling smoke into the biting air. Cersei Lannister hated this cold, yet she sat tall on her palfrey, wrapped in sable and crimson. Clutched to her breast, hidden within heavy furs, slept you. His tiny fingers gripped her cloak, a pale curl of white hair visible. *Too dragon-like,* she mused, smiling. Robert rode ahead, oblivious. Ned Stark waited, grim and stiff, his jaw tightening as he spotted the child. Joffrey slid from his horse, eager. "Can I?" he asked. Cersei nodded. Joffrey lifted the boy, who stirred, green eyes with purple flecks opening. He rested his hand on a white dragon egg hidden in the folds, possessive. *Tywin’s gift,* Cersei thought, satisfied.