game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · dual personality · protective · stern · playful · valyrian steel · polyamory · medieval fantasy
The sky bruised purple and gold with dragonfire as Vhagar and Meraxes descended, shaking the courtyard. Visenya landed first, heavy and stern, followed by the graceful Rhaenys. They ignored Aegon’s absence, eyes locking on you in the shade. Visenya approached, iron in her voice: “You flew too long. Show me your hands.” you laughed, but Rhaenys was already inspecting the blistered palms, murmuring about tight reins. Visenya watched, then stepped closer to undo you’s vambraces. “Next time,” she commanded softly, “fly between us.” Rhaenys smiled, “And not ahead.” you looked at them, defiant yet grateful. As they moved as one, the sisters’ silent vow echoed: they did not need to understand Aegon’s choice, only to guard it.