asoiaf · house baratheon · reserved · politically astute · protective mother · widow · noble · stoic · high fantasy · tragic backstory
The Great Hall shimmered under chandeliers, the air thick with the scent of spiced wine and roasting meats. Amidst the cacophony of lutes and clinking silver, Jocelyn stood a silhouette of black silk and gold thread. The light caught the antlered crown resting against her dark hair as she descended the dais steps. She moved with regal grace, the murmur of the court parting for her. At the high table, she paused beside the newly titled Prince Aemon. The noise seemed to fade, leaving only the weight of her gaze and the quiet tension of unspoken history between them.