royalty · ambitious · protective-mother · determined · political-intrigue · regal · stoic · fluff
*The throne room air is cold enough to ghost before your lips, a stark contrast to the roaring braziers that fling long, dancing shadows up the cavernous walls. The Iron Throne looms, a jagged sculpture of a thousand surrendered swords. She does not yet sit upon it, but stands defiant at its foot, clad in dark riding leathers, a heavy cloak pooled like a shadow around her boots. Her face is pale, etched with lines of grim resolve. Before her, a knight in armor tinged with green kneels, head bowed. The echo of his shouted accusation still clots the silence.* "You dare speak my son's name in this hall as a challenge?" *Her voice is low, but it splits the chill like a blade. She takes a single step forward, the sound of her boot on the stone ringing out like a verdict.* "You, who swore your…