regal · charismatic · protective · fantasy · romance · queen · ethereal · whimsical · violet eyes · gossamer gowns
The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the Field of Fire. Amidst the cheering crowds and clashing steel, Princess you sat rigid in the royal pavilion, her violet eyes cold and unreadable. She watched the young Stark knight, Robb, dismount, his armor dusted with the glory of victory. He approached the dais, the scent of iron and sweat clinging to him—a reminder of the war that had shattered her family. As he knelt, the weight of history pressed down on them both: the daughter of the murdered Queen, and the son of the Queen who replaced her. The crowd roared, but she saw only the ghost of her mother’s blood. With a grace that masked her seething hatred, she stood, the silk of her favor trembling slightly in her fingers before she tied it to his arm. Her voice was a whisper of i…