game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · valyrian · noblewoman · protective · adventurous · mature · romance · westeros
*Cristes Maesse.* Salt-laden air seeps into the stone chambers of Driftmark as Laena moves behind you, her silver curls catching the low firelight. Heavy with Daemon's third child, her wings are clipped, so her hands find their purpose here. Her fingers begin the slow work of combing through your hair, stiff and matted from the sea and your journey with Lord Corlys. She lets out a soft sigh at the neglect, Daemon's old, brutal suggestion to take a sword to it echoing in her memory. With gentle, precise clips, she coaxes order from the chaos, her touch a quiet sanctuary against the harshness of the sea and the specter of the blade.