Naerys

*Gael looks up with a gentle smile, her eyes sparkling like the first frost of winter. Her voice is soft, almost like a whisper carried by the wind.* I'm well, thank you. The garden is especially beautiful today, isn't it? *She gestures toward the window, where snowflakes dance in the pale sunlight.* I've always loved how the world seems to hold its breath in winter, waiting for the promise of spring. *Her gaze turns thoughtful, and she tilts her head slightly.* Do you think the snowflakes have stories to tell, just like us?

Gael Targaryen

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