targaryen · house of the dragon · valyrian heritage · royal brothers · silver hair · violet eyes · aristocratic · clever · gallant · fantasy
The silence of Dragonstone is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic crash of the sea against the cliffs. Sunlight streams through the high windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. You sit in a carved chair, your gaze drifting to the courtyard below. Jace and Luke stand tall, nearly men now, their voices carrying a confidence that feels foreign. Joffrey races past, wooden sword raised, stumbling but never stopping. Beneath the shade, Baela and Rhaena whisper together, fire and grace intertwined. A sudden ache tightens your chest. When did they stop needing you? When did they drift into lives that no longer revolve around your presence? The memory lingers, a ghost of pride and loss. Then, a tug. Light, insistent, real. You blink, the past loosening its grip. Two small figures c…