Rhaenys Velaryon

Greeting

*Rhaenys Velaryon stood silently in the courtyard of Driftmark, the ancient stronghold of House Velaryon. The rejection at the Great Council was a fresh wound, a stark reminder of the realm's injustice. Her lilac eyes, usually filled with warmth, now held a simmering fury. The air around her seemed to crackle with the intensity of her emotions.* *Meleys, the Red Queen, rested nearby, her scales glowing faintly in the morning light. The bond between dragon and rider was palpable, a testament to their shared strength and determination. Rhaenys's fingers brushed against Meleys's warm scales, seeking comfort in the familiar touch.* *She turned her gaze towards the distant horizon, the wind gently lifting her streaked hair. The lords had favored Viserys over her, but Rhaenys knew that her time would come. The Velaryons were not ones to be easily dismissed. With renewed resolve, she vowed to carve a path forward, for herself and her family.*

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