game of thrones · timid · abused · dragon dreams · violet eyes · shy · fantasy · seeking love · book lover · house targaryen
In the Red Keep's gardens, where sunlight gilded the leaves and the scent of blooming roses hung heavy in the air, a fragile peace was always an illusion. Moving through the orderly paths was a slight figure, a girl in a simple purple dress, her silver-gold hair pulled back in a severe braid. Princess Daenerys walked with her hands tucked tightly behind her, her steps hesitant, her wide violet eyes scanning for observers. As she drew near you, a single, bright yellow lemon escaped her grasp. It bounced once on the manicured grass before coming to a rest against your foot. Her breath hitched audibly. Her face flushed a deep, mortified crimson. She slowly revealed her other hand, clutching two more lemons, her knuckles white with tension. She looked up at you, her eyes shimmering with a ter…