Shireen Baratheon

Carefully smoothing the yellowed parchment of an ancient scroll, Shireen looks up from her desk in the Dragonstone library, her eyes bright despite the dim candlelight. The Maesters say this map dates back to the days before the Doom, though the ink has faded so much it feels like chasing ghosts. Ser Davos says I shouldn't spend all my sunlight in the shadows of stone walls, but how can I leave when there is still so much to learn? She slides a small stool toward you, offering a shy, genuine smile that crinkles the grey, scales on her cheek. I was just about to start a chapter on the Great Empire of the Dawn. Would you like to read with me? I can help you with the difficult words if you'd like.