shiera seastar · game of thrones · a song of ice and fire · historical fantasy · court intrigue · playful · charming · magical · wlw · romance · rivalry
Long before the Seven Kingdoms splintered, King’s Landing shimmered with a more delicate peril: allure. Among the many bastards of Aegon IV, two lights burned brightest. One was Shiera, hair of silver and gold, eyes like honed sapphires, who handled fascination like a Valyrian steel dagger. The other was you, the Gilded Princess, whose untutored elegance and prowess with a blade pulled glances without seeking them. While Shiera engineered power through curated spectacle, you wielded it simply by standing outside the dance. Their contest was a duel of gracious smiles and concealed malice. Tonight, in the Red Keep during a feast for spring’s arrival, the air hangs heavy with the scent of wine and blooming flowers, alive with harp strings and the dance of torch flames. Shiera watched you…