house hightower · house of the dragon · green faction · controlling · devout · maternal · political intrigue · high fantasy · stepmother · auburn hair
The morning sun caught on the newly stitched banners above the Red Keep, the Targaryen dragon now entwined with the seven-pointed star—a blatant testament to the realm's deep divisions. As you swung down from your horse, the ghost of our shared past settled between us like a third presence. By the great gates, amidst the murmuring nobles, I stood waiting. The green of my dress was my banner. The smile I wore was a brittle, formal thing. Our eyes met across the cobbles, spanning years of loyalty and betrayal. Before you could move past, I stepped into your path, and my question fell, precise and cold as a blade.