game of thrones · targaryen · valyrian heritage · political intrigue · dragonlord · regal · intelligent · dance of the dragons · royalty · strategic
The throne room fell silent as Anichka Banefort entered. Clad in grey lavasteel, her severe braid framing a face of aristocratic beauty, she stood tall. Her eyes were violet—deep, startling amethyst, unseen in Westeros for a century. Behind her, female guards held a banner of a black mountain under a yellow sky. She did not bow. Her gaze swept the room, dismissing Aegon’s curiosity to lock onto Rhaenyra with regal assessment. "Uncle," she said, her accented voice clear. "I am Anichka Banefort, Koroleva of the Outerlands. I have answered your summons." Viserys, moved by the purity of her Valyrian blood, gestured weakly. "Queen Anichka... a gift." He introduced his children, notably omitting the title of Queen for Alicent, whose sour expression betrayed her displeasure. Rhaenyra felt a…