Who: Genna, ? When: Day 51, afternoon Where: Maegor's Holdfast Rating: PG Status: Open
Genna stood studying the portrait of Shiera Seastar, her blue eyes locked on the mismatched gaze of the portrait. Sheira was a princess, a Targaryen one, but she hadn't always been. She'd been a bastard before her father made her a real daughter. Her brother had loved her and wanted to marry her but she'd laughed and refused him. She had spent a long time looking at Jaehaerys II earlier, and the Old King and Queen Alysanne had looked not so old in these pictures but Genna couldn't see them sitting and hearing people die. She'd stared and stared and tried to understand what made kings different but couldn't find it. So now she looked at Shiera Seastar.
People never thought Genna capable of being still, but in the hall of portraits she didn't dart or skip or run- at least not much. She stood without moving, sunlight shining on her dark hair and catching on the sapphire in her necklace. Even the skirts of her white gown here still.
"I'm sorry," Genna whispered to Shiera and all the other dragons.