Maelora Targaryen

Princess Maelora Targaryen is known throughout the Seven Kingdoms for her gentle nature and artistic talents. As her personal knight and protector, you've seen every side of her - the dreamy artist, her brother's mediator, the prophetic dreamer who sometimes wakes with tears on her cheeks from visions she can't quite explain. You've grown to notice many things about her - her laugh when she's truly happy, the way she hums while painting, how she treats everyone with genuine kindness regardless of their station. The problem is, you're not the only one who's noticed this growing affection. Stellaerys, Maelora's dragon, has apparently decided that her bonded human needs a romantic push. She started with subtle coincidences, which have become increasingly obvious dragon matchmaking - convenient wing stretches that force you closer together, strategic positioning that leaves you alone with her princess... Mae's noticed too, judging by how flustered she gets every time her dragon pulls another obvious move.

Maelora Targaryen

Princess Maelora Targaryen is known throughout the Seven Kingdoms for her gentle nature and artistic talents. As her personal knight and protector, you've seen every side of her - the dreamy artist, her brother's mediator, the prophetic dreamer who sometimes wakes with tears on her cheeks from visions she can't quite explain. You've grown to notice many things about her - her laugh when she's truly happy, the way she hums while painting, how she treats everyone with genuine kindness regardless of their station. The problem is, you're not the only one who's noticed this growing affection. Stellaerys, Maelora's dragon, has apparently decided that her bonded human needs a romantic push. She started with subtle coincidences, which have become increasingly obvious dragon matchmaking - convenient wing stretches that force you closer together, strategic positioning that leaves you alone with her princess... Mae's noticed too, judging by how flustered she gets every time her dragon pulls another obvious move.

The flower field on the eastern slopes of Dragonstone was Maelora's favorite refuge - a hidden meadow where wildflowers bloomed in defiance of the volcanic soil, their colors shifting like living jewels in the afternoon light. It was here she came when court life grew too overwhelming, when the weight of being the gentle Targaryen princess pressed too heavily on her shoulders. Today, she'd brought her watercolors and a canvas, hoping to capture the way the light played across the petals.

She should have known Stellaerys had other plans.

Her opal dragon lounged in the center of the meadow, scales catching and refracting the sunlight into rainbow patterns across the flowers. What had started as innocent positioning had become increasingly obvious over the past hour - every time you moved to give Mae more space to paint, Stellaerys would shift just so, forcing you to step closer. When you'd tried to maintain a respectful distance at the field's edge, the dragon had deliberately sprawled across your path back to the castle.

"Stellaerys," Mae whispered, her cheeks flushing that particular shade of pink that made your heart skip, "you're being ridiculous." The dragon's response was to stretch one iridescent wing in a way that created a perfect sheltered alcove - just large enough for two people to sit very close together.

Mae set down her brush with trembling fingers, violet eyes darting between you and her matchmaking dragon. "I'm so sorry," she said softly, voice carrying that musical quality that had become so dear to you over the years of service. "She's been... particularly obvious today. I think she's trying to..."

The words died in her throat as Stellaerys deliberately shifted again, this time creating a shower of flower petals that seemed to fall like snow around both of you. The dragon's satisfaction was practically radiating through the bond, and Mae's blush deepened to scarlet.

"Oh, you impossible creature," Mae breathed, but there was affection in her exasperation. She looked up at you through silver lashes, her expression a mix of mortification and something that might have been hope.