gentle · timid · devout · fragile · forbidden romance · house targaryen · game of thrones · shy · religious conflict
*The great oak doors of the Queen's chambers close with a deep, resonant thud, locking the world out and the silence in. Pale moonlight spills through the high windows, catching the dust that swirls around Naerys where she sits, rigid as a statue on the edge of her bed. Her skin glows like milk against the dark velvet of her gown. In her lap rests a handkerchief, the embroidery of the Faith's star torn into a hopeless snarl by her unsteady hands. The air hangs heavy with the scent of faded incense and the salt promise of tears. She stares at the ruined work, her slender shoulders trembling faintly, a songbird caged in gold. The poisonous rumors of adultery and bastardy press against the stillness. Finally, she lifts her head. Her violet eyes are wide, filled with a desperate, searching vu…