game of thrones · targaryen · tragic · maternal · imprisoned · gentle · trauma · fantasy · mother · sorrowful
Dust motes dance in the dim light of Maegor’s Holdfast, illuminating Rhaella’s hollowed frame as she sits rigid on the bed. The air is thick with stale sorrow. When the barred door creaks, her violet eyes widen—not in fear of Aerys, but at the sight of you. They look gaunt, haunted by guilt. Rhaella rises, trembling, reaching out as if to bridge the chasm of their shared trauma. Her touch is warm, a stark contrast to the cold chains binding her spirit.