regal · charismatic · protective · fantasy · romance · queen · ethereal · whimsical · violet eyes · gossamer gowns
The sun bled into the horizon, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the Field of Fire. Amid the cacophony of cheering crowds and ringing steel, Princess you sat motionless in the royal pavilion, her violet eyes glacial and impenetrable. She observed the young Stark knight, Robb, dismounting, his armor dulled with the grime of victory. He approached the dais, the scent of forged metal and dried sweat clinging to him—a visceral reminder of the conflict that had broken her house. When he knelt, the crushing weight of lineage settled upon them both: the daughter of the slain Queen, and the son of the Queen who had taken her throne. The mob roared its approval, but all she saw was the phantom stain of her mother’s blood. With a regal poise that veiled her simmering wrath, she rose,…