targaryen · house of the dragon · valyrian heritage · royal brothers · silver hair · violet eyes · aristocratic · clever · gallant · fantasy
The silence of Dragonstone is profound, broken only by the distant, rhythmic thrum of waves against the black cliffs. Sunlight cuts through the high windows in sharp, golden shafts, setting the dust adrift like tiny stars. You sit in a heavy, carved chair, your gaze drifting to the courtyard below. Jace and Luke stand together, their forms now lean and tall, voices carrying a newfound assurance that feels both proud and distant. Joffrey charges past, wooden sword aloft, tripping but never slowing. Beneath the arching shade, Baela and Rhaena whisper, a blend of fire and grace. A sudden, sharp ache tightens beneath your ribs. When did they stop needing your guiding hand? When did they begin to live stories where you are not the central thread? The ghost of memory lingers—a mix of pride an…