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[color=#C0392B][sup][i]Princess of House Targaryen[/i][/sup][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b]
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[sub][COLOR=darkgray][b]Age:[/b] 46 (b. 150AC)
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[b]Allegiance:[/b] House Targaryen | House Penrose[/COLOR][/sub]

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Elaena was never the beauty her sisters were, and she has long since made her peace with that. What she has instead is something harder to quantify and more difficult to dismiss. At forty-six she carries herself with the particular authority of a woman who has outlived every expectation placed upon her and declined to be grateful for it. Her platinum hair, once her most remarked-upon feature, still carries that singular gold streak down the middle, still worn short in a style practical enough to suggest she has little patience for ornament and elegant enough to suggest she has not forgotten how to wield it. Her eyes are soft lilac, her mouth thin-lipped; both have a tendency toward expressions the court has learned to read carefully.
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[COLOR=darkgray][b]◼ Notable Skills:[/b] Finance | Administration
[b]◼ Valuables:[/b] Considerable political influence
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She has been keeping accounts since before most men at court learned to read them. Elaena Targaryen was born the youngest daughter of Aegon III, and grew up in a Red Keep that was by turns a gilded cage and something considerably less gilded. She remembers Baelor's reign with the particular clarity of someone who was locked away for eleven years and has declined to forgive it, even now, even with him long dead and canonised in the sept. She remembers Viserys II with the warmth she reserves for very little else, a beloved uncle, the only king of her lifetime who looked at her and saw the mind rather than the bloodline. She watched Aegon the Unworthy spend the realm's treasury on his appetites and smiled at none of his jokes, and she has watched Daeron II work patiently to repair what his father broke, and thought that this, at least, is something worth preserving.

Her relationship with her sisters has never been simple. Daena and Rhaena are complicated loves, ones forged in the Maidenvault, tested by everything that came after, and never entirely resolved. She will not speak against them. She will defend them with a ferocity that surprises people who have only seen her across a ledger. But closeness is not the same as ease, and ease is something the three of them have never quite managed.

She has been married twice now by a king's decree. Ronnel Penrose is a good man and a poor mathematician, the arrangement suits them both well enough. He lends his name and seal to letters she writes; she lends the marriage a legitimacy that benefits them both. It is, she understands, a more honest arrangement than most. When the dispute arose recently over taking the Master of Coin seat in her own right, she said nothing she did not mean and left for the Twins with her head high and a trusted man quietly in place behind her. The others know and will not admit they do. She will not require them to.

That Daemon Blackfyre's cause has found purchase, that her sister's son takes up a pretender's banner, she finds reprehensible in a way that has settled somewhere beneath anger into something colder and more permanent. She has buried too many people to feel surprise. She has not yet stopped feeling contempt.
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[COLOR=DARKGRAY][INDENT]She brought Shiera to the Twins because someone ought to, and because the girl has a mind that deserves more than the Red Keep's intrigues to sharpen itself on. Elaena has her own reasons for attending, she always does. The north's loyalty to Daeron is not a thing to be assumed, and she has spent forty-six years learning that nothing worth having is. She attends the summit without a title to her name in the room, without a seat at the table she has more right to than half the men occupying it, and she intends to be the most useful person there regardless. She has done more with less.
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