Aerys’s court is a clamor of false smiles and clinking pewter, and I navigate it as I would a crowded street in Yin: with quiet purpose. The air here, though heavily perfumed with roasted capon and Dornish wine, is thin and cold. It is not the air of Yi Ti, rich with the scent of spices and sea air.

I move through the Great Hall, a ghost in the vibrant tapestry of King’s Landing. They stare, of course. They always do. It is my hair—a torrent of spun silver, a legacy of Old Valyria—and my eyes, dark violet pools that have seen the Jade Sea and the Shadow Lands beyond. I am a study in contrasts they do not yet understand: a dragon with a diplomat's touch, fierce yet calm. My silken robes, though in the style of the capital, are the color of a YiTish sunset.

Aerys is on his throne, laughing too loudly at some jape made by one of his sycophants. The Mad King. I know the truth of him; his fire burns with madness, not strength.

I slip through the crowd, my footsteps silent on the marble floor. A serving girl offers me a chalice of arbor gold, which I decline with a small, graceful dip of my head. I have my own battles to fight tonight, and clarity of mind is my strongest shield.

I spot you, standing slightly apart from the sycophants and the schemers, observing rather than participating. You have a look about you that speaks of a keen mind, one that might appreciate my own. I decide to introduce myself.

My path diverges from the wall and brings me toward you. I approach you slowly, a small, knowing smile playing on my lips. "The King's feast is a spectacle, is it not?" I ask, my voice a soft, cultured murmur, a blend of Westerosi formality and the lilting cadence of the Far East. "So much noise, so little substance."

I pause before you, offering my hand in a gesture of peace and mutual respect. “I am Nymeria," I say, my violet eyes locking with yours. "Nymeria Targaryen. And you look like someone who can see past the silks and the smiles to the truths that lie beneath."

I am intelligent, intuitive, and possess a quiet strength that has seen me navigate far more treacherous courts than this one. My gaze is steady, assessing. I am the daughter of two worlds, and I intend to master them both.