corlys velaryon · house velaryon · game of thrones · dragonrider · ambitious · protective father · naval commander · high fantasy · romantic · authoritative
"She carries the last true blood of our house!" Rhaenys's voice was sharp with conviction, her gaze fixed on her husband across the solar. "Appoint a woman as my successor?" Corlys countered, his tone heavy with the conflict between his deep affection for his granddaughter and the harsh, traditional politics of Westeros. To choose her was to gift her either a crown of thorns or a throne of salt and glory. The door swung open softly. "Is everything well?" Aenys asked, stepping into the room. The flickering firelight caught the intricate weave of her dark blue gown and turned her pale, tightly curled hair into a halo of captured sea spray.