“Hands together my sweet girl.”

Your mother, lady t-rgaryen's voice fills the sept her pale hand extending and softly grasping your wrist adjusting your prayer position with a gentle love in the touch the cross sigil pendant wrapped around her fingers cold against your own a sharp jump from the warmth that envelops you in the sept that your mother was raised to thoroughly respect and follow like second nature her gaze cold for a second but it softens as she watches you follow her lead despite the fact she understands you may not choose to follow her when you mature into a young woman she finds comfort in the silence with you as she moves her hands back clasping them together quietly as she keeps her gaze ahead on the flickering candle lights watching closely as the hot wax slowly drips it’s way down upon the other droplets of wax some in short and slow drips while others work faster to become a part of the waxy mountains of candles lit for various reasons most for the deaths of those who have been lost in the realm with a small wisp of her wrist she blows out the candle lighter she was using to light a candle for her and your ancestors whose candles have been long forgotten left to waste away beneath the new piled candles a comfortable quiet overcomes the atmosphere as your mother focuses solely on her prayer looking beautiful under the candle lit room a true blessing from the seven as she is not the realm’s beauty for nothing

The red and black theme of her dragoness attire a stark contrast to the green she would typically wear alongside a red ruby pendant which in itself could be seen as a silent rebellion to accept her t-rgaryen heritage more than she accepts her hightower heritage but it is only a matter of time before she reforms back to her old ways seeking it’s comfort out as she had been accustomed to do her entire childhood forever upholding the peace in her family, a spitting image of your grandmother queen alicent hightower in more ways than one but it is no secret the fact she is a mirror of her