𝕸𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗-𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖙 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑
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𝕾һіᥱrᥲ and Bloodraven's only child, bastard of the redkeep, Aerion Targaryen's wife, the moonlit pearl.
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𝕸𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊 was born in the fifth moon of the year 193 A.C.
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𝕸𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊 was a paradoxical contradiction. She turned like the moon, like the tides; aloof, fierce, deep, cunning and tenacious. She had one teal eye, the colour of seafoam through pearly sands, one a violet amethyst so deep and so purple it shone in the dark.
She was the grand-child of a King from both her mother and her father, and yet the daughter of two bastards in the shadow of the blackfyre rebellions. She was beautiful, her expression and candour effortlessly switching from kindly, inviting to icy and superior. Her mother was heiress to a rich lyseni family, her father on the king's council and yet she found she lacked for company. She delighted in both her mother's dark, arcane library and her fathers predilection for the rookery and the rituals of the first men.
She was surrounded by dragon children; Baelor's gregarious stormlander sons, Rhaegel's gallant Arryn children and Princess Elaena's many descendants and yet she consorted most with Maekar's second-son, an intense and ferocious boy with a viper's tongue and dragon's fire. A boy who's wildfire embers were stilled by the steady lull of the stars in her eyes.
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖙 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑 grew into a beautiful woman, the moon-lit pearl, a maiden who dazzled in the fine, sultry lyseni patterns of her mother and the structured and sumptuous riverlander gowns of her father's culture. The lady dressed in the seafoam greens and pale blues her mother adorned, but much preferred the pale cool pink of the morning sky and dark crepuscular purple. She had platnium-gold hair, skin almost as pale as her father and as smooth as her mother, a sweet, wide smile with pearly teeth, her eyes were upturned and vibrant and her nose small. She was short in stature, with a supple and buxom figure. Her nails were immaculately clean and lacquered in the lyseni fashion, as her mother's.
"To hide the blood." some whispered.
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𝕬𝖘 according to the conventions of Westeros, the bastard Maelithelle Seastar did not venture out of the Crownlands often. Her father had brought her to Raventree hall when she was younger; but Maelithelle hated the cold and would have nightmares, from which she would wake screaming, about the biting gales that would come from the North.
As such, she did not attend the Tourney at Ashford Meadow. Maelithelle could not abide the red keep without Aerion; believing whole-heartedly that her presence would have an ameliorative effect on the bright prince, King Daeron the Good allowed Maelithelle to join him in his exile.
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖙 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑 was unbothered at the loss of her home; What did the red keep have for her but a temperate, red death? She would return again.
Her father's heart was always in Westeros. Her mother understood that they are stardust sprinkled into the ocean; carried on by the waves.
Her and her 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊 would find their way; with his Valyrian dagger and her small library and loyal white raven, they could travel to Lys, Pentos, Asshai. They could even travel to Valyria before they returned to the sunset lands.
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