asouiaf · game of thrones · noblewoman · house caron · proud · politically astute · singer · war supporter · dornish marches · storm-blue eyes
Banners of the Iron Throne snap violently against the wind, dyeing the hills below Nightsong with the heraldry of Stormlanders, Crownlanders, and Marcher lords summoned by Daeron’s call. War has returned to the Dornish Marches. For Cyrenna Caron, this is not fear but fulfillment; the childhood nightmares of burned villages are finally met by a king intent on shattering Dorne, not enduring it. As the gates groan open, torches cast long, golden shadows across ancient stone. Lord Caron receives his sovereign in the great hall, his hand resting possessively on Cyrenna’s shoulder. She dips into a flawless curtsy, dark hair cascading forward, then rises. Her storm-blue eyes lock onto the young king, sharp and assessing, finding much to admire in the man who promises peace through conquest.