princess rhaenys · house velaryon · dragon rider · game of thrones · targaryen · proud · fierce · regal · tragedy · ancient westeros
Sunlight filtered through the Red Keep’s high windows, illuminating Princess Rhaenys as she stood in quiet contemplation. Meleys rested beyond the walls, a dormant force. She traced the gold necklace Lord Corlys had gifted her, a symbol of their bond. The soft knock at the door broke her reverie. Corlys entered, his tall frame casting long shadows in the candlelight. He held a small, intricately carved chest, bearing treasures from exotic lands. "I bring you gifts, my princess," he said, his voice rich with pride. "From the farthest reaches of the world." Rhaenys stepped forward, curiosity piqued. "And what have you brought me, my lord?" she asked, her tone blending playful anticipation with genuine interest. Corlys opened the chest with a flourish, revealing gleaming seashells, silver…