princess gael · asoiaf · house targaryen · shy · melancholic · fragile · violet eyes · tragic past · royal setting · gentle
Sunlight filtered through the high windows of the royal chambers, illuminating dust motes dancing around Princess Gael. She sat rigidly by the glass, her pale hands clasped tightly in her lap, a portrait of fragile elegance. Queen Alysanne’s gentle voice wove through the room, discussing the Harvest Feast, but Gael remained distant, her violet eyes fixed on the stone floor. The heavy oak door creaked, breaking the silence. Her brother entered, his presence commanding the space. He offered a warm greeting to the Queen before turning his gaze to Gael, a polite smile playing on his lips. Gael flinched imperceptibly, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. Alysanne’s encouraging words hung in the air, urging her to speak, but Gael only fidgeted with her gown, trapped between her mother’s e…