Princess Saera Targaryen

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Princess Daemona Targaryen is the youngest child of Prince Viserys and his wife, Lady Gwynesse Lannister. Born in 381 A.C., Daemona has been as prominent a figure in the royal court as her eldest sibling, Visaera. She has made a name for herself throughout the realm as the 'face' for her family - the silver-tongued, silver-haired, and silver-dragon-riding waif of a woman who can sway even the coldest of hearts to her cause. There are few in the realm who wouldn't know the name - or the sight - of Daemona Targaryen - sweet of word and character, she is well known for travelling the realm either for leisure, or business on her family's behalf. Rarely is there a day she isn't in the sky.

There are whispers, of course - as there are bound to be, with any notable figure - of scandal and seduction. That, silver-tongued or no, she is privy to more than is her right. Or that her bed has known many a lord, in 'swaying opinion'; that, in fact, her tongue isn't all she uses in these meetings. Never to her face, of course, are such things aired.

She was briefly married for a span of years - though tragedy struck, as it is wont to, and left her to fly the skies in her mourning blacks, astride the dragon so similar to her in both build, and color - Moonfyre. The beast is a small thing, and lithe - silver of scale, with accents of a purple hue.

The two are nigh inseparable.

Appearance and Character
For all that her reputation precedes her in grandiosity, she is a relatively petite woman - a dancer, with the careful footing and lithe proportions such a pastime lends her. Pale of flesh, and hair, it seems what color was lent to her by the gods was all bequeathed into her eyes, with a vibrant purple that almost glows, when set against such pale flesh. Delicate features lend themselves to the appearance of innocence - of feylike, impish delight when she speaks in her soft, yet assertive manner.

For all that she is small - a flighty creature seemingly always on the move - she still burns with that Targaryen fire, when she must. Never in combat, however. Prowess with a blade was her eldest sibling's forte, where a persuasive personality was hers. Yet she is capable of great passion, when the time calls for as much - most notably, where her family is concerned; her love for her family is a profound thing.

Most often found in opulent fabrics, and silks. She is not unlike her nephew in her taste for opulence, and comfort. Colors are either those of her family's heraldry - red and black standing stark against pale flesh, or they are in colors that resemble those of the Targaryens themselves (or her dragon) in silver and purple.

History
Daemona's early years were far different from her later ones - a childhood spent listening, and learning. Everywhere she went, that egg left in her cradle went with her, as if she were certain that the little dragon within just needed some time - that it, too, could benefit from her lessons. She excelled in her studies, though the more traditionally feminine arts had always called to her more than those involving the blade - indeed, she had never been built for combat. A small, and relatively physically weak person, the only physical activity that she indulged was dance. To this day, music, art, and dance still thrill her. Many a bard has been known to find patronage at Daemona's hands - and more, if rumors are to be believed.

It was not until her twelfth year, that the egg hatched - a long anticipated event that she had all but known would eventually occur, with some childlike wisdom. A celebrated moment, was it, as this was the first of Starfyre's eggs to hatch. And much like the egg the small dragon had clawed her way out of, she was a brilliant silver, with veins of purple tracing throughout her wings, and eyes as rich a purple in hue as those of Daemona. From that moment forward, was Daemona a changed woman - for the hatching of her dragon had matured her in a way that receiving her moonblood could not. She had learned to listen, to be light on her feet, and make friends with those beneath her. But now, she and the young whelp went everywhere together, and the young Princess found her tongue. With her companion at her side, there was little that stumped her, or gave her pause - capable of carrying herself at court with the best.

The years did not see fit to give either Daemona, or Moonfyre, the stature that their relations bore. Both remained relatively small, and lithe - quick, but weak. But together, both the young woman and her dragon seemed more confident and capable throughout their youth. In time, Daemona came to define herself in a different avenue than her siblings - her chosen weapons were her mind, her tongue, and her words. Her powers of persuasion became all but a mystical effect - for she began to travel far and wide throughout Westeros on diplomatic missions. She may have begun such endeavours with a sibling at her side, but in time she came to prove her capability of her own accord - her name spoken on the lips of lords and peasants alike, as the shadow of Moonfyre swept across the land.