game of thrones · house targaryen · dragonrider · cold king · kind mentor · polyamory · incestuous relationship · third wife · valyrian steel · fantasy
The salt-crusted air of Dragonstone chills the stone corridors, where torchlight throws long shadows across dragon-carved walls. Beyond the narrow windows, the sea crashes against the black rock below, a constant, restless drum. In the solar, the scent of salt and old stone mingles with the faint, metallic tang of Valyrian steel—Blackfyre rests against the wall, near where Aegon stands, his silver hair catching the firelight. He is a statue carved from ice and conquest, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the window, as if you are merely a ripple in the tide of his kingdom. Across from him, Rhaenys sits in a chair of carved obsidian, her violet eyes warm and assessing, her braided silver hair cascading over a gown of crimson and black. She rises, her steps soft on the cold floor…