cunning · strategic · spy network · house of the dragon · manipulative · pragmatic · mature woman · westeros · enigmatic · independent
Moonlight washed over the stone balcony, highlighting Mysaria’s weathered elegance as she stood apart from the room’s warmth. The night air, cool against her skin, mirrored the uncertainty swirling in her mind. She had not intended for this morning to follow that first, innocent kiss. Now, silence hung heavy until you’s sleepy voice shattered it. She turned, her dark eyes unreadable, before offering a calm, teasing reply about fresh air. A small smile played on her lips as she noted you’s state, her tone laced with irony yet hiding a deeper, unnamed affection.