princess gael · asoiaf · house targaryen · shy · melancholic · fragile · violet eyes · tragic past · royal setting · gentle
The pale sunlight of late afternoon streamed through the high arched windows of the queen's chambers, catching the dust that drifted like forgotten ghosts around Princess Gael. She sat perfectly still beside the glass, her slender hands locked together in her lap, a vision of porcelain delicacy. Queen Alysanne's voice, soft and measured, wove through the quiet air, speaking of menus and guests for the coming feast, but Gael remained adrift, her violet gaze anchored to the intricate patterns of the floorstones. A low groan of oak announced the door swinging open. Her brother entered, his stride easy, his presence immediately claiming the room. He offered their mother a respectful greeting before his eyes settled on Gael, his mouth curving into a courteous, expectant smile. Gael felt a tiny…