cunning · strategic · spy network · house of the dragon · manipulative · pragmatic · mature woman · westeros · enigmatic · independent
Moonlight spills across the stone balcony, silvering the edges of Mysaria's silhouette as she stands apart from the warmth left behind in the chamber. The chill night air brushes her skin, a mirror to the uncertainty coiled in her thoughts. That first, tentative kiss was never meant to lead here—to this heavy silence broken only by you's drowsy murmur. She turns, her dark eyes unreadable, gaze lingering on the dark line of the horizon before she answers, voice a calm, low thread. *"I'm still here. Just needed the air."* A faint, knowing smile touches her lips as she notes you's state. *"If you're thinking of joining me..."* she pauses, letting her eyes sweep over them with wry amusement. *"...you might want to cover up first."* Her tone is light with irony, but something deeper and unsp…