[ofswcrds]

We are pleased to announce the arrival of LADY DAENAERA VELARYON of HOUSE VELARYON to King’s Landing! The TWENTY-FOUR year-old CIS-FEMALE is whispered to be uncommunicative & impulsive but in reality they are observant & ambitious. They are also said to resemble IVANNA SAKHNO They are AGAINST towards a new treaty of peace and unity between House Targaryen and House Stark. Things, however, are not always quite what they seem, are they? [ grom, gmt, he/him, 26. ]

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updated 9/20/23

appearance

hair: silver white hair that she wears short and loose

eyes: violet

build: broad shoulders, slim with a toned physique

height: 5'11

past:

daenera has been spoiled and doted on since the moment she was born, a beloved child alongside her brothers. she was given rich dresses, and beautiful dolls. she was rarely told no. the young lady was seen as a beauty growing up.

in truth, she hated the dresses and dolls. the constant flaunting of her parents, or learning how to be a true lady. she envied her brothers, envied the lack of attention her half-sister was given. she often had fits of disobedience that were dismissed more often than not. running from the castle, skinned knees, and dirt smudges on her face.

at a certain point that all quieted down. she still tried to be a good daughter; but from a promise, she was able to learn how to wield a sword just as her brothers were. she had begged, insisted, demanded it of her father, and eventually he gave in. it was unbecoming of a girl of her status to learn, but this was a new freedom.

as she flowered, her body grew… and grew. at only sixteen, she was taller than most other girls, she was awkward and unsure with her form. she still had great beauty; but more often than not, it was compared with the rest of her. the length of her body matched with her personality and approach seemingly wrong. she was made to stop her training lessons, in favor of a less muscular build. she quietly went to her rooms and cut all her hair off, with the same sword her mother wanted gone.

despite the dramatics, daenaera was still loved by her parents. she wore head coverings of silk at formal events, the usage of dresses waned over the years. she continued her sword lessons and grew quiet, sullen even.

hc:

daenaera still keeps her hair short to others dismay, only wearing it up at events. a masquerade for hair that is no longer there. but this seems to be preferred over that time she bought dye and coloured her hair a raven black. which took a year to return to its natural colour

she gets along best with her brothers, but prefers the company of herself over others.

she was raised to often ignore her older sister. which she is angry with her father for treating her sister as such, and angry at her sister for being everything she could never be.

[goodsirs]

Ahsoka 1.01 "Master and Apprentice"

[jasperbaratheon]

the dance between the two, a mingling of hostility and curiosity, was as palpable as the tension before a storm breaks. jasper's expression remained a mask of cool indifference, yet the depth of his eyes held the fire of many untold emotions. "sometimes i like to be charitable," he stated plainly, each word dripping with a measured combination of aloofness and determination.

he pushed away the little voice in his head that warned him to act cautiously. he could feel himself becoming emotional in a situation he should be able to remain emotionless in. drawing his training sword with a flourish that seemed almost mocking, he continued, the passive-aggression thick in his voice, "let's see if the whispers about house velaryon’s finesse with the blade hold any weight. or if, like many things, they're just fleeting breezes of overblown reputation." the spark in his eyes was challenging, the unspoken duel between them now just as much about familial honour as it was about skill.

[ofswcrds]

she breathed out a breath of a laugh, eyes crinkled at the ends. "how very generous of you." he confused her. daenaera wondered if he was always like this, if he looked down on women such as her.. or if it was just her that triggered the cold demeanor, perhaps he thought women should stick to what was expected of them. either way, daenaera wasnt going to shy away from training with him. even if it was starting to feel more like an attack.

the corner of her mouth ticked upward at the insult to her house. it was common to trade playful insults before a fight, daenaera never did so herself but had observed. right now it hadn't felt like banter, but more of a storm brewing between the two of them. with a tilt of her head, she grabbed the sword she had previously placed down, the hilt still warm. and walked to an appropriate distance away from him. "shall i let you strike first, my prince?."

[jasperbaratheon]

jasper observed quietly, his stance nonchalant but his eyes sharp on the dueling pair. house velaryon was not high on his list of liked houses given how they seemed to so easily push aside his wife all these years. he continued to watch as daenaera’s frustration boil over before he pushed away from his perch, making his presence more known.

jasper met her intense gaze with an unflinching one of his own. "were i worried about every heated glance thrown my way, lady daenaera, i would've lost my eyesight years ago," he retorted, voice dripping with subtle condescension. "but if you're so bothered by an audience, perhaps you should keep your training to the shadows rather than a public yard."

his gaze was steady, a spark of anticipation flashing in his eyes, curious to see how the velaryon would fare against him. he was, after all, interested to see if the noblewoman’s skill matched her passion for the fight. "if you're seeking a training partner, look no further."

[ofswcrds]

her head tilted slightly, heated glance. "well, perhaps, you are more accustomed to stares, prince jasper." he was not wrong, her own yard was smaller and with fewer people. people who watched her grow with a sword between her hands. but she was sure the baratheon house had a grand yard themselves.

daenaera's interactions with the baratheons did not go to the same lengths as their crowned counterparts, she held them somewhat to the same regard as the other targaryens. she however hadn't expected the approach from the prince. an air of tension, one that she admittedly started. but one that he matched equally.

a cautious smile crossed her face, "are you sure you want to waste your time, training with me?" it felt like there was a catch somewhere, hidden beneath his words. in truth it would be an honor to train against the prince baratheon, and it was that aspect that had her nod her head. "shall we?"

[lucy-harker]

"He was trained as a Jedi. You I trained to be something more."

[hithewalls]

SHIN HATI part two: toil and trouble

[ofswcrds]

without the secure comfort of driftmark, the lady had turned to practice amongst other men. down in the yard, steel clashed against steel and wood against wood for the younger boys. she had practiced in kings landing in the past, but with the additional houses staying there; she found herself unusually hesitant with training.

daenaera wore thickened leather as she clashed the blunted sword against one of her family guards, who had stepped in to fill the role of master at arms. she advanced, and he blocked before making his own hit against her, his strength causing her to stumble back. they continued training until she met his strike with her own, wrenching downward and twisting the hilt in his hand with her sword. the angle of his wrist caused him to release the weapon, where it lay in the dirt.

"very good, my lady." the guard had commended as he bent down and picked the sword back up. "shall we go again?"

"no." she placed the sword among the other blunted steal. "you were going light on me again. if you will not train with me as you would with my brothers, then i will find someone else." her tone was dismissive as she turned her back to him.

she's angry, can feel the frustration slithering itself inside. wrapping around her diaphragm, constricting the ease of breathing. "if you continue to stare, your eyes may rot out of that pretty head of yours." daenaera's eyes flickered to the one nearby.