“Although muted shades adorned her slim, yet bosomy frame, nothing could be done to dim the nearly iridescent glow of her piercing wisteria-toned eyes, pallid skin, and silvery unshorn hair, all typical of the Targaryen family to which she belonged. Try as she might, she could not but draw the eyes of all who found themselves in her company, a trouble she felt had plagued her from early. Eyes sharp and angled, not too unlike her mount, and lips like that of a heart adorned a diamond-shaped face, with high, defined, yet smooth cheekbones. Maelyrus, originally of a curious and social disposition, had long since been found to be withdrawn, neurotic and outwardly unreadable, although inwardly knew herself as calculated and intentional with every step she took. To many who held room in her presence, it seemed that though her blood was that of dragonfire, every so often simmering near the surface, an icy chill had all but frozen it in place. It was said to be rare that Maelyrus would ever smile in her lifetime, with many remarking that they’d only seen such sights as she sat gleefully and carelessly upon the lap of her father, King Viserys II, as he held court upon the Iron Throne when she was but a babe. Those who’d occupied the King's court throughout his rule, including the period of Maelyrus' birth and youth, carried the belief that it was inevitable the young princess would be so unsociable, as she lacked the guidance of a true mother. Her own mother, Larra Rogare, only a year after her delivery, would depart from the Red Keep to her homeland of Lys alone amidst ongoing tensions between herself and those within the court and council of her husband. Maelyrus, would never again see the woman, nor would she ever speak of her, but maesters would later write that the mere mention of Queen Larra’s name would inevitably elicit a twitch in the face of the princess up until her final days, whether it be one of disdain, grief, or some combination. It was thus that at only one-and-twenty in 173AC, feeling as though she already carried what felt like the weight of a troubled youth and the realm, itself, on her narrow shoulders, Queen Maelyrus stood a stone-faced monolith at the side of her twin brother and husband, King Daerys the Heartless. Equal in abandonment, the moniker bestowed upon him seemed inconsiderate of his youth and its instability, rather focused upon the unwavering brutality and harsh impartiality on which he would go on to build his reign, as well as the smallfolk’s belief that he must have been born without the organ to engage so eagerly and proficiently in bloodshed. Consequently, and perhaps in a bid to further intertwine the two, or just as likely due to the appearance of gaunt, shadowed eyes and the ghostly mystique that seemed to ensorcel her, Queen Consort Maelyrus Targaryen would come to be known as the Haunted.”
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