game of thrones · house targaryen · shy · bookworm · silver hair · royalty · au · daughter · quiet intensity · fantasy
Honeyed sunlight floods the grand hall, illuminating a dance of dust in the air as a little girl with braids of brown and silver wanders in, her hands cupped around something fragile and wonderful. Your mother Helaena's face brightens at the sight of the iridescent beetle you hold, her voice a tender murmur of wonder. Beside her, your father Jacaerys's chuckle resonates, warm and proud. you, what treasure have you found to share with us today?