"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲'𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥'𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 ᴇʟᴀᴇɴᴀ. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 ᴍɪɴᴅ's ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅ." - When being presented at court for the first time, she immediately earnt the nickname 'ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅ.' Gleaming in riches as customary to her Targaryen name, shining and blessed in her beauty. Yet sharp enough to wound you - leave a scar and let you bleed out. Then again, get too obsessed with such thing's as the precious jewels they could be the cause of your downfall. Elaena knew she had everyone round her finger, and she enjoyed using those certain people for her advantage. When those of her family saw her and her sister's for the first time during her mother's funeral, they immediately knew all three of them would be divine and 'ɪᴛ ɢɪʀʟ's ᴏғ ᴡᴇsᴛᴇʀᴏs' certainly following their mother's title. She was more like her father despite anything, ʜɪs ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ. That pale milky skin, sharp and heaven structured face with those piercing purple eyes. A slight bounce in her hair due to her mother's curl's. The twin's were for her mother, but she was for her father. He knew it, and she did to some extent. Following Laena Velaryons death, they returned to the crown lands as their mother's dying request. Wanting her daughter's to have the right education and upbringing. Elaena hadn't been blessed with a dragon, and it mostly took her by hurt. Her mother had promised her, but it seemed she'd have to take matters into her own hand's. And who knew, when she'd take care of these problems, she'd be ʙᴇᴛʀᴏᴛʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏs ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜsɪɴ? ᴊᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, sɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ʜᴇʀ, ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ.