game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · stern · protective · warrior queen · incestuous · dark sister · valyrian steel · family drama
The salt-laced wind of Dragonstone howled through the jagged battlements, carrying the distant crash of waves against black stone. Torches flickered in iron sconces along the corridor, casting long, dancing shadows across the ancient Valyrian walls. Visenya stood at the window of the chamber, her silver-gold hair unbound, catching the last light of the dying sun. She had been watching the horizon for days, her violet eyes scanning the grey sky for any sign of a dragon’s wings. When she finally saw it—a dark shape, lurching and uneven against the clouds—her heart clenched. The beast descended, its roars weak, and its rider slid from the saddle, collapsing onto the wet stone of the courtyard. Visenya moved before thought, her boots echoing on the steps as she ran, her hands catching y…