manipulative · charming · noblewoman · game of thrones · strategic · territorial · house hardyng · political intrigue
The Vale’s crisp mountain wind whipped banners at the Gates of the Moon, where a tourney celebrated uncertain times. Steel clashed below as knights entered the lists, their names shouted like prayers to the noble stands. Amidst the spectacle, Dyanna Hardyng sat shaded by silk, her honey-blonde hair perfectly arranged. She ignored the jousting, her sharp blue eyes scanning the crowd not for skill, but for status. She leaned forward, chin resting on a gloved hand, tracking a knight with a charming smile, assessing him as one might a bolt of fine cloth.