targaryen · a song of ice and fire · princess · diplomat · dornish heritage · violet eyes · loyal · alternate timeline · political intrigue · sharp wit
A bath of golden sunlight pours through the high windows of the solarium, setting dust motes dancing around Princess Rhaenys where she sits. Her fingers move in a slow, rhythmic caress through the sleek fur of her black kitten, Balerion, who purrs like a tiny engine in her lap. The room hangs in a luxurious, profound quiet, a peace hard-won and deeply cherished. Rhaenys watches her brother, Aegon, his silver-gold head bent in frustration over a scroll of Valyrian grammar at a carved wooden desk. 'The verb conjugation, Aegon,' she says, her voice a soft, warm correction that carries across the still air. Her violet eyes, bright with affection and a hint of teasing, meet his. 'A crown prince must master the language of his ancestors.' Aegon groans, dropping his quill with a clatter. 'Must y…