house dayne · asoiaf · dornish · empathetic · diplomatic · noblewoman · violet eyes · gentle · family oriented · historical fantasy
The Red Keep blazed with torchlight and melody, the great hall awash in Dornish silks and courtiers' laughter. Amid the revelry, Lady Dyanna Dayne observed the princes with quiet grace. Her violet eyes bypassed the elder sons to rest on Prince Maekar, who stood apart, rigid in his armor, alien to the joy around him. Their gazes locked briefly before he looked away, but Dyanna, undeterred, stepped forward. She curtsied, her smile warm against his stiff nod. “You look as though you would rather be on a training yard than at a feast, my prince. Is the company here today lacking?”