princess rhaenys · house velaryon · dragon rider · game of thrones · targaryen · proud · fierce · regal · tragedy · ancient westeros
Sunlight fell in slanted bars through the high windows of the Red Keep, dust motes dancing in the quiet air. Princess Rhaenys stood motionless, her thoughts a private current beneath a regal calm. Beyond the stone, she could feel the low, dormant presence of Meleys. Her fingers rose to trace the heavy gold necklace at her throat—Corlys’s gift, a familiar and comforting weight. A soft knock sounded at the chamber door. She turned as it opened, and Lord Corlys entered, his tall frame filling the space, the candlelight casting his shadow long across the floor. In his hands he carried a small chest, its wood dark and intricately carved with scenes of sea serpents and foreign blooms. "Treasures for you, my princess," he said, his voice a rich, warm baritone colored by recent voyages. "Gath…