Princess Saera Targaryen

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Princess Saera Targaryen is the youngest child of Prince Viserys and his wife, Lady Gwynesse Lannister. Born in 381 A.C., Saera 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 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 Saera 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 soul. The beast is a small thing; lithe with pearly, opalescent scales and an azure gaze.

Appearance and Character
Much like her eldest sister, Saera has the pale-gold memory of Gwynesse touching starlit, Targaryen locks. Long, curling, and thick strands frame a face flush with life. Eyes imbued with compassionate, amethyst glow rest above a small mouth that always seems on the verge of a smile. There is a gentleness to that violet hold upon your wandering glances, and while you look into her, there is only peace. When she wears even the hint of mirth, the world can only respond with goodwill.

For all that her reputation precedes her in grandiosity, she is an extremely petite woman - a dancer, with the careful footing and lithe proportions such a pastime lends her. Delicate features lend themselves to the appearance of innocence - of feylike delight when she speaks in her soft, yet assertive manner.

The gods saw fit to gift Seara lyrical chords so that others may be entranced by her voice; mellifluous and unending with joy, even nightingales who barely overhear her casual conversations turn green with envy.

The Targaryen princess is much shorter than most her age, having retained the sweetness and supple body of a youth ten years younger. She can usually be found wearing white that hugs or drapes, attempting to accentuate her petite features. When not in an ivory shade of peace, she dresses to fit the occasion, often matching the colors of a house she is visiting. She favors silks, but this is something donned for official function and secret rendevouz.

Unlike her many kin, Saera does not adorn herself with the jewelry or gilded daggers that other members of her station may find appropriate. Instead, she only wears a simple silver band upon her thumb, engraved with some woven pattern and words from an Essosi dialect of Valyrian. When treating with lords and ladies, she finds it necessary to wear a humble broach that signals union of nobles and royalty.

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 someone has deeply wronged her family or grated against the ideologies of peace that Saera espouses.

The Early Years
It was not until the middle of her second year that the egg hatched. The celebration was brief, as the little dragon seemed to have designs all its own that did not include its intended partner. While it would follow Saera around, it did not bond with her immediately; or with anyone. It gave snake-like hisses at anyone that tried to touch it, and the princess was no exception. (Saera recalls it had a particular dislike for Visaera, though she doesn't remember when this became obvious.) Its name was "Blue" as this was Saera's first word; spoken as she looked into the crystalline sky-like eyes of the whelp.

A year went by, and despite attempts to coax the dragon toward closer affections, it maintained a steady distance from others, like a dog that has been wounded, wary of people who've hurt it. When Saera was three and three months, she happened upon a little bird near her window that had fallen from its nest. It was half-feathered, shivering and dying. She called for help behind with a child's throat thick with sadness and urgency. When the guards came to the call of the Targaryen princess, they arrived to a scene of Saera weeping over a lifeless sparrow in cupped hands and Blue coiled around her arm. They can't be sure, but Saera swears she was apologizing to the bird she could not save. From then on, she and her dragon were inseparable.

That incident may have been the precursor to an ideology that Saera keeps today. During her formative years, she learned to listen, to be light on her feet, and make friends with those beneath her. Always questing for some way to assist those in the world that suffered. If the histories could be trusted, the world was full of suffering; needless deaths and horrors all for plots of lands.

Further on, around the time she flowered as a young woman the young Princess found her tongue. With it, she had realized her way to assist the world. To make peace with it and within herself for all those that she could not save. And with Blue 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 Saera, or Blue, 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, Saera 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 Ivory wings of peace swept across the land.

Dragonstone
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Time in Lys and Husband
While Dragonstone is her ancestral home where she has spent the majority of her life,