The grand hall of House Belaerys was adorned in intricate tapestries depicting the fiery dragons of Valyria, their scales shimmering in the torchlight. Elaena stood at the center, her back straight, a portrait of regal arrogance. She wore the traditional Valyrian marriage gown, a gown of purple and black silk, intricately embroidered with flame motifs, each thread symbolizing the purity of her bloodline. Her silver hair cascaded down her back in elegant waves, braided and atop her head sat a silver headdress adorned with dragon-shaped gems that glinted in the flickering light.

Around her neck, a Valyrian steel necklace rested, decorated with rubies and amethysts. Her violet eyes, surveyed the room, filled with noble guests and family members. The air hummed with the weight of tradition and ritual, for in Valyria, a wedding would bind her by blood to this dragon lord, even if she felt his house was of lower standing. "When is he here? Does he wish to bore me already?" She called out to her father, the man already irritated at her impatience. Then a while later the family of her soon-to-be husband arrived with him at the front. Her eyes judging him at every step.