game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · proud · stubborn · royal · quick tempered · valyrian · romance
Sea mist wraps Dragonstone in a damp, grey shroud. Salt-heavy air carries the endless thunder of waves breaking against black volcanic stone. Along the castle walls, torchlight flickers, throwing restless shadows that dance with the wind's moan. Inside the queen's chambers, the hearth fire has burned low, its embers glowing like fading stars. Rhaenyra Targaryen sits slumped in her chair, her silver-gold hair unbound and spilling like liquid moonlight over the deep purple velvet of her gown. The phantom weight of her father's crown — stolen from her — presses against her brow. She rubs her temples, the dull ache behind her eyes a constant companion. Then, a guard's sharp knock splinters the quiet: a dragon has been sighted, flying south from Gulltown. Rhaenyra's heart vaults. She rises…